NationStates Jolt Archive

It was a city of ash. Providence, the capital of the newly reformed Democratic Republic of Chitzeland, had for years lay in ruins, torn apart by incessant war and strategic bombing. The Pudite forces which had ravaged the eastern half of the nation now held it with an iron grip, and constructed massive fortifications to divide the two nations. The Shah of the nation of the Parthians, a cruel and malevolent ruler, had devastated the southern and central regions of the country with their incursions into the region. Several cities had even had nuclear devices detonated upon them, and the scars still yet lingered, years later. This once proud nation, led astray by the blinding allure of false nationalism, had allowed their former dictatorial President Copeland to assert his blatantly racist beliefs upon the Chitzi people, and brought down the wrath of the world upon them. In a flash, this great nation had been obliterated. It was in ruins.


But that had been years ago. A decade later, bulldozers were finally finishing the clearing of debris from the streets. Most of the city had to be torn down and rebuilt, not that this was especially difficult considering most of it had been blown to hell anyhow. Contractors worked night and day to redevelop the city, making it as new, and modern, as the greatest cities on the planet. The Revolutionary Directorate had allowed for, and diverted what meager government funding they could spare to the effort, which was mostly subsidized by the Wanderjarian Empire. Factories were erected for enterprising entrepreneurs, producing goods for their people and returning them to work. The national leaders were thrilled, and hoped that in the near future they could return to being an exporting nation. Providence was returning to its former luster. But Providence was not alone in this effort. An entire national redevelopment campaign was underway, rebuilding the devastated cities of Ort, Pelsgord, Yrttel, and Bearmish. Those cities were the worst affected by the war, which had more or less left the western cities unaffected.


The Revolutionary Directorate, a temporary legislative commission established by the military after deposing President Copeland, still held power and remained relatively unchanged. Several Generals, Admirals, and Air Marshals elected a Field Marshal to be their Executive, bringing their body to a total of fifteen. They hoped to return democratic control to the population as soon as the redevelopment program was completed, which they expected to be so within two years. They had been allowed by popular vote thirteen years in office to rebuild and revamp the country. They hoped to underscore that by returning power in twelve, ensuring a natural trust between the people and the government. The results of this remained to be seen. Only time will tell.


The military had been revamped by their Wanderjarian Allies and assured protection under their watchful eye, and a defensive establishment along the Pudite Wall emplaced. Should the inevitable Pudite invasion come, they were more than ready. Artillery batteries, hidden beneath a camouflaged netting, sat ready with fields of fire and preset coordinates established. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers, equipped with the latest Wanderjarian equipment, had dug a series of trenches garrisoning Providence, these lines extending all the way across the nation protected by millions of Chitzi soldiers. Police officers even did rotation along the trenches as part of a military reservist strategy to ensure maximum levels of defense against this omnipotent threat. They were not alone, as an entire Frontal Army had been deployed to Chitzeland to bolster the ranks of the Chitzi Army. Wanderjarian Air Force units sat ready to intercept Pudite fighter craft and deliver tactical and strategic bombardment against Pudite positions and territories across the divided country. The Cold War was as frozen as ever, but they were ready.


Chitzeland still had many problems, crime was rampant and the police force struggled to destroy it. Many places had yet to receive the infrastructural improvements needed to maintain a healthy lifestyle, chief among them adequate hospitals. Roads were improving, but time was required. And the most pressing issue was financial stability; few people in the southern and central parts of the country had the money to survive. But despite these issues, the Democratic Republic Chitzeland was returning to glory.

Persepolis Palace

Shahanshah Khosru III, King of Kings of Iran and Aniran sat with a scowl on his face as he read the report recieved only minutes before. Looking up to a waiting servant, taking his empty glass of tea, he spoke in a terse and aggressive manner, demonstrating clearly his irritation at the situation. "Bring me Mr. Amoli, I think there is something which must be discussed with him."

The servant nodded nervously, pouring another cup of tea for the Shah, while another lit the cigarette dangling from the Imperial Majesty's mouth. Within minutes, Bijan Amoli, former head of military intelligence for Chitzeland, now demoted to a mere logistics analyst after that debacle which left 110,000 Parthians dead.

With a breath of smoke and a harsh press of the cigarette into the golden ashtray, the Shah spoke, softly at first, before beginning to yell, "You said that with the damage done to Chitzeland in our campaign, they would NEVER again be capable of challenging us or rebuilding! You said that we have caused them damage so horrible that it would take hundreds of years for them to recover! You told me wrong, you lied to me, you tried to cover for your ineptitude by claiming our failed campaign wasn't a total failure!" The Shah grew a grin, partially malicious, and partially humored as he paused for breath. Bijan Amoli began to tremble, visibly fearing what would come next.

The Shah finally spoke again, quietly this time, choosing words softly and carefully. "Capitain Masouli?" The Shah's bodyguard, one of his elite 1st Immortals division troops stood to attention and spoke, "What does the King of Kings desire?" Continuing on, the Shah answered, "Execute this liar for treason, make him watch his family die first, then slit his throat."

As Bijan Amoli was dragged off crying and pleading for mercy for his family, the Shah paused for a moment, lighting another cigarette. As he finished, he turned to his servant and yelled, "Unless you wish to have the same fate get me a bowl of dates to go with this tea!" With his servants gone, the Shah picked up the telephone and began to dial.

Something would have to be done before this became uncontrollable or threatening.

Persepolis Command Center - Persepolis, Parthia

The boardroom in the 1st Immortals division headquarters was quiet, tense, even. The men here knew what happened the last time something happened in Chitzeland, nothing less than the largest debacle in Parthian history for decades, leading to the death of 110,000 Parthian soldiers in the face of unexpectedly hard Chitzi resistance and allied support. Nothing like that would ever happen again, all in the room knew. Far better, would it be to erase these wounds borne for so long. Field Marshall Ardeshir Nassiri was bar none, the oldest man in the room, a grizzled veteran who had known the Shah's father well and served his country for decades, a rich assortment of medals attesting to his competency in command which had been put to use so many times. He was mostly retired, but had trained a successor in his son, Zal Nassiri, who would head this operation, already neatly planned for the briefing he would give with his aides to the Shah.

While the Shah typically preferred pomp and excess over anything else, his entrance to the meeting was anything but, simply arriving in a suit that he wore when not trying to impress the masses, still, as always, followed by a servant to ensure his demands of the second were precisely met. He sat gracefully at the head of the table as the Generals rose and bowed to their King of Kings, sitting only after his majesty had taken his own seat. As he relaxed in the club leather chair, lighting a cigarette and exhaling a puff of smoke, an action quickly joined in by many of the other men in the room, he cleared his throat and spoke, "I would like to hear your ideas on dealing with the Chitzi problem once and for all." Zal Nassiri motioned to an aide, who activated a hologram showing geographic and military data on Chitzeland in the center of the table before speaking, "Your Majesty, Chitzeland still suffers much from our prior damages inflicted many years ago. We believe the population is still far depleted from previous years of the war, equally, we still do not think that it would even be possible to rebuild Shetterdan, Pelsgord, Ort, or any other city occupied or fully devestated by Parthian assaults. Those cities were pretty much entirely destroyed off the face of the Earth in a way only modern technology can allow." The Generals and the Shah all smiled at the thought of their handiwork as Zal continued his briefing.

"I fully believe that if it Your Majesty's desire to eliminate any future Chitzi problem once and for all, we must realize the mistakes made in the last campaign. First, we concentrated too many resources on fighting insurgents and asymmetrical fighters rather than using military might as it is best utilized. This caused our forces to become overextended and vulnerable to enemy attack. Second, we did not make a large enough initial thrust from enough directions, causing our forces to become bottled up in Ort rather than attacking from two or three directions as would have been preferrable. Finally, I believe we did not conduct operations in a sufficently efficent manner insofar as is concerned the control of the native population." The Shah looked puzzled as he spoke, "Did we not exterminate over 15,000,000 Chitzi civilians in our Ort death camp and strategic bombing campaign?"

Zal nodded, "Indeed so, but it is merely a drop in the bucket. Our successful expansion campaigns, such as the one in VSI, were successful entirely because we used absolute terror to control the population, along with more direct measures. We used VX upon Island City when they revolted, and then culled the population of the city, this action alone perhaps accounted for terrorizing the surviving civilians into submission. Equally, combined with a campaign of exterminating fertile cropland, it enabled us to have total control over food distribution, giving it only to those who agreed to stay in refugee camps while those outside starved to death. If we want to make any future action in Chitzeland work, we must combine terror and extermination, the latter to control the size of the population, the former to make them useful towards our goals."

The Generals nodded in agreement before Lord Marshall Rustahm Sardarizadeh, nearly as old and experienced as Zal's father spoke up, "What of outside intervention?" Zal turned to the veteran Marshall and spoke, "This is the perfect oppurtunity I believe. Interestingly enough, Emperor Pudu and Allanea are on a collision track, and the Hurtians are likely to get tied up in that little spat, leaving them out of this war, and if they intervene, we will know better than to let them even land where they can cause problems. Of course, should we decide upon military action, we must begin with a blockade to ensure the PROHT cannot land assymetrical warfare forces, and then must take measures to destroy the food production of Chitzeland to ensure that space otherwise dedicated to muntions will be used instead transporting food aid. Other than them, being that they are the most troublesome, I am not sure. It could be anyone, or even far too many nations."

"One thing is especially important though, we CANNOT be the aggressor, otherwise, we risk drawing too many opponents into this conflict. We must force another to become the aggressor, not us."

The Shah looked at Zal and spoke, "And how, General Nassiri, do you propose how to do that?"

With that question, General Zal Nassiri removed a file and handed it to the Shah who read it dilligently as the Generals looked on.

"You misjudge my intentions General." The Shah said simply as he put down the packet. "I will not waste the life of another hundred thousand men in that accursed place." The other generals looked on with astonishment as the Shah lit another cigarette; he smoked far too many, all of them knew, but none dared to say so. "What I propose we do is simple. I want revenge on the Hurtians who cost me that campaign. I want to deplete their blood and treasure, and not a single Parthian life will be spent doing it. I want to destroy their hard won gains and wipe their self-assured idea of victory against the Shahdom out."

The generals looked on in disbelief, Field Marshall Ardakhshahr Foroughi asked what all of them thought, "Does your majesty know how such a thing can be done?" The Shah nodded and exhaled a cloud of acrid smoke directly into the face of the servant who had brought his cognac, not deliberately, but simply because he couldn't be bothered not to. "Simply put, the Peoples' Republic of Hurtful Thoughts has put FAR too much investment into Chitzeland, in terms of their mercenary outfits and government interests, continuing to use Chitzi mercenaries for no purpose except to further their goals abroad. It provides them a useful means of power projection, and also displays a weakness of theirs. Put simply, I propose we eliminate those assets without our fingerprints being all over their elimination."

The Generals were astounded, typically when the Shah demanded revenge, it involved a large amount of chemical weapons and a mass extermination of the population of a nation so they could be deploymerized into gasoline, this was, different, more indirect than the Shah typically was. Ardeshir Nassiri, however, was unimpressed, but did not display it, even he could lose his head, after all, "I am impressed with the plan, but, how could we do this?"

The Shah smiled, "You doubt me Marshall Nassiri, I can tell this, but I can understand why, do not worry for yourself, you have been a most loyal and industrious subject." With a pause, a sip of cognac and the stubbing of the cigarette into the ashtray, the Shah continued, "Simply put, the Parthians are pretty much the most hated nation in Chitzeland, after all, we did carpetbomb most of their cities into dust, turned one into a swamp, and tried to exterminate them off the face of the Earth, but, do not think the Hurtians are loved either. They slaughtered the people they had raised to fight us in 'training' excercises, not exactly a good hearts and minds campaign, is it gentlemen?"

The Generals nodded, smiling slightly as they put together what the Shah suggested themselves, Marshall Nassiri again gave voice to the collective thoughts of the leaders, "So your majesty desires to capitalize on Anti-Hurtian feelings and Chitzi nationalism to push the Commies out and 'hurt them plenty' as they say? Quite brilliant Shahanshah, I assume there have been some organizations chosen to spearhead this operation?" The Shah smiled at the old Marshall's perceptiveness, an intelligent man as his father always told him, he had no doubt. "Indeed, two Roach-Busterian subsidiaries of Artesh-e Iran Solutions have agreed to spearhead operations in Chitzeland by providing heavy support to various nationalist forces and surviving Copelandites. We, of course, will precede any insurrection and our support for it with a few 'accquisitions' designed to ensure the population will be properly inflamed to kill Hurtians on sight. Two subsidiaries of PNN held though Roach Busterian shell companies will purchase a large number of Chitzi news outlets as a foreign direct investment. Once purchased, they will use their control over the media to spew hateful invectives against Hurtians to make the Chitzis see them as hostile occupiers rather than saviors simply by telling and widely dispersing the embellished truth. No Parthians will be involved in the matter, foreigners will provide the necessary cover to keep the Hurtians or Chitzis from finding out the puppet master."

The Generals nodded in agreement before the Shah concluded, "And it is with that finished, we shall begin. Those who have stood against us will get what is apportioned to them."

OOC: God damn it this thread is still alive! Why wont you die Revolt and Revolution?! So what is going on now?

Aw fug... (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14207866&postcount=30)
No, really... (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=570954)

Impecable timing though Wanderjar...
But srsly, give me some warning before you you do stuff like that...
Thank god I only hold the Pudite border and Pelsgord...
Dephire isn't going to be pleased...

Edit for the newbies and old folks suffering from long-term memory loss
The Chitzi Revolution in question, short form (http://www.nswiki.net/index.php?title=The_Chitze_Revolution).

Hurtian Epilouge: Reconstruction.

Having finished all hostilities in Chitzeland, the Hurtians finished fulfilling their contract, by rebuilding the nation's damaged infrastucture, providing jobs and basic aid to refugees until they could find a job, and a low cost housiong plan weas developed.

The Military mostly pulled out to a small garrison force, and a few out of town training camps, OTC-1, 2 and 3 resumed their schedualed training cycles, and no longer cranked out poorly trained militia, that would be left to the already trained Chitzis to do, then the Hurtian instructors would give advanced training. This would speed up the maximum training cycles considerably, and allowed for almost instant feedback as to the effectiveness of their training programs.

The old Firebases had monuments raised, in honour of those who served. In the town/swamp of Pelsgord had in itself, a sign and monument raised, it was a large piece of polished red granite, with the names of all the Chitzis and Hurtians who lost their lives in the Pelsgord/Ort/Shetterdan/Bearmish offensive, the red was to symbolize the blood, fire, and destruction caused by war, lwest anyone forget. Many years later, the swamp would ractically swallow up the monument, claiming it as its own, and in time, this monument would be forgotten had it not been for a single slight detail.

The Hurtians set up a refugee camp, and a new joint miilitary headquarters (NS Pentagon/Kremlin), everyone who felt the effects of the war, in any sense of the term, would never be allowed to forget, and the fact that the wall was now covered in vines, and was only cleaned by the passerby or tourist trying desprately to find/read a name from the wall, only made it harder to forget. There was also a board, on it where some photoes and news clippings from the war, this was the 'temporary monument' yet nobody had the heart to tear it down.

The bill that the Hurtians asked for their services would appear staggering, yet benificial, a tarriff free trade agreement and Hurtian overseas military bases for the next 150 years, provided the Hurtians would commit themselves to joint field excercises with the Chitzis and continue to aid them, especially in times of war/hardship.

The Hurtian contingent mostly comprised of 3 to 5 divisions, with a quarterly Joint Combat Excercise with the fledgeling Chitzi Defense forces, now numbering in the low hundreds of divisions.

The earliest divisions and still, almost all sentry garrisions, had been outfitted extensively with horses, as they could live off what remained of the vegitation and saw light but regular use patrolling the streets and borders.

In what used to be the Ruins of Pelsgord, there were a few small building and something resembling a city/factory, here was were many people, former refugees, found a place to call home under the employ of Hurtful Outcomes Incorporated, ironicly, many of these employees used to live and work in either Pelsgord, Bearmish, or Ort, all three of these cities had been levelled during the conflict, or rendered uninhabitable by chemical warfare, firebombing, biological warfare, and massive craters.

Ort and Bearmish managed to get back up and running rather easily, the nerve agents dispersed from Bearmish after about 5 years, although all contaminated objects were incinerated for good measure, mostly spoiled food. Ort was simply raized to the ground by a firebombing, and managed to be rebuilt completely within 3 years. Pelsgord was deemed a lost cause, so the Hurtians set up a monument and a refugee camp/worker's city nearby as the displaced persons found new homes with surviving reletives.

The permement Hurtian Garrision mostly set about maintaining Hurtian camps, bases, artillery, while training the higher levels of the Chitzi military and setting up addidional camps. An influx of new surplus weaponry being pumped out of Hurtian factories (mostly to keep a few workers trained in the construction of their equiment, and to replace worn parts) flooded the market with almost new small arms, tanks, and aircraft, the Chitzi equipment having become lost somehow during the struggle; some guessed that these stocks had been either destroyed or captured by the more scrupuless forces occupying the nation.

With the Dephirians withdrawing their DCRCs from Chitzeland, Hurtian and Chitzi troops motioned to re-occupy these old firebases with their originaly concieved 18" heavy artillery pieces and training camps.

The reconstruction war has begun!!!!!
Two messages were sent out – one to the Pudites, and one to every nation that could have possibly held a grudge against them or Blackhelm.

The latter was a simple request for some money or firepower.

Hurtian intellegence had been monitoring the "Alleanean crusade" intently, but had so far been hesitant to get involved due to being caught more or less "flat footed", having removed their military presence from around Blakhelm for quite some time. Plus being in the middle of another round of weapons procurement to supplement aging hardware caused a considerable amount of the military only existing on paper, while at the same entire divisions were absent from the rosters or had been "misplaced" by privately contracted organizers.

But now the chips were down, the Pudites were on the warpath again, and causing many Chitzi nationals in the militias to consider mutiny (http://www.nswiki.net/index.php?title=The_Chitze_Revolution). A single, simple telegram was the last straw that caused the house of cards to come tumbling down, kiling all hopes of a peaceful resolution or simply waiting until one of the superpowers killed themselves with their own sabre-rattling.

Due to the distances involved, and other constraints, anything greater than token forces involved in a naval battle would not be feasable.
Still, a wave of 12 long range B-52H bombers and whatever tactical aircraft that were deemed capable of such a long journey were dispatched, possably to regroup somewhere around Chitzeland for either IAR or to swap out exausted flight crews with fresh ones.

Along with this, a carrier battlegroup and a series of aging submarine wolfpacks was also directed towards the predicted engagement. KC-130 tankers and FMA-6Bs with buddy-stores would undertake IFR tasks en-route to Chitzeland. These accomodations also were to be used simultaniously by C-17 Globemasters attempting to bolster perimeter defenses along the Chitzi frontier against Pudite aggression.

Meanwhile, various diplomats starting sending telegrams in such a flurry, that encryption was eschewed in order to free-up bandwidth. Some had to resort to sending their messages in abbreviated morse-code via heliograph and using runners to get around the now significant bandwidth constraints.

Two messages were sent to alliance members.

One, in the form of a PSA on industrial loudspeakers in and around The People's Republic Of Hurtful Thoughts, informed all personel to be prepared for "A live fire bombing demonstration on civillian targets on both sides of the border, courtessy of Emporer Pudu". It also informed hopeful contestants that they shall not be airing today's episode of "Who wants to be a Hurtian?".

The second, was in the form of an envoy named Steve Barnes, briefcase in hand, running in flat-soled dress shoes through the marble-linoloum floor to the recently remastered ASGARD briefing room, only to discover it empty. He sat down in a neatly upholstered leather chair and cradled his head in his hands in dispair. This room was built to hold over twenty diplomats around a large oak table purely for the discussion of military matters in need of immediate attention, and he was the only one present...

Pedro W. Mendez, after recieving a high-priority message form CHIA's director, decided to pre-emptively recall the entire resserve militia roster for iimmediate refresher training, he then passed messages on to two of his subordinates.

Todd McRanderson, an envoy representing Hurtful Outcomes Incorporated, had recently arrived in the Mercenary Camp of Avoya (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=572186), had recieved a fax, informing him to immediately procure as many mercenaries as he could in order to raid the Pudite and Confederate interiors.

Meanwhile, Leader Milo was still desprately trying to find the words he wished to use in the Hurtian declaration of open hostilities against the Pudite menace in the event the crossed the Chitzi border. In the end, he decided to pirate all radio frequencies and make a live broadcast in the event war broke out. He then went to work replying to the Alleaneans.

Dear Shinji Watanabe,

We hear your plea for aid, and shall offer whatever support we deem feasably within our capabilities as required, however, this is quite limited in directly improving the chances of your fleet's survival, aside from an officially nuetral observer in the skies at the moment via intermitent satallite coverage, we shall provide limited air support, based primarily on AShMs.

It is suggested, that you hold back a full-salvo of missiles in order to send a crippling shot from 3 directions.

Yours truly,
Leader Milo
On behalf of the People's Republic Of Hurtful Thoughts
Even as the message was being wired, planes were already lining up on the taxiways.
12 B-52 BUFFs, 24 F-4 Phantoms, 12 KC-130s, and 6 C-17s.

OOC: How would Pudu feel if I upped the ante and used some stuff from DMG?

I believe that ICly brings me up to speed.

So... who'll be RPig the tweaked privatised propoganda against me?

I kinda rationalized my actions to the point I think I'm a friggin saint, so I don't think it'll be me.

As for private news outlets, I think I either banned those... Or let them spread lies to the point that the news has absolutely no credability.
(Kinda like FOX news...)

So you're kinda stuck spreading rumurs the hard way.
Though I'm pretty sure you already figured that out by now.

Acribus initiis, incurioso fine
If the western half of the former Chitze homeland was returning to glory, the eastern half of this war-torn landmass was being dragged bound and beaten towards it's own destiny. For these past years, Pudite administration of the peoples of the eastern provinces had taken it's toll on the landscape.

Where once there were cities, now there laid massive concrete and steel mazes, monumental construction projects, surrounded by kilometers of barren gravel-strewn ground and military installations. The humans that once lived here displayed now the physical and emotional trappings of this drastic conversion. The zealotry of the initial invasion and establishment of Imperial rule were done away with, now it was fully obvious to the people of eastern Chitzeland what they were to their new Emperor; slave-labor.

The propaganda had dissipated, the legions of converted Chitze citizens were either kept far from home, or simply dissolved; a process that ended not in the return to civilian slave-labor camps, no, these men had training. The former Chitze soldiers were simply shot and burned someplace beyond the limits of whatever compound in which the deed was done.

With the degeneration of the Chitze populace, more and more native Pudite citizens and soldiers were being relocated. Perhaps forty percent of the working population of Chitzeland were now 'imported' from the homeland; large, strong, and loyal Farmer-caste laborers. Since the dissolution of the native divisions, the military population of Chitzeland had been one-hundred percent Pudite-supplied. Native divisions would not again be raised in Chitzeland until after the conversion to full Pudite rule, not until the people can be set loose of these cruel bonds and placed in their compounds. Even then, a generation would pass, that the Pudite Imperial propaganda machine could begin anew on a fresh generation...

Suspicions across the massive - and complete - Pudite border fortifications as to the intentions of the forty-second Pudite Emperor regarding western Chitzeland, although correct in their forecasting of his desires, failed to predict the time line the Emperor was willing to accept. Although mechanized and armored divisions were maintained in Chitzeland in the case of a sudden assault from the west, most of the troops in the east were of a defensive intent.

The Dominion, you see, could wait. Things were in motion that could take lifetimes to set into place, the Emperor was not willing to throw that away for an ill-planned and hasty stroke brought about by impatience. No, that was not the way it would be done...

OOC: Oh wow, this is back now? Hmm... I need to clean that map up some.
PS:The Black Hand has a strong presence in the southwestern part of the nation. Specifically Hakkan, Automati(Where the BH funded the rebuilding effort, the original city itself is destroyed), and Meffhul.

Shetterdan is still nothing more than a sunken cratered marsh full of ruins.

Wait, BHON is back now?! WT everloving F is going on?
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Anyways, I should prolly tell you that one of my characters killed a girl in Automati less than a week ago. And you've got a roomate in your embassy on NRI. And pretty much all of NS upgraded their weapons another notch (or three). GASN disbanded, CA won, Dephire went off and formed a lil band of not so merry men. ISJN* and/or INTERPOL now considers me a terrorist-state.

Everything else should be where you left it.

I think I'll make an IC tomorrow

*They didn't like the idea of me using nukes, ever, not even if they are Pudites.

OOC:

If this is back up, I want it to be known that this is going to be VERY difficult to maintain. If I remember correctly, Dephirian forces and Pudite Forces had a little...non-aggression thing going, Hurtful allowed Dephirian forces to live in the northern bit of the country (what was a swamp had be radically changed into a metropolitan city with a very strong military influence). The rest was just...the rest.

So what did I miss?

Wait, BHON is back now?! WT everloving F is going on?
I never really left, I just lurked because most threads were too fast for me, that and I've been busy with a couple 100 things the past few months.


Anyways, I should prolly tell you that one of my characters killed a girl in Automati less than a week ago.
Okay, do you have the post?

And you've got a roomate in your embassy on NRI.

And pretty much all of NS upgraded their weapons another notch (or three).
You can assume I did also, I'll still use plenty of Retro, but that's mainly for reserve line use.

GASN disbanded, CA won,
No surprise.

Dephire went off and formed a lil band of not so merry men.
Lol.

ISJN* and/or INTERPOL now considers me a terrorist-state.
Not like BHON would care XD


Everything else should be where you left it.

I think I'll make an IC tomorrow

*They didn't like the idea of me using nukes, ever, not even if they are Pudites. That's crazy, I mean it's not like the Pudites are even human anymore, all their emotions are wiped out by their government.

I never really left, I just lurked because most threads were too fast for me, that and I've been busy with a couple 100 things the past few months. Doesn't everyone?
So, who told you? Wanderjar or Parthians?

Anyways, I should prolly tell you that one of my characters killed a girl in Automati less than a week ago.

Okay, do you have the post?
Yep, but she was only a bystander, created purely so she could die.
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=14188038

[The IJSF] didn't like the idea of me using nukes, ever, not even if they are Pudites.

That's crazy, I mean it's not like the Pudites are even human anymore, all their emotions are wiped out by their government.
Yeah, I think trying to explain that to them made them more angry...

But then surprise-surprise when I found that having the IJSF watching from an innocent-newbie perspective would be quite benificial to the RP. So I asked one to watch and eventually provide feedback.
The response I got was the silent "go to hell" treatment.

*Spelling error ISJN =/= IJSF = NSF (http://z13.invisionfree.com/IJSF/index.php?act=idx)

OOC:Oh I found it on dumb luck.
Now for a post on what Nod's been doing, including what they've been doing in regard to the inevitable threat of Pudu. Even if nothing comes of it you'll at least know what's been happening in the area.

-West Chitzeland-
The Black Hand managed to make good gains from the war. Following the advance against the Parthians, Nod followers moved in to replace the genocided civilians, and of the original populace, the propraganda arm worked wonders on them.

Nod conslodated their hold and more or less secured the three southwestern most Provinces for their own purposes. The local and Religional Governments were mere proxies for Nod rule. Of the economic front, Nod imported and constructed several factories, mostly in military produce, and used the government to encourage employment, the equipment was of either low or normal quality but with the good sized workforce equipment was produced in great numbers. Many of the weapons were given out to the Black Market in return for discounts, others went towards Nod's own arsenal as well as their own black Market operations, and the remaining went into storage. This made the Nod controlled part of Chitzeland perhaps the most well armed of them all.

But they never forgot what lurked to the east. Though their holdings were seperated by the 100 mile stretch of land controlled by Hurtful, Nod knew that Pudu could easily take that without breaking a sweat. Therefore at the Provincal border Nod constructed a massive array of defenses, they intended to create a "National Redoubt" within their area, to stall any advance long enough to respond with large scale unconventional attacks.

-Nod Entrenchments-
Unlike Pudu and their huge shiny and very obvious barrier, Nod adopted an approach more to their liking. Along the border the most you could tell from the surface was a double chainlink fence that only allowed access through roads.

But in truth all of it covered yet more of Nod's skill in their Tunnel network.
Some of those hillsides had been hollowed out. Within them barracks, SAM sites and untold numbers of weapons were stored, protected by a thick layer of cement and the top soil they didn't excavate. Tunnels ran between the hills, and they contained their own little bunkers for Machine guns and spiderholes.
Peat had been even dug out from the swamps and marshes and buried in long rows behind the lines, if lit they could burn for weeks, choking the front in a dense heavy smoke, as well as leaving a nice Tank trap for the barely held up surface soil once the under ground layer had been burned off.

Ten miles behind these lines several small defense forts formed a more noticable line of defense, these two were linked with the front lines by tunnels that could be detonated at will if either end fell. Since all of it was acomplished without ever breaking the surface, no one knew it was even there.

Northwest Chitzeland - New Louisianna

The extension of the Dephirian Empire in Chiteland had been the large northwestern swamp lands of which no other nation wanted. This was an opportune time for the Dephirian forces, of whom nearly had no true 'battle' during the Chitzeland conflict, but still took claim to roughly one-eighth of the country. When Dephire had made their claim to the swamps, most knew that something fierce would come of it. Soon enough, the swamps were drained and converted to suitable building land, and then came the overhaul to build.

During the Chitzeland Conflict, Dephirian forces signed a non-aggression pact with the Pudite forces of the East. This allowed for the Dephirians to build their mini-nation in peace. First came the Rau'Kide, or "The Wall". This was a massive wall that bordered New Louisianna, as the mini-nation had been nicknamed, that was ten to fifteen stories high and nearly twenty yards thick. Construction took a massive amount of time, but that was due to the fact that the Rau'Kide was not the only project in construction.

Several fixed artillery pieces were placed nearly twenty to fourty yards behind the wall, aimed in nearly each direction and spaced ten yards from eachother. Behind these artillery pieces, roughly one hundred to two hundred yards, were the anti-air missile batteries as well as flak guns...no one understood why there were flak guns, but most never questioned their placement mainly because they were fun to fire. Ten yards behind these anti-air weapons was a single trench that was purposefully flooded. The trench was twenty yards wide at the widest point with several bridges going from one side to the other. Nearly thirty yards from the trench was another row of anti-air defenses mixed in with more artillery, but these artillery pieces were larger than the previous.

The single city of New Louisianna began five hundred yards or so away from the closest line of defensive weapons. This was where the farmlands had been created. A mile or so after the farmlands, which extended for at least twenty or so miles towards the city's center, became the more industrialized parts. The residential and commercial portion of the city, the city's center, had been heavily influenced by the military, for this is a military city. Every structure had been designed to be damage resistant to the maximum. Every citizen was required to be combat ready, especially during times of peace since no one knew when the motherland would declare war.

Populations of New Louisianna had bulged in the twenty to twenty five million persons range, mostly caused to the over-excessive exodus of Dephirian people from their homeland during the final stage of the Dephirian Civil War. In fact, much of the Dephirian military settled in New Louisianna, if not Deconter or other Dephirian extensions. Large naval ships patrolled the northern coasts of New Louisianna, as well as a host of defensive weapons along the shore line.

New Louisianna in itself seemed nearly impregnable, and its massive build of military weapons only increased their power factor. Fifteen thousand of Dephire's one million tanks resided in New Louisianna as well as a host of aircraft...

The Storm is Approaching.

Persepolis Palace, Parthia

The Shah of Shahs sat placidly upon the Peacock Throne, raised high above the floor of the rest of the audience chamber, while a skylight cast down a single ray of light on his person, providing the visual effect of all light in the room coming from the Shah's himself. "I understand that the underhanded venture is unsuccessful?"

The courtier nodded, "Lord, the media is nationalized, they will not sell, and the Hurtians are popular. However, the Chitzis shelter the Black Hand of Nod." The Shah raised his head to attention, "They shelter terrorists? Then give them terror. We shall be direct and thourough, they must all be exterminated, every last one of them, and we shall ensure that they suffer more than a combination of all we have previously done to them, in a single night."

The Immortals still stood to attention, alert, but unshocked to hear the Shah give his word for death, but the courtier knew what had to be done, the Shah had spoken, the operation would commence.

As he entered the Ministry of Defense attache's office in the Palace's east wing, he spoke quickly, and yet worriedly. "The Shah gives his word, let the Chitzis burn, every last one of them, they have given shelter to the terrorists, and now they shall be cast into the fires Ahriman keeps for his ilk. Let this be Atesh-e Dad."

Preparation orders went out, military forces across Parthia were mobilized for transport, but most crucially, several thousand tanker aircraft took off for bases in Parthian colonies. They would be crucial for the next step, which, if all went well, would hit as unexpectedly and as brutally as a bullet.

OOC: Actually Nod goes by a cover of New Roanoke Industries. And unoffically as one of the Mafias.

But I'm quite ready for round two.

OOC:
I forgot the old ties again...

Pudu & Dephire
Dephire & PROHT
Parthia
BHoN & Chitzeland
PROHT & Chitzeland

???????????????????

OOC:
I forgot the old ties again...
OOC Simplified:
Pudu /w/ Dephire+Parthia
Pudu VS Chitzeland+BHoN+Alleana+HT

HT /w/ Dephire+Chitzeland+BHoN+Alleana
HT VS Parthia+Pudu

I have no idea where Antigr and Dephire fit into this, despite being a notable factor.

-Dephire has conflicting interests and "loyalty issues" (at least from my POV; from his, he may be considering me as a loose-cannon with a punt-gun to his head).
-Antigr has a tendancy to punch the first person to look at him funny*.
-As for BHoN, I wouldn't be too surprised if he set us up the [tac-nuke] under all my base.

*Which I'm hoping is Pudu, with his emotionless eyes and indifferent expression...
Creepy...

They shelter terrorists? Then give them terror. We shall be direct and thourough, they must all be exterminated, every last one of them, and we shall ensure that they suffer more than a combination of all we have previously done to them, in a single night."
OOC:
Why yes, didn't I tell you that in my sig?
Even TRBI found them, and I'm on his ignore-list... (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13124800)

I horbour quite a few "terrorist" groups, including a very small and physically inexplainable contingent of Hatarian refugees which I treat as Bigtopian slaves (those are set aside for invading DMG as soon as I am comfortable RPing non-humans).

When you see FPM, think "A-team and friends", cause they has a minivan and whatnot.

IC:
Still in an effort to bolster Chitzi defenses against Pudite aggression, a number of fast-steamers loaded with heavy weapons made way for the expected front-lines.

Meanwhile, Hurtian Air Defense forces were placed on high-alert. Advanced Pudite fighters armed with stand-off air-to-ground weapons posed a significant threat. As many survaillence resources at Hurtian dispossal were allocated to watching every Pudite movement.

Sadly, this left a rather large blind-spot large enough for the Parthians to launch their attack unnoticed and initially unopposed by Hutrian-sponsored forces.

Very Secret IC:
Personal Message from the Shah of Parthia to Defense Minister Nassiri Regarding Operation Atesh-e Daad:
Not to be copied, opened by any except The Honorable Marshall Nassiri, or stored electronically. Destroy upon making note.

The opening of Atesh-e Daad must be significant. The deployment of several thousand tanker aircraft to Parthian airbases and colonies across the globe is designed for entirely one reason, to provide up to 6,000 strategic bombers the ability to hit Chitzeland’s west coast with significant stores of munitions. Initial attacks must be made on enemy air defenses and air assets, destroying airports and search radar arrays across the western coast of Chitzeland. Following this, a strike is recommended on the cities of the West Coast occupied by Black Hand of Nod (BHON) forces or used by them. The objective is the total annihilation of those areas as per doctrine A-734 of holding responsible citizens of democratic governments for the actions of their government and T-22 which associates civilians of terrorist occupied areas as terrorists themselves for their failure to do something about terrorist occupation. These areas should be firebombed following neutralization of assets which could threaten strategic bombing operations.

Following initial strategic bombing operation against terrorist strongholds, the government of Chitzeland will be given the opportunity to expel all terrorists. Failing their ability or willingness to do so, we will in turn classify the nation as a terrorist sponsoring state and enact a full-scale annihilation of the nation from the face of the Earth. This classification should then enable full-scale strikes against their strategic assets, continuing with the 1st air force’s campaign of strategic bombing by destroying, in order:
- Power plants and electrical power infrastructure
- Water pumps, irrigation infrastructure, and treatment plants
-Port facilities of all coastal cities, excepting those of the Northwest, Dephirian, and Pudite claims
-Railyards, bridges, tunnels, and any other transportation infrastructure of the nation
- Airports undamaged by initial attacks
-Industry, especially those associated with food production

These attacks should be done using small scale raids of no more than 12 Sariel bombers using laser guided or GPS guided bombs, or failing that, cruise missiles. With the raids completed, Chitzeland will once again be granted an ultimatum to expel all BOHN terrorists. Should they accept, we will provide assistance needed to do so, or, if they do not, we will expand the strategic bombing campaign. In the expanded form, combined with the expected arrival of the Parthian troops to be deployed for this campaign (3 fleets from Bandar-e Abbas, and 120 divisions for each fleet), to utterly decimate the country, we will make several changes from our prior campaign.

Assuming the failure of the initial phase of operation Atesh-e Daad, we will concentrate our forces on three points along the west coast. 33rd Corps will land north of Meord, moving southeast, with 37th corps landing between the cities Portelsad and Ygh, moving northeast, both will surround the city of Eldor, while also cutting off the cities of Meord, Portelsad, and Ygh from the rest of Chitzeland. The final corps, 54th, will land between Hakken and Kayzarr, advancing towards Gichittaw. To support the advance of the three corps against expected heavy Chitzi resistance, the need is especially great to both destroy transportation infrastructure to make the advance of defending forces slow, and to cut off fuel supplies to Chitzeland’s defenders, while also ensuring a base can be found to offload supplies and fuel for the Parthian advance. For this reason, Meord, Portelsad, and Ygh are to be captured by siege, or, if need be, by carpetbombing all areas of the city inland from port facilities in a rolling barrage designed to drive civilians and defenders westward. If reinforcements are needed, 3 more corps will be used, 62nd can be deployed to Portelsad and Meord, while two others can be deployed to Ort to cut the south’s ability to supply the rest of Chitzeland and ensure the Parthian dominance of all ports. There is no need to advance too deeply into Chitzeland, as it is far too heavily fortified, rather, the attempt should be made to cut the defenders from supplies so that the interior can be taken merely by attrition and deprivation. To assist in the taking of Chitzeland by Parthian troops, the following cities should be annihilated:
- Kayzarr
- Gittichaw
- Eldor
Herholtzer, due to its use as a bargaining chip for diplomatic maneuverings, should be left mostly untouched, excepting destroying targets of military use, rather, 33rd corps should cut the section of Chitzeland containing Herholtzer off from the rest of the country.
Final phases of ensuring supplies are cut from Chitzeland should involve a blockade of Non-Dephirian, Non-Pudite Chitzeland, along with the destruction of all port facilities not controlled by Parthian forces in the section of interest (that is, the area not controlled by either Dephire or Pudu).

Special Addendum for Rules of War and Expectations:

-Prisoners of war from pro-Chitzi nations should be accorded all protections associated with the Geneva Conventions and rules of war as practiced by signatories. Equally, should Wanderjarian or PROHT forces demand to be permitted to leave Chitzeland upon Parthian seizure or closure of the coast, they should be permitted to do so, upon destruction or abandonment of all ammunition, whereupon, they will be permitted to withdraw.

-BHON operatives should be executed on the spot, as should Chitzi partisans or Chitzi military personnel, due to their support of the BHON.

-Chemical weapons are not to be used except as retaliation for the use of equitable weapons, to prevent escalation. However, if they are used, they should be used in an efficient manner, mostly on civilians due to widespread adoption of CBW gear by military forces. If the use is authorized, the best method would be to carpetbomb unoccupied Chitzi cities with a combination of VX, along with Sulphur Mustard and Lewsite, combined with widespread use of defoliants and crop blight biological weapons upon Chitzi farmland to ensure famine and widespread population loss across Chitzeland, while also requiring allied forces to ship food products. Tactical nuclear weapons, as per doctrine, are not to be used, limited tactical nuclear strikes by coalition forces against Parthian positions may be responded to by widespread annihilation of Chitzi civilians using gas and possibly anti-human biological weapons, only in especially severe cases will consideration be made to use tactical nuclear weapons, in which case, they will be provided for by Parthia’s strategic bomber wing for use on both Chitzi cities and military targets of the offending nation.

OOC: Oh that is so overkill. Parthia still doesn't have any "Proof" of terrorists aside from THEIR intellegence saying so.

PS: Expect large scale nuclear warfare.

OOC: Oh that is so overkill. Parthia still doesn't have any "Proof" of terrorists aside from THEIR intellegence saying so.

PS: Expect large scale nuclear warfare.

OOC: You have a telegram.

Also, a small question for Dephire and PROHT, is ADAN still affiliated with Gholgoth?

OOC: You have a telegram.

Also, a small question for Dephire and PROHT, is ADAN still affiliated with Gholgoth?
Our ties with AMF+friends are on an individual basis.
So nothing legally binding aside from "trading favors".
...
I feel dirty all of a sudden...
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Anyways, Gholgoth should be the least of your worries.
Like that lil factor that I called a bit of international-legal-battling into this RP.
(Did Mokastana/Festejar/Aqua Anu contact you folks yet?)

Besides, like you said, you CANNOT be the aggressor if you want any hope of success. And a pre-emtive bombing followed by a favorable international investigation on my behalf would cause it to all backfire to your homeland.

And I wouldn't have to lift a finger, militarily...
I was kinda busy making TGs when this started, wasn't sure how it would go down.

And FFS, use correct nameculture!*
Chitzi/Hurtian forces in Chitze are controled by HOI (Hurtful Outcomes Inc)
BHoN forces are aliased on paper as NRI (New Roanoke Industries), and is HQed on New Roanoke Island Naval Base, PROHT. Not in Chitzeland.

*This stuff was set down pretty hard in stone by the end of the R+R thread

OOC: Oh. *points at region on The Parthians NS page*

Sorry then, poor OOC information causing IC missteps, no further interference from me should be expected. I mean, if you have some ties with my allies, no matter how informal, I'm not going to go around blasting your forces.

Um, I never said I was on good terms with them*...
I only said I couldn't speak for everyone in the alliance, especially the ones that are currently inactive.

*I'd have to pull a HUGE "favor" for them to realy care about this...

Just that, erm... GASN had a lil alliance thingy with Gholgoth before they disbanded. Somehow managed to create an account on their offsite. (http://z4.invisionfree.com/Gholgoth_Regional/index.php?showuser=21) Haven't been there in a LONG TIME.

ADAN was created sometime around such an agreement was made, with some being dual-members between ADAN, CA, Gholgoth, Soveriegn League and GASN. This caused a pile of headaches because nobody could declare war on anyone anymore...

So wanna guess what happened next? I'll give a hint, it didn't end in world-peace...
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Oh, wait, yes...
Gholgoth has a special place for ADAN members...
I just nevar got teh memo...

Other dual-members:
Asgarnieu (Gholgoth/ADAN)
Carbandia (NATO/ADAN)
Dephire (ADAN)*

*Dangit Deph, you nearly attacked one of your other allies!

So, um, can we quietly ignore the fact that we managed to get ourselves caught in a web of loopholes and keep going?
(ADAN membership was replaced with ASGARD, so I'm pretty sure anything official is now void)

Really, you ARE THE SHAH! U CAN DO ANYTHING!

I'm also going to go out on a limb and guess this is why I was never invaded...
No matter what crazy stuff I did...
Like... Capturing an Undershi convoy, blowing up airfields in peacetime, trying to assasinate Griffencrest three times, dumping bio-hazardous waste into Mokastana, nuking Maldorians and/or Greston, testing biological weapons on tourists, and conspiring to invade DMG (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=527799) with furries.

Um, I never said I was on good terms with them*...
I only said I couldn't speak for everyone in the alliance, especially the ones that are currently inactive.

*I'd have to pull a HUGE "favor" for them to realy care about this...

Just that, erm... GASN had a lil alliance thingy with Gholgoth before they disbanded. Somehow managed to create an account on their offsite. Haven't been there in a LONG TIME.

ADAN was created sometime around such an agreement was made, with some being dual-members between ADAN, CA, Gholgoth, Soveriegn League and GASN. This caused a pile of headaches because nobody could declare war on anyone anymore...

So wanna guess what happened next? I'll give a hint, it didn't end in world-peace...


OOC: Fair enough, and I even found how to not be the aggressor.

Shiraz, Parthia
Two members of Tudeh, Parthia’s banned Communist party waited nervously for their contacts to show up. They had spent much time hidden in the desert after the Shah’s crackdown a decade ago, they had seen their father, one Tudeh’s senior members disappear one night, and never saw him again. By their mother’s insistence, both had been forced to leave the house within a week, and soon, they heard she too had disappeared, most likely shuttled off to the desert in a black van and shot into a shallow grave with a single bullet by a SAVAK pig. The two brothers had hidden for years, moving from Tudeh safe house to safe house, unable to leave the country for fear of being stopped and arrested by Parthian border guards. Eventually, they were forced to flee for the desert, living for a decade with the various nomads who still plied their pastoral lifestyle, moving from oasis to oasis with their livestock.

One thing had not changed, they hated the Shah, they hated Capitalism, and they hated what the Parthian oppressors had done to both the people who fought for justice and, more especially, to everything they had ever known. It was by chance that they had been found in the desert, asked by a foreigner if they would be willing to speak to him in Shiraz. To accomplish something and ensure that they could get a bit of justice for what happened long ago, little did they know, they had fallen directly into the hands of the Parthian state.

Captain John Wells was born in Roach Busters, but moved to Parthia when he was five, his parents working as petroleum engineers in the Ahwaz oil fields. While they had eventually returned, he remained, eventually taking a wife in Parthia and learning fluent Farsi, yet his greatest advantage was his place on the payroll of SAVAK for specialized wetwork operations involving Tudeh members, luring them into meetings with his foreignness, often pretending to be a Communist from another nation or an operative from a democratic nation offering support to Tudeh. It was for precisely this reason that he was going to undertake on operation, speaking to the Tudeh members and bringing them in on a rather complex operation.

As the two brothers entered the tea house, he simply waited for them to sit, passing teacups before starting, “Farhad and Khosrowshah Durrani, I presume? I know of you, I know your past, and I will say I fully sympathize with it. Perhaps, you would, like to, say… do something to return the favor?” Farhad, the older of the two looked back, retorting cynically, “Look, if you aren’t SAVAK, then who are you? I don’t care anymore; I want to kill the bastards, all of them. So tell me what you can do for me or I’ll find someone who can.” John smirked, “the organization I represent is quite opposed to Parthia’s rather atrocious government, needless to say, we cannot allow ourselves to be associated with attacking them, for our own security.” Farhad shot back, “and what have YOU done to fight them? We sit here every day getting butchered, I have no idea if any of us are left, they hunted us like animals, took us away in black vans and the world did nothing.” Again, John smiled, giving a malicious look, “We destroyed a division of the Shahanshah’s oh-so-precious Immortals. Get it now?” Farhad quieted down, his face showing signs of awe, “The Black Hand… What would you have us do? Put us to use!”

With that, John laughed on the inside and thought, this will be easier than anything in recent memory. Like using hand grenades on fish in a barrel.

OOC:
My ties with Gholgoth are as such,
Dephire views the Gholgoth Region as a powerful ally. In fact, my region is Gholgoth Minor for I had a dream to be a part of Gholgoth myself someday.

With this said, and although I had attacked Parthian forces in the begining of the Chitzeland Conflict, my allegiences are to Pudu and Parthia as well as People's Republic of Hurtful Thoughts. That is what just so happened.

A slight bit of help to get things rollign, if you wish to "press charges" for corruption and such...

He called 'Snake' to do some bank hacking, transfering electronic funds from the already faltering Chitzi government to themselves, hoping they wouldn't notice $1 Trillion missing from their government accounts. He felt a little sorry, stealing from the poor like that, but it would all work out, since he could count on HOI and the Dephirians to look after their business interests

Dig deep enough, and there's a ton more of it...

New Louisianna


The dust had been undisturbed during their stay here, but things were begining to stir on the Dephirian Battle Front. Already, some 'major' players were coming together, but no one had thought that the Dephirians had a bit of "bite" to their stay in Chitzeland. Already, their allies were begining to battle it out. PROHT forces, Parthian Forces, and Pudite Forces. Oh a contest of strength and fortitude, and all had been friends of the old reign in Dephire. This left Mr. Rhinestaff, the Imperial High Commander of Dephire, with a very difficult decision. His nation was the founding nation of ADAN-Asgard. Amongst its members was the nation of the People's Republic of Hurtul Thoughts. Going against this nation would mean losing a valuable member of the Alliance. However...during the first Chitzeland Conflict...his nation had been esteemed allies and dearest friends to the Pudite Forces. At the same time, The Parthians...they were yet another nation that Dephirians had positive feelings towards. Granted, in the begining of the Chitzeland Conflict, Dephirian Forces had bombed set Parthian Forces to bits..that was in the past though. Since then, Dephirians had been extremely friendly to Gholgoth, the region of which The Parthians was situated in.

Decisions. Decisions. In these times of War, Murder, Coups, and Chaos...a nation looked up to their leaders to feel the powerful decisions be made. Rhinestaff was left to decide who was to live and who was to die...and it became even clearer to him who needed to die. Long had it been a thought in the back of his head that the Conquest of Chitzeland had not been finished. This thought burned a bonfire in his head until he could not take it anymore. He stood up from his throne and yelled for all in his court to hear, "We are going to WAR with Chitzeland! Assemble the forces! Scramble the Jets! Release our Depleted Uranium Armada! They will beg to be assimilated into our populace before too long! Rise my brothers and sisters, Rise and fuel our thirst for blood and war!". The message took a while to sink in, but only after a minute or two had passed did the message fully digest. The aides and other staff began sending messages left and right to all of the Generals and Admirals of the Dephirian Military.

When the message had been recieved by the Executive Command Officer Darius Ghray, the Governor of New Louisianna, the Dephirians had already been preparing for war. The fifteen thousand Dephirian Tanks that were in storage had been fueled and shipped out. Seven thousand five hundred of these were shipped to the Pudite forces as a "wedding gift" to Emperor Pudu. Everything was set up. Everything was ready. Dephire was going to war. To Hell with the Republic. To Hell with life.

The message was sent. There was no going back. Rhinestaff sat back onto his throne and leaned back. He felt no regret for what was to come.

Hail to the Chief.

Nihil aliud scit necessitas quam vincere
Governor Ostafei Iakovlev was surprised when the was informed that the Dephirian's, his neighbors to the north-west, had made to him such a gift as they did; seventy-five hundred battle tanks. Governor Iakovlev had been appointed Governor of the District of Chitzeland, also known as the Democratic Christian Socialist Republic of Chitzeland, mostly to those who lived there, or was called such by those who still maintained the illusion of the DCSR's independence, years ago, as the conflagration that was the end of the Chitzeland war cooled down. Since then, he had overseen the territories conversion into a Pudite state, and made certain that it was protected from any and all foreign threats, which were more than likely to originate from the hatred and fear evoked by the terrors of those first wars in Chitzeland.

Now, as tensions were again rising in Chitzeland, Governor Iakovlev was pleased to know that his province was ready to defend itself, if necessary. Months ago, construction on the Pudite wall surrounding the district was finished, a great series of fortifications a kilometer thick - not a single large solid wall, no, the Pudite wall was a deep defensive network of tunnels, hardened bunkers, mines, trench networks, and flooded pits. When defended adequately, as it was by the infantry of Field Marshal Dolgininka's 4th Field Army.

With these new tanks given over to the Dominion, Governor Iakovlev immediately notified Field Marshal Dolgininka, as well as the Imperial Army Commandery in the homeland, of his intent to raise an additional six armored divisions from Chitzeland, as well as a single independent Armored Regiment of three-hundred additional tanks. To do this, he required sufficient crew and support elements to constitute his new formations, and this request was granted by the Imperial Army, which resolved to sent the requisite men and materials as soon as possible.

Also notified was the Foreign Relations Office, being as administration of the colonies was a duty that fell to that office. When hearing of this, Mr. Grey, the head of the Foreign Relations Office, decided that it was now time to inform his underling Governor Iakovlev, as well as his military staff, of the developing intelligence on the situation in Chitzeland.

To accomplish this, a message was sent, and, in addition to bringing the Governor up to speed on international relations regarding Chitzeland, it ordained him with the authority to appoint Fleet Admiral Fedor Grigoriev, his naval senior officer for the colony, to the rank of Warmaster by virtue of the Emperor, should hostilities break out.

Also contained were instructions for would-be Warmaster Grigoriev, including dispositions on how to utilize the newest forces being assigned to him. In addition to the colonial fleets based at Chitzeland, and the air forces permanently stationed there, there were being re-directed to Chitzeland a pair of Imperial Navy Expeditionary Battle Fleets, as well as the 19th Air Army, under the command of Air Marshal Stiudev. In addition to this relatively standard escalation, the Imperial Air Force was dispatching two parachute infantry divisions, and associated aircraft.

Even as the Emperor's Dephirian associates prepared for war across the border, the Dominion was reinforcing hers. This was a time of action, however, and the Dominion could not be idle forever...

Persepolis, Parthia

Shahanshahi Boulevard cut across Central Persepolis, bounded on one side by the old town of the city, and on the other side by the towering commercial skyscrapers of the Persepolis Financial District. Along the sides of the 12 lane street, date trees cast a thin shadow upon the pedestrians and cars below. Smells of spices and brewing tea wafted across from the historic old town to the glistening commercial district, drawing office workers through pedestrian underpasses into the small tea and kebab shops in the narrow, winding streets of that neighborhood.

In this scene, watching the buildings fill up once again with employees, Farhad and Khosrowshah Durrani sat in the Chevy Suburban the alleged Black Hand agent had given to them. It was filled with dozens of duffel bags, assumedly, it was C-4. After all, he had demonstrated the explosive power of a small amount outside the city just to prove that he wasn’t trying to dupe them into signing their own death warrant or working for SAVAK. This was real C-4, and they had a real detonator.

As they turned off Shahanshahi Boulevard, they saw their target, tucked between two towering skyscrapers, the gigantic spire called 5022 22nd Street towered 107 floors above the ground below, packed full of 105 floors of office space and condominiums, while at the top two floors, the Shah kept a penthouse apartment, reportedly, one used exclusively to entertain very attractive female guests, and if the Black Hand operative was right, he was up there right now, vulnerable to the 1500 pounds of C-4 packed into their SUV. All seemed to be going well as they approached the building, intent on driving through the front doors and blasting themselves and their cargo in the lobby, bringing the whole building down, killing the Shah in the process.

Then, without warning, a single crack, a grenade billowing smoke had just been shot through the window, and within seconds, the two brothers were out cold and the SUV swerved off the road, directly into an office across the street from their target. A tipped off Immortals sniper watching the building had done the trick, and the threat identified by a security briefing was out, now, a single black SAVAK van made for the scene, dragging the two unconscious individuals into the van, while a bomb squad moved in to deactivate the explosives. The Shah’s life was saved, but the Durranis would not be so fortunate.

Evin Prison, Persepolis, Parthia

Farhad Durrani was greeted by SAVAK agents as he awoke, his head spinning. As he came to full conciousness, he realized he was sitting in a room with only a single, exposed light fixture dangling from the ceiling. All of the men around him wore surgical masks and hospital scubs. In the distance, he saw a locked metal door, hearing horrible screams of agony coming from the room for several seconds, combined with the whirr of machinery; a deep whirring sound blanketed the room, somewhat muffled, it could still be made out through the metal door.

Finally, the screams stopped, and the SAVAK agent grinned, “Perhaps you would first, like to tell me your name, and then second, everything that you know. I am Piruz Shirazi, servant of his majesty the Shahanshah of Parthia, and you, I am afraid, are quite guilty of blasphemy. Perhaps if you cooperate, you will not meet the fate of others guilty of such a heinous crime”

OOC Note: This next section is rather brutal and involves a combination of torture and excessive violence. Those with weak stomachs are advised to pass through without reading.

The metal door opened, two exceptionally bloody agents, covered with a fine mist of blood and what appeared to be bits of flesh stepped out carrying a cardboard box, setting it down in front of the prisoner, they opened up the flaps, exposing torn chunks of human flesh and skin, interspersed with what looked of frayed bits of clothing and organs.

Piruz Shirazi grinned, “Or, of course, I could have you fed feet first into the plastic bin shredder in the other room. After all, since you can't tell, the contents of that box are the mortal remains of the poor fool you met yesterday. He refused to talk, so I had him shredded. If you don't want to see what it feels like, I suggest you start speaking now. (This is not actually true, the victim is in fact another prisoner, but all chopped up, it's hard to tell)"

Farhad grinned and then spoke calmly, "Goh Bokhor."

A quick slap to the face, followed by an electric shock, and Farhad screamed in pain, "I am Farhad Durrani, and that is all you need to know." Piruz smiled, "You have something to say then, perhaps I can coax it out of you, please make this as hard as you want, I love to hear your kind scream in agony as we try to get some answers." With that, a black cloth covering a nearby table was removed, revealing dozens of tools: knives, blowtorches, car batteries, even a few which existed nowhere outside the demented walls of the SAVAK compound Farhad Durrani was trapped in.

"Still nothing to say blasphemer?" Piruz smiled. Farhad did nothing, except spit in his face, to which, Piruz stepped away, putting on a welder's mask and lighting a welding torch, turning down the blast pressue to a low temperature, after all, the intent wasn't to kill. Striding back, lit welding torch in hand, the SAVAK agent began to move the welding torch ever closer to his left hand, speaking quietly, "when you start talking the torch goes away." Farhad said nothing, and now, the irate, yet pleased torturer brought the torch down, gliding the flame over the hand which bled and blistered as it passed. Farhad screamed in agony before Piruz pulled the torch away. "Anything to say?"

"Death to the Shah!" Piruz smiled, he could break this victim, he knew it. Attaching several electrodes to each of his fingers and toes, the SAVAK agent flicked the switch on the car battery, burning the flesh on the fingertips and causing the prisoner to scream in agony. Still, he simply cursed the agent and the Shah, a clear sign of his determination to hold back information. Piruz sighed at the stubborness of the victim, no matter, it gave him time for some fun. Taking a bolt cutter, the SAVAK agent slipped it over the last section of the little finger on the welding torch burnt hand, and looking at his victim, demanding he say something, he hesitated, before slicing it off in a quick motion, while another agent cauterized the wound with a red-hot iron rod. Once again, he screamed in agony, but said nothing, giving the agent the finger, which, the SAVAK operative grasped, then pushed backwards, a loud crack announcing it had broken.

Even though he screamed in agony, nothing was said. Piruz sighed, "Perhaps we should make him watch his accursed little brother be shredded and fed to pigs?" The other SAVAK agent grinned, "Well at least cut the rest of his fingertips off! It might even be a bit fun."

"Stop, please, I can't take it anymore." Farhad broke down, "I'll tell you the truth! All of it!" Piruz Shirazi smiled, "You will tell the truth on national television, so the world can know what you attempted to do. First though, you will tell me what you intend to say."

Official PNN News Report
As the cameras began rolling, Farhad and Khosrowshah Durrani read from the statements prepared for them. Parthia had made little attempt to conceal torture being used, both had bandaged hands and numerous bruises and cuts from beatings administered by SAVAK. There was no secret to the world that SAVAK used torture to extract information, no secret at all, in fact, the Shah laughed at condemnations against him and his policies when it came to torture, sometimes, there was no other way to ensure there was information, and if countries wanted to go without it, then they did so at their own risk.

Arnaz Kasharijan, one of PNN’s numerous very attractive female anchors began to speak as the two brothers were seated at the table from which they would read their statements for the camera. “Two days ago, Farhad and Khosrowshah Durrani, the two sons of the infamous Jomshid and Noor Durrani, convicted members of the Tudeh terrorist organization, were caught with truck packed with over a thousand pounds of explosives near the building in Persepolis where the Shah keeps his penthouse apartment. After interrogation, the fearless security forces of our nation have discovered the backers of this heinous blasphemy against our beloved Shahanshah. Let us now turn our attention as the two confessed terrorists admit for the people of Parthia the backer of this attack.”

Farhad Durrani began to speak while Khosrowshah merely sat there, “I would like to first mention to the world, before I begin confessing, that the Parthian state is still as cruel as ever and continues to oppress its enemies without regard for human rights. But, I digress, the guilt of this attack falls not on Tudeh, we were perhaps the last two I know of who live in Parthia, rather, we were merely pawns in the game of another, Non-Parthian group. We were the tools of foreigners, not Parthians, and neither, were we the tools of the Workers Revolution, merely, fighters against the oppression of the tyrant Khosru.”

Farhad paused, “The truth is, the attack was to be conducted with the support, blessing, and assistance of the Black Hand of Nod terrorist group, which contacted us in Shiraz a few days ago to conduct the attack on its behalf, seeing the Shah, much as we and all other liberated people of Parthia, as the greatest oppressor of all things good in this world. It is with this shared virtue that they had us conduct the attack, which, neither of us will repent for.”

The camera cut, just as the two brothers shouted “Death to the Shah”, they were whisked away, brought to Evin Prison once again, now, prepared for execution by firing squad in the next three days, a completion to an operation designed to give the Parthian state all ammunition needed to conduct a campaign in Chitzeland.

Official Statement by the Shah of Parthia

This cowardly attempt at my life, conducted through terrorists in Parthia, is, as we deem it, perhaps the greatest blasphemy ever attempted in the Shahdom, striking directly at the Shah through the use of godless Marxists. Not only this, but threatening the livelihood and life of thousands of Parthian civilians operating in the general area shows not only a lack of humanity, but also a severe moral failing in such individuals, perhaps enough to suggest their worship of Ahriman may indeed be true.

As such, we have determined the Black Hand of Nod and its subsidiaries or organizations hiding, supporting, or aiding it, and countries that harbor such institutions to be completely unworthy of life and will now, with the blessing of Ahura Mazda, exterminate such things from the face of the planet without mercy or warning.

Mark my words, terrorists and supporters of terrorists: within 24 hours we will begin operations to eviscerate the Black Hand of Nod and the masks it hides behind from the world. Our operations will come without warning, and when they do come, they will be enough to annihilate all people who have played any part in this blasphemy.

Consider this, nations of the world, a warning. Move now against the Black Hand, or face the consequences of failing to do so.

Shahanshah Khosru III of Parthia

Ad mores natura recurrit damnatos, fixa et mutari nescia
Governor Ostafei Iakovlev was resting comfortably in his office, enjoying a light lunch, when the message was dropped on his desk. The aide who brought it in, when questioned, replied; "A statement by the Shahdom, Governor. The Foreign Office thought it important that you see it yourself,"

The young man was dismissed, and Governor Iakovlev went about the completion of his midday fare, and, without opening the statement, buzzed his secretary on the intercom, "I would like to meet with Fleet Admiral Grigoriev as soon as possible,"

Iakovlev then stood, and moved over to a cabinet on his far wall, where from he retrieved a small decorated envelope, sealed with wax bearing the symbol of the Imperial Household. Returning to his desk, he soon heard the knock at his door, announcing his guest.

"Enter," he yelled, without getting up. When the Fleet Admiral entered, the Governor added, "Welcome, Admiral Grigoriev, to the center of the Emperor's domain in Chitzeland."

The Admiral responded, "It is an honor to meet with you, Governor. May I ask, what is it you wanted to see me regarding?"

"Indeed; the direct approach then. Admiral, did you serve in the first two wars here in Chitzeland?"

"Yes sir, I was aboard a battlecruiser serving in the Chitze sea, as an observer, sir, to prepare me for my current duties."

"Yes of course, do you remember the participants in these early wars, the conflicts that shaped this outpost of Pudite will on this peninsula?"

"Sir, we fought foreigners of numerous allegiances, not unified, and weak. That is why we took such a great share of the-"

"Yes," inturrupted the Governor, "But there were others here, ones we did not fight, ones fighting the same foreigners as did we, do you remember those entities?"

"No, Governor, I cannot recall what they referred to themselves as. It is all the same when all you have to do is kill them. It is you that talks with them, that knowledge is for you."

"Well, then you will learn something today. One of the groups of foreigners that fought the same war as did we were a people known as the Parthians, a populous and widespread people, and a people for whom the Emperor bears a great respect, for their actions in those wars," the governor paused for a moment, taking a breath,

"They fought in the west while we fought in the east, and while they were being slaughtered, we were expanding. Now, it seems, they wish to return,"

"They will continue their war in the east, then, will they?"

"Indeed, it appears so. They express a desire to exterminate a certain group of people who did take up residence in the far western areas of this land during the first and second wars. We believe it is their intention to return in force."

"They are not a threat to us, I trust," spoke the Admiral, wondering why the governor was telling him all of this if the Dominion was going to be nothing but a bystander.

"No, quite the opposite, they, although not quite formally, invited us to join them. They make this statement in their most recent communication," The governor showed Admiral Grigoriev the last line in the Parthian statement to the world, and continued, "The Dominion is prepared to act."

The Fleet Admiral straitened back up from the desk, "Yes sir, we are prepared,"

The governor continued, "Not a question, Admiral. I know we are prepared to act, I have made certain we are. Recently, there has arrived a significant force of ships and men. Briefings were to the effect that they were stopping here for supplies and staging areas. That was only partially true."

"Sir?"

"The two Imperial Navy Expeditionary Fleets of Fleet Admiral Radomskii are not passing through. They have been redeployed here, to serve the Emperor in the coming war. The soldiers and aircraft are the same. You will find requisite information in this packet," he paused, "Warmaster."

The governor, previously the superior of the Fleet Admiral then immediately stood and offered a salute. Opening the packet, now-Warmaster Grigoriev pulled out first the papers confirming his appointment to the rank of Warmaster, as well as the appropriate regalia for his uniform.

Quickly, Warmaster Grigoriev returned the salute.

The governor then spoke again, "Warmaster, I believe you have business to attend to, I wouldn't like to keep you standing here. You will find all the details of the coming campaign laid out for you in the dossier I've had delivered to your office. It will be there when you return."

The Warmaster then turned, and left the governor alone again.

War was coming, and the Dominion would not be mistaken for a bystander here. Soon, Governor Iakovlev would compose a message to the Parthian government. Soon, though, not now. He had to be absolutely certain of their course of action before he set in stone the Pudite response.

In the meantime, soldiers were mobilized, fleet's gathered, and aircraft prepared on the runway. The Democratic Christian Socialist Republic of East Chitzeland was prepared, at a moments notice, to start the third and final Pudite war for this peninsula...

Within four hours The Blackhand gave their response.

-Mid earth Orbit-
From the void of space retro rockets fire, bringing what was appeared to be a communication Satelite out into the open. Or if you could even call what looked like parts of several satellites of other nations welded together. The satellite in question quickly locked on to multiple transponders and began broadcasting from a relay from another Satellite in outer orbit. Right into Parthia and several other nations with an interest in the Black Hand.

-Unknown Feed-
As a pure black screen showed as a deep voice began to speak.

"To the Shah of Parthia..."

"Or whomever is pulling your strings..."

We are the black hand.

*The Screen flashes onto the Nod Banner*

"And you are a liar."

*Screen shows a muted version of the original broadcast*

"If we had wanted to kill you, we wouldn't have bothered using such pathetic proxy groups."

*Screen switches to a hall filled with hundreds of masked soldiers.*

"Ending your Empire would be of no profit to us, you are in power so you know the very reason why one would need an "Ulitmate enemy" alive and well."

*Switches to show scenes of rioting in an unknown nation, of many flags burning from crowds(Including Parthian) and other instances of general lawlessness.*

"Either you have been suckered Shah, or you are doing the suckering."

*The screen flashes back to the Nod flag.*

"Nevertheless you have somehow decided that you can declare war on us, and so we give you this ultimatium. You have..."

*Screen flashes to a clock which starts a countdown*

"Stated that you will attack within 20 hours, if you do we will be left with no choice but to retaliate with overwhelmeing force."

*An image of the inside of a underground bunker showing a gigantic ICBM of unknown make*

"We promise you, and anyone else who would like to join in, that you will not enjoy the response."

*The screen flashes back to the Nod banner*

"It's your move."

*The screen fades to black and the feed cuts out.*
The Satelite sending the signal explodes seconds later.

Leader Milo observed the minor broadcast by the Shahdom of the Parthians, and was slightly amused, and blissfully unaware of what they were trying to do.

So blissful, in fact, that he wrote a letter of congratulations to the Shah for finally managing to stop international terrorism cold, a feat -which he claimed- his own nation has done for quite some time.

Milo even went on to cite a minor terrorist oil/gold/land-grab and a successful "defense" from minor nuclear sabre-rattling...

Milo then added, that if the Shah would like assistance in the Shah's new crusade against terrorists, to look him up some time for suggestions on how to deal with them.

At the end, Milo provided contact information (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=571927) to a multi-national counter-terrorist organization.
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Afterwards, he focused his full, undivided attention, to a rather odd situation regarding one of the alliances they were party to, and Emporrer Pudu's military buildup in Chitzeland...

He wasn't amused by the resaults of a minor skirmish that resaulted merely because both sides were unwilling to call-back their forces at the end of hosilities, thus straining a rather shallow relationship with their "faceless friends".

In spite of the new peace treaties, conditions appeared to continue escalating, resaulting in more and more "contacts" along the defense zone.

*OOC: I'm planing on making ROFLes...

OOC: I remember being part of the early stages of this but had to pull out as someone was about to invade me.

Someone willing to give me an update, I might get involved again.

Bandar-e Shapur, Parthia
Three fleets, each consisting of 212 warships set sail over the course of the day, the frenetic pace of the support crews ensuring the ships each departed like clockwork. Leading the string of vessels out of the harbor, six superdreadoughts moved out under the power of dozens of tugs each, making their way into the waters of the Parthian Gulf, dozens of ACI-73 fighter aircraft flying overhead in delta formations, more as a display of power than anything else, after all, who would attack Parthia’s Bandar-e Shapur fleet while still under Parthia’s heavy radar and fighter cover?

In the bridge of the superdreadnought Bahram Gur, Zal Nassiri spoke with Admiral Teymorian of the 2nd Parthian fleet of Bandar-e Shapur. “We must prepare for the most full scale assault undertaken in years. For too long the Parthian military has waited without task or conflict to bring it into utilization. We must impress upon those who stood against us the knowledge of the Shahdom’s full power.” The Admiral agreed, “Yes, and when the transports in Bandar-e Abbas meet up with our fleet in a few hours, we shall proceed forward with Atesh-e Dad. I have heard the Air Force has a special plan for the softening of the enemy before we arrive? A real impressive plan from what I gather, nothing like it ever done before; they had to move several thousand tanker aircraft to colonial possessions over the last few days. Says only one thing honestly, we’re going to get some firepower.” With the final statement, Marshall Nassiri went quiet, he knew that it was time for action, and the enemy would soon receive it.

Ormazd Airbase, Sistan va Balochestan Parthia

One after another, the black silhouettes stormed down the runway before turning upwards into the sky, each of the base’s five runways continuously providing the space for the next one. Every one of them was a B-9 Sariel stealth bomber, this base contained 140 of them, and they would not be the only one to provide Sariels for this strike, this would be, all knew, perhaps one of the largest strategic bomber operations in Parthian history.

As the last few Sariels took off from Ormazd Airbase’s five runways, General Mansour Khordavi thought at what he had been told, 5500 Sariels were going to be deployed for this operation, roughly 15% of Parthia’s strategic bomber force. This had to be big, really big. He knew they had to be launching a strike, but exactly where, even he did not know.

15 hours later, 500 miles west of Chitzeland

It had taken many hours, several air to air refuelings, but finally, they were approaching the end point. Commander Jamshid Shirazi was to be one of the first to launch the assault, he smiled a bit when he remembered again the name of the operation, Atesh-e Dad, fire of justice. Someone had a great sense of irony, he smiled to himself, and soon, the Chitzis would see Parthian justice, as would their allies. Parthia had split the attacking bombers into three waves. The first was spread over a wide distance and would use stealth capabilities to put in the intiative punch in this new conflict, his target, he knew, one of Automati’s radar search arrays, was just now entering his firing envelope.

He was prepared, as he thumbed the red switch that activated the launches of his preprogrammed GPS guided weapons, the bomb bays opening in a very quick maneuver before his payload of 4 cruise missiles flew out, the bomb bay closing back up and the bomber’s radar profile once again collapsing, his muffled voice giving out only the softly spoken words, “launch undertaken,” as he saw his missiles streak off towards Chitzeland, pleasantly happy at the launch. As his missiles streaked off, he saw others moving in the distance, cruise missiles, stealthy ones with low radar cross sections designed to remain hidden until it would be too late for the defending forces.

500 bombers scattered across Chitzeland’s west coast targeted 2000 cruise missiles at radar arrays, airport facilities, and numerous other air infrastructure, the start to what the Parthians had determined would be the night of hell for Chitzeland, knocking out Chitzi air power, radar, and SAM batteries across the western coast of the nation in a single, fell swoop that would push the initiative into the hands of the Parthian Imperial Airforce. As the first wave began to turn back for the long flight to Parthia the second wave of 1000 bombers moved towards the cities of Hakkan and Automati. They split into two waves of 500 bombers, each of the two waves heading for a single city, where, from just under 499 miles away, they unloaded a barrage of stand off cruise missiles; each would split into 12 semi-guided bomblets which would devastate anything with an IR signature, from passenger cars to power transformers, to even home heaters. 2000 of these weapons were in turn fired off from the waves of bombers, a total of 24,000 submunitions headed directly for each city.

As the second wave turned, the final wave began to move in, hopefully, the defenders would be unable to mount effective resistance against the 2000 strategic bombers headed for Hakkan, and the 2000 headed for Automati, packed full of fuel-air bombs and incendiaries. Two cities firebombed for one night, after all, seemed to be the perfect start to Parthia’s reentry into Chitzeland.

Um, question...

What if your aircraft came face-to-face with a few KC-130s on-station from this mission. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=14221480)

Some hours ago, 150 miles away from Chitzeland:

[snip]

This settled their questions, though it was hard for the pilots to remember seeing any of the KC-130's they refueled on so-far carry them. But then they remembered the "pony express" system they were using, trading between C-130s from many different airbases along the way, or ones that flew far ahead of the group.

Oh, right, too far away for either to notice or care about the other... for now...
Mute witness?

And what of the airbase in Herholtzer?

Oper'adural: Borka'Vaul (Operation: Ghost)


The Parthians had attacked Western Chitzeland first, or so it seemed from the Dephirians' view. Their desperation to finish this fight in the shortest amount of time had become all the more dire. With the Black Hand of NOD (BHoN) making open threats through 'disposable' satellite feeds. As Jacob Rhinstaff watched the live feed through a tapped channel of the Parthian's communications. He sat rather still, only shifting slightly as he saw the small intercontinental ballistic missile that the BHoN threatened Parthia with if they did not cease with their intentions of taking the West. Rhinestaff felt amused that only one missile was being used as a figure of an ultimatum.

In complete honesty, he told himself, Dephire is well protected from such a threat. Even if a missile of such pathetic power were to strike any city in the Dephirian mainland, there would not be anything worth being destroyed. The nukes several years ago had made sure of that. Very few Dephirians remained after the blasts, but the former capitol city (Alexandria) remained the central hub of the Dephirian Government. Alexandria was devastated when the bombs destroyed nearly 95% of all structures, and lost the rank as "Capitol City of Dephire". The new capitol was now two hundred miles south-southwest of Alexandria, named smartly as Capitol City. No one knew the true location of Capitol City, except for the Dephirians who lived there (nearly two million people). It was a very well kept secret from the world.

Now Jacob Rhinestaff stood by the window of his office. Hands folded in eachother behind his back, he looked out towards the Sea of Dephire. Ever since the bombs fell, the sea had become mainly lifeless, except for the innermost and deepest waters. There were no fishermen, in fact...there was no activity on the water. The Dephirian Naval Armada was already long gone, shipped out for the upcoming war. Furthermore, the entire military of Dephire was no longer in the mainland. It had been split equally amongst military installations in Iragia, Chitzeland, Los Mexico, and other territorial claims. Rhinestaff had been going over the figures in his brilliant mind. He wanted the Black Hand to pay for their threats. Then, he remembered Dephire's main power. Megalith. Megalith was built nearly fifty years ago as a means to store all of Dephire's nuclear arsenal in a safe, underground hive-shaped superstructure. Of course, the arsenal had been depleted slightly due to the self-termination of the Dephirian Mainland. However, there were still plenty of missiles left to be used.

Rhinestaff smiled and walked a few paces to his large marble desk, then pressed a small red button with a small white speaker.

"Yes, sir?" A female voice spoke softly through a hidden speaker.

"Have one of my techies bring me the list of all available missiles in our stock at Megalith." Jacob spoke kindly.

"Aye, sir!"

I shall order the attack on Black Hand claims in the West, he began thinking to himself, and when they do fire their lone missile...Dephire will answer with a volley of our own! Ha! Brilliant! Operation: Ghost. Perfect. Black Hand of NOD will not know that the Dephirians hold the royal flush in this game.

OOC:First, Black Hand has NO homeland whatsoever.
So that would mean you would be hitting West Chitzeland with nukes, very counterproductive.

Secondly The Black Hand are experts at underground defenses. West Chitzeland has miles of underground networks and bunkers by now from the years the Black Hand had of building.

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I'm going to assume the coast defenses didn't pick up the majority of the missiles until it was too late.

-Chitzeland-
The population barely had a minute when the missiles were finally detected. Yet even in that short time frame the Nod AA system went active, targeting whatever it could before being anniliated. When the apparent goal of the missiles was raised, a massive literal firewall lit up from the coastline, confusing several dozen of the IR missiles enough to spare a bare minium of the Black Hand's defense network. Still... All primary radars had been wiped off the map, leaving only a couple of buried Secondary ones that needed a good 15 minutes to deploy and a good 30 after that to activate.

So when the bombers crossed the coast, they were unmolested and the bombers heading toward Automati arrived with no losses.

-Automati-
The Parthian bombers proceeded with their mission. Once again Automati was destroyed. The attack was utter devstation on the surface. 90% of the city was either leveled or burned to the ground.
The population which had managed to escape to the subways and tunnels were killed when the ensuing firestorm absorbed all the oxgyen from the city. A good million perished.

-Hakkan-
Hakkan was a mere 15 minutes away but unlike Automati, Hakkan was more threatening. The city was located in a valley further inland, and what's more was protected by heavily buried Defense systems. Most were overlooked by most of Parthia's neutralizing missiles. When Automati went up in flames and the final message from the doomed city stated "bombers", the defenders prepared themselve, and a good 43 various SAM systems opened fire with around 80 missiles.

-Coastline-
A good 30 Miles north of where the bombers crossed stood an immense cliff face that had existed for centuries. Yet not long after the bombers crossed over, a part of the cliff face slid open to reveal an vault door, which hid an underground airstrip behind it. The Parthian Airforce would still face a threat, abet a weakened one.

Accensa domo proximi, tua quoque periclitatur
Governor Iakovlev looked away from the news feed from the Imperial Armed Forces Intelligence Headquarters, which was picking up the Parthian attacks and responses from various ground instillation.

Meeting the gaze of Warmaster Grigoriev, Iakovlev spoke, "So, it seems it has begun with earnest in the west,"

"Indeed," came the reply, without inflection.

"When do you intend to move?"

"We are moving already, do not worry. When the Parthian attacks proper come, we will meet them halfway."

"This is good indeed, the west has too long been a thorn in the side of the Emperor's Chitzeland, it will be good to be free of that."

"This is why we have to ensure complete Parthian victory in the coming months, for this time, the western allies may not stop at our border..."

As the exchange took place, millions of soldiers, thousands of tanks and planes, and hundreds of divisions came into their final place along the border fortifications, all awaiting that one order. Advance.

Armored divisions, both Pudite Mekhev's and the Dephirian tanks given only weeks before, were assembled. In the airfields further behind the lines, thousands of parachute infantrymen waited patiently in their barracks. In the ports along the southern coast, in Beschar and Zarzor, there were gathered whole divisions of marine infantry. Millions of mechanized soldiers and their vehicles drew the massive, country-spanning line together. When the order came, it would shake the earth of Chitzeland itself.

Whatever happened from here on would change this land irrevocably and forever...

OOC:
Black Hand, please do keep such information to yourself. If you had read, which I hope you can read, you would notice that what I had said in the IC post were from the mind of Rhinestaff. So he, not I, would have believed there to be only one missile. Also, it wouldn't be much of a claim to have no mainland, otherwise...where would you be firing your ICBMs? I seriously doubt anyone, especially PROHT, would have allowed you to place such a weapon in Chitzeland or anywhere else that was not your own.

-Somewhere underground, unknown location-
~Montauk Mobile Black Hand HQ~
"Sir, grim reports from Chitzeland." an Aide said pulling up the newest feed on the map.
"Automati leveled, Hakkan about to meet a similar fate." The blond haired man said, "Have our Air assets been deployed?"
"Most were leveled by a premptive strike but our hardened positions are still intact as well as most underground networks, but we're down to mostly VTOLs and a single squadron of F-22s, our Long range radar is down as well."
"Hold off all deployment unti the bombing is complete, then I want full engagement, the same with the remaining shore bunkers, only man them once the bombing raid is over."

Slavik walked up to the full screen map.
"And of Pudu?"
"They have mobilized, as expected."
"Pull back all positions within our lines, tell the deep force to fall back and pull it when any Pudian force crosses their position.
"Lastly," he said, "Divert the 14th Subfleet to a position 300 miles from Parthian target location Bravo.

"Yes sir."
So you want to play? Let the games begin. He thought as the map continued to list bomb impacts lining up.

OOC:
Black Hand, please do keep such information to yourself. If you had read, which I hope you can read, you would notice that what I had said in the IC post were from the mind of Rhinestaff. So he, not I, would have believed there to be only one missile.
"Which I hope you can read"?Quit being an ass,

I'm only OOCly warning because I would believe that your Intellegence agencies would more or less have rumors of such weaponry by now. Of course Rhinestaff might have not even bothered asking. Or your defense agencies are incompetant.

Also, it wouldn't be much of a claim to have no mainland, otherwise...where would you be firing your ICBMs?Wouldn't you like to know, and it's also why BH only has 40.

I seriously doubt anyone, especially PROHT, would have allowed you to place such a weapon in Chitzeland or anywhere else that was not your own.True. The only nuclear assets I have there were two FROG Launchers from the last war. (That I was going to use on Zanski) and they're Tactical Neutron bombs.

OOC:
Black Hand, please do keep such information to yourself. If you had read, which I hope you can read, you would notice that what I had said in the IC post were from the mind of Rhinestaff. So he, not I, would have believed there to be only one missile. Also, it wouldn't be much of a claim to have no mainland, otherwise...where would you be firing your ICBMs? I seriously doubt anyone, especially PROHT, would have allowed you to place such a weapon in Chitzeland or anywhere else that was not your own.
You'd be surprised at the things I let slide during R+R...

Furthermore, the entire military of Dephire was no longer in the mainland. It had been split equally amongst military installations in Iragia, Chitzeland, Los Mexico, and other territorial claims.

I shall order the attack on Black Hand claims in the West, he began thinking to himself, and when they do fire their lone missile...Dephire will answer with a volley of our own! Ha! Brilliant! Operation: Ghost. Perfect. Black Hand of NOD will not know that the Dephirians hold the royal flush in this game.
Hal-9000: I'm afraid I cannot do that Dave...
And as I said earlier, I still have forces in place to enforce just such a threat (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13663785), you also just stated you have nothing to counter with unless you like use the Megalith against your own land again.

Armored divisions, both Pudite Mekhev's and the Dephirian tanks given only weeks before, were assembled. In the airfields further behind the lines, thousands of parachute infantrymen waited patiently in their barracks. In the ports along the southern coast, in Beschar and Zarzor, there were gathered whole divisions of marine infantry. Millions of mechanized soldiers and their vehicles drew the massive, country-spanning line together. When the order came, it would shake the earth of Chitzeland itself.

Whatever happened from here on would change this land irrevocably and forever...
OOC May I call spy sats on observing these actions, especially the highlighted one?

Chitzeland:
Defensive masure on the Hurtian bufferzone were last ditch, many of the 120 divisions trained were either on-leave, or overseas, leaving a scant 20 divisions of HOI militiamen and a lone Hurtian Armored Division on-duty when the sirens came... Initially to report that bombs were falling on Shetterdan, now, to report a general assault being formed to the east. In resserve, was merely a battalion from the 106th Marines division -the Chemical, biological, and radiological warfare department- which had been spotted by militiamen on leave hauling many round cylinders and planting them into the ground...

The armor of the militia was old, and fairly outdated cast-aways of the Hurtian Army, worn HT-101 IFVs in place of tanks, multitudes of FMA-6As instead of F-4H2s and FMA-6Ds... Although it was noted that the earlier mods were better suited for combat in the northern marshlands than anything else that could be thrown at them save for a ficticious "hovertank"... Many of the ones in the southern lands had been issued liberal amounts of applaque armor bringing internal thickness to nearly 60 cm... It was feared even this amount of armor wouldn't save them. Particularily after witnessing a humiliating arial defeat not too long ago...

New Roanoke Island: Central Hurtian Intellegence Agency
Hubert Pinkrton, upon confrimation of the latest Military intellegence, had revealed Dephirian tanks in the enemy advance, they had been double crossed... He authorized plan magenta in lieu of his previous order... He then went into his office, drew a pistol, and took his own life, rather than answer the questions regarding the actions that had lead to this grievious decision...

Dephire: 109th Marine Division, strategic intellegence of army group Dephire
"Plan magenta... the immediate siezure and destruction of all Dephirian weapons of mass destuction... Ladies and Gentlemen, the shit has officially hit the fan and blew it all to hell..."

General Braddock continued his briefing for Col. Wengermarsh and Col. Roberts, of the Marine Raider and Marine armored divisions allocated to the area respetively, they could not hold this meeting n person, instead, it was held over an encrypted radio tranmission on the fabled "color status code" which was a misnomer that many believed was a line of text admiting racism within the military ranks... rather, it was a defense-condition system that transcended all numerical orders of things and would generally drive a man insane to understand...

Anyways, as narrator, lets continue listening to Braddock ramble on aboutthe mission rather than cut to the end, shall we?

"As we all know, the Dominator class cannons are no longer in service, but feared to be still operational with a bit of elbow-grease, but our biggest concern, would be the megalith and the capitol.

Roberts, your job is to find the capitol, and occupy it immediately. We do not know the precise location, but from activity we have been monitoring, and relay data with our satallites, we can give you a rough estimate of their location.

Marsh, your job, due to your unit's training with bunker-and close-quarter combat on irradiated soil, is to capture the megalith, prevent firing, and await further orders. Unlike their new capitol and/or control center, it is rather hard to move the megalith, and we knew exactly were it was because we had the opprotunity to watch it nuke its own homeland.

Our division shall be in resserve, but mostly in assistance for searching-out the capitol... However, we shall give Wengermarsh our guard battalion for long-range fire-support. Alright men, godspeed, and let him have mercy on Rhinestone's soul..."

Braddock had neglected to read article five of the plan to his men, which entailed complete decapitation of the Depherian government, and their kin, and to bring their heads to the Prime Minister as proof.
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Anyhow, quoting this from a week ago... (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/member.php?u=792209)
Dear Rhinestaff, sir

I write to inform you, that under the authority of our Ministry of Foriegn Affairs, a state of war now exists between us.

We shall provide 24 hours for any Depherians inside our country to leave, after which we offer no safegaurds for their safety.
You are also encouraged, strongly so, to remove your citizens from Chitzi lands leased to your military for the defense of Chitzeland's entirety, as you no longer seem concerned for them as such.
This is done in a show of goodwill that such courtesy may be reciprocated, allowing our citizens in your country and its territories to remove themselves from harm's way as well.

Steve Barnes
Former Hurtian/ADAN Liason
BTW, this is with gloves still on...

The fifteen thousand Dephirian Tanks that were in storage had been fueled and shipped out. Seven thousand five hundred of these were shipped to the Pudite forces as a "wedding gift" to Emperor Pudu.

Hm?

Despite calls for an invasion from Zanski's 12 Million-strong Chitze refugee population (800,000 of which form the 'Chitze Corps', founded for this purpose), Zanski is not planning on joining in on this conflict.

Despite calls for an invasion from Zanski's 12 Million-strong Chitze refugee population (800,000 of which form the 'Chitze Corps', founded for this purpose), Zanski is not planning on joining in on this conflict.
-Secret IC from somewhere inside Chitzeland-
What would you do if we agreed to hand over Dephire's claim?

-Secret IC to Hurtian forces in West Chitzeland-
If Pudian forces begin an invasion you are advised to move at least 20 kilometers from their border wall as well as evacuate Providence.

Above Hakken
The limited numbers of SAMs were of minimal effect on the wave of bombers coming above, their radar signatures already were minimal, and a missile impact was often what could be called a golden bullet, a tiny, low chance shot which formed the exception rather than the rule. Some, lit up by missile guidance systems, fired off chaff and flares designed to confuse the incoming SAMs, especially effective with stealth aircraft given the much larger radar signature possessed by chaff, yet, even still, four Sariels were destroyed, mostly due to the sheer volume of aircraft than anything else.

Nonetheless, they would continue, Hakken would be leveled, and as the lead aircraft moved on their final intercept vector, the bomb bays opened, and soon, the first explosives would fall upon the city. Those who stood underneath would be cremated in their own homes by the fire of justice.

750 miles West of Chitzeland

The Savadkouh, one of Parthia’s ballistic missile submarines, waited patiently far off the Chitzi coast, 25 miles in each direction, 14 other submarines waited patiently, armed to the teeth with a combination of submarine launched ballistic missiles. Capitain Masoud Golpayegan, ten year veteran of Parthia’s submarine force waited nervously, once the missiles were fired, their position would be given away, and necessitating a quick evacuation and scattering to get out of the area before air assets could be used to hunt the Parthian submarines.

As the time reached 12:00 AM, the submarine prepared its launch, already, in the distance, he could hear missile tubes firing through the sonar readout, 360 SLBMs loaded with high explosive warheads were to be unloaded tonight, targeting power plants across unoccupied Chitzeland, enough, hopefully, to create a bit of chaos for further strikes against the Chitzi population, knocking out the power to cities across the country.

As the Savadkouh’s missiles broke the surface and were lost to sonar, the crew knew, ten minutes to impact, and the time was ripe to begin the escape, 25 knots to the west for 15 minutes, followed by a slow crawl at a silent 5 knots further out. As long as the planes were more than 15 minutes out, the Savadkouh would be able to cavitate without making it immediately visible.

Abayan-e Ahan, Parthian Space Command Center, Alborz Mountains
The Parthian Space Command Center, Abayan-e Ahan, located underneath the Alborz Mountains, was alive with activity. Satellites passing over Chitzeland had shown the results of the handiwork, burned areas of Automati testament to the power of firebombing, still seeing the flames from the attack leap into the air in firestorms.

While they had not seen the well concealed Nod bunkers, they had noticed, in their flyover, other targets of interest, plotting them for future strikes and sending a report forward to military command in Persepolis, everything along their targeted path, soon, they would all be reduced to ash with the updates of information the satellites would provide.

The Parthian fleet was still days away, but that would not stop the Shahdom from continuing operations, after all.

-Secret IC to Hurtian forces in West Chitzeland-
If Pudian forces begin an invasion you are advised to move at least 20 kilometers from their border wall as well as evacuate Providence.

Reply:
We have already begun final preparations, we shall stall the Pudites in Providence as long as possable while attempting to minimise our own losses.

Hopefully this shall buy our forces sufficient time to call-up resserves.

Enter: Marcus Gable (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12396735)
AKA: Return of the maternal copulating hard-ass...
Too bad Pinkerton died, eh Deph? (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11597174)

OOC: I may add additional IC, but it pretty much would be to the same effect as the above pus noting a cold-war Berlin-esque defense procedure and evacuation via the subway/tubes. Maybe a bit on how Pinkerton's death was handled and where Gable has been hiding for 10+ years... In the meantime, I'm watching a foot of snow fal on my driveway, and it needs to get cleared off by 0400 hrs...

If you really need those sorts of details, I can have tehm up as early as tomorrow.
In the meantime, m'sleepy, my english not so good write under cicumstances such...

Pelsgord-Ort highway
Marcus Gable Unit 4.
The farthest extent of the Hurtian advance on Ort.
Led by Marcus Gable himself, having run out of grenades (again), he donned the ever familiar wine bottles filled with various liquids, and was immediately recognized by his men. Sadly, being at the very front without the subordinates knowledge isn't always a good thing. But then again, who else is better qualified to be the first man to march into Ort.

-Hakkan-
While the missiles failed to put a dent into the Parthian bombers, it had the added effect of dentifying their location and speed course. More luckily for one man, it revealed how packed together they were.
No evasion possible. The man known as Vasa Kingler was put in charge of what mostly a propraganda defense system of 200 Various AA Artillery.
Mostly made up of the Classic German 105mm Flak 38s, they were rounded out with a couple of 4.5 inch guns and 4 Kraven Corp 150mm Guns.

So as the Planes began their bombing run they came under a barrage of Shellfire. Still, despite the fact that the bombers, couldn't evade andthat their bombay doors were open to whatever could fly in, began to drop their bombs, while less effective than at Automati (As it is harder to aim when you are being suppressed by Flak guns) the bombing was still very effective and a firestorm as already begun forming in the western end of the town and spreading east at a rapid pace. As the bombers began to finish their run, It appeared that despite all the effort, Hakkan would face a similar fate as Automati.


-Nod Coastal Patrol group-
{8 Akula Class Subs}
~300 miles west of Merod~
Since the first attack was reported in the group had opened constant contact with Naval command, so when Satellites reported launches a good 480 miles southwest of their position they were ready to change course.

(Sub patrol groups keeps a 300 mile range patrol off the west coast another keeps a watch on the southern coast)

-Secret Airstrip-
Enemy Bomber force has completed their objective and will soon be over your area, prepare to deploy all fighters.

Before Pudu posts... Instant Berlin wall!!! (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=1912&st=15)

Snow has eased-up, so now for me to detail my actions with flavor...
I'm dropping a to of old-names, if yo get lost, forum-search them...

The Khornate Tribes:
Marcus Gable wasn't pleased, things had hit the fan in Chitzeland, and now HOI wanted him back...

"For fuck's sake, it's been ten years! Couldn't they find someone younger?"

One of his aides, affectionately known as "Hans" within some circles, replied sheepishly:
"Well, ya'see, sir. They don't necissarilly want you as their field commander... They're trying to promote you..."

"To what?! Wasn't giving me my own army-group to play with without any government oversight enough for them?"

"Sir, Pinkerton is dead, they're considering you as a potention successor..."

Gable's face gaped... He had known Pinkerton for some time...
"How did he die?"

"That doesn't matter..."

"How the fuck did he die!?"

"He shot himself..."

"Good lord... I suppose they'll want me to place you in charge of things over here?"

"No sir, they are sending your replacement here as we speak, as per confidentiality, we are only allowed to reffer to him as 'the director' for now..."

"I suppose he'll be coming with a fresh shipment of light-assault-shotguns to replace our worn prototypes?"

"Of course."

"Good, tell Snake he's in charge until relieved by the director, then arrange for my transportation to Herholtzer air-force base. Don't forget the new uniforms".

Gable unholstered his Assault pistol, and examined the marred serial number...
"You know, only fourty of these particular guns were made, and now there are only a small handfull people still alive who still use them..."

"Who are the others?"

"Need to know info only, and trust me, even if you needed to know, you wouldn't want to. Just remember that Spectre Six doesn't like loose ends..."

Hans was puzzled...

Providence:
All civillian had made their way to live in or evacuate via the tunnels towards the rear, strict curfew was to be enforced topside, incoming trains brought forth soldiers, landmines, and munitions in order to turn the city into a fortess.

Once these fortifications were completed, each of the ten divisions would leave behind a battalion in order to act as a reargaurd, while the remainder would march upon the training camps and artillery positions siezed by the Dephirian government in the north.

Pelsgord:
Pedro W. Mendez sat at his desk, having just been informed of Pinkerton's death, and decided to inform "Mr White" of his passing, and that until further notice, he would act as the foriegn corrispondent between the Hurtians and Pudites, as well as inviting him to attend Pinkerton's burial, out of respect.

He looked upon a trio of Hurtian assault-pistols upon his desk...

He would be boarding a plane bound for New Roanoke Island soon... As it had been deemed unsafe for a man in his condition to remain so near the front-lines.

New Roanoke Island:
Col. Igor Ransky, of the 1st Hurtian Royal Marine Raider Division, Battalion Charlie-four was preparing for a trip to Providence. Only his battalion was being sent...

Among the tools he decided to pack, was an archaic Assault-pistol, this was going to be an air-drop, and in spite of glowing reports for the LAR-655, he himself wasn't impressed.

As he boarded the C-17, he passed by an older man, also boarding a plane.

"Ah, Major, we haven't seen you for quite awhile"

"Please, don't be so informally rude, call me Director Major...."

They shook hands, smiled, and departed.

I hate loose ends... And yes, this post is intentionally cryptic, you can ask Blackhelm why.

-Secret IC from somewhere inside Chitzeland-
What would you do if we agreed to hand over Dephire's claim?

-Secret IC to Hurtian forces in West Chitzeland-
If Pudian forces begin an invasion you are advised to move at least 20 kilometers from their border wall as well as evacuate Providence.

If you ceded Dephire's claim to us then we would happily create a new autonomous national homeland for our Chitze population, and would fight alongside your forces in return.

Above Hakken
The Sariel bombers stood little chance of returning casualty free from this bombing raid, with the bomber pilots watching as shells tore through the nighttime skies, occasionally exploding in a great sheet of flame as a lucky one struck a Parthian bomber, sending black silhouettes covered in flame streaking downwards to the ground. Already, the pilots knew 65, perhaps more of the exceptionally costly bombers had been destroyed by AA battery fire, but, they neared the completion of the mission, and now, with their bombs dropped, they turned for home, the aircraft executing rapid, descending turns towards the south-southeast, and north-northwest.

How many were gone, none fully knew, but equally, none of them realized their flight back to Parthia would put them very close to Nod’s expertly hidden airfield and the further threat of Nod attack. Far from it, after their ordeal flying over the city of Hakken, they expected a leisurely flight back to their airbases, marked only by air to air refueling and perhaps a stopover in one of Parthia’s airbases, if necessary.

In effect, the planes were at their most vulnerable, assuming Nod could locate them.

Parthian Expeditionary Fleet- 800 Miles West of Meord

“It is time Admiral. Give the order for the fleets to divide.” Marshall Zal Nassiri spoke quietly, looking out at the expanse of sea from his chair on the bridge, marked only by the myriad grey vessels of the Parthian armada.

Admiral Teymorian nodded, motioning to the Communications Officer who called the order down to the radio room. Within a few minutes, the helm shifted the superdreadnought to the southeast, while other vessels turned on different bearings to move towards the disembarkation points already selected in the planning phases of the operation.

Within an hour, the fleets had separated, box formations of cruisers, destroyers, and frigates holding perimeter around transports, superdreadnoughts and carriers. Toward the front of each of the three fleets, fans of attack submarines stalked silently, providing cover from sub attack, while the box around the Parthian fleet provided further ASW coverage.

In the skies above, Parthian ACI-73 fighters streaked over the fleet, with AWACS aircraft orbiting over the fleet to provide advance warning of enemy attack. The Parthians had no intention of being caught unprepared in the case of enemy surprise attacks, after all.

New Louisianna

"..and so we go to war against the Chitzi people and the Black Hand. For what? Orders from Rhinestaff? How is that man in charge of Dephire when there is no Dephire to govern? I see no power behind this man." The Governor of New Louisianna lectured to his council, "Let us be honest, there is no power left in Dephire strong enough to aid and assist us. We are our own entity. Nearly a quarter of the entire Dephirian Armed Forces are under our control. Let us use them to our advantage."

"Governor Izelhaugh, are you putting forth the idea of a possible cecession from the Dephirian Mainland?"

"Yes, I am," the governor paused as excited murmurs went about the council, "It has been in the works for several years! The wall, the defences we have set up, even the nuclear arsenal we have put into place beneath our feet. With Dephire a long distant memory, we must step up to the plate and declare our independence from scum! If successful, I will then ask for elections to be held for a president!"

"Elections?! Dephire has never had 'true' elections in over three hundred years!"

"Exactly! For once the people will have a choice in who governs them. There will be no more struggles for power, nor civil war. Let New Louisiana be a role model to all other territories held by the destroyed mainland. We, as an independent nation, will protect others who decide to break away!"

"Tell me, Governor, what will are part be in this current war?"

"As far as I see it, we should remain neutral. Both of the major combatants are allies of Dephire and as such..."

"Ha! They are allies of Dephire, Governor. With that said, you still will hold some connection to our motherland!"

"Why should our relationships be any different?" The Governor and the arguing Councilor looked towards a third man, "Why must we choose to be friend or foe of anyone?"

"At least someone agrees with me, thank you Councilor Griggorvach," the addressed councilor nodded at the comment, "With that said, who believes in this cecession?"

The governor smiled as he looked over the vote, eight to one. Later that evening, that one vote against would be scratched from record and the man behind the vote would suffer a suprising and tragic accident.

Jason Ortegaz listened closely to the entire debate. After the Dephirian Holocaust, as some saw the nuclear tragedy as being, Ortegaz left Dephirian politics and life in the newsroom and picked up a weapon. He was now the head of his own private tactical warfare organization. He arched over slightly and spoke into his mouthpiece, "Jen. Gather the team. We need to take out the Megalith's control tower before Rhinestaff gets wind of what has gone down here in Chitzeland. If we are too late, he might just sink New Louisiana."

"Aye, Sir! Will you be home for dinner?"

Jason smiled as he walked into the shadows, "I might be a bit late."

Jennifer "Jen" Verraz was Jason's tactical advisor, and his girlfriend.

En route to Chitzi Firebase 3 HQ: Inside "New Louisiana" territory, Chitzeland:
Early morning:
The 121st Armored division was fast approaching a newly erected roadblock, HT-106 heavy tanks screached to a halt on the wet asphalt.

It was foggy, raining, hot, humid, and more or less uncomfortable as hell with mosquitoes...

Lt. John 'Slam' Bradley hopped out from the lead 'tank', -which most militaries would instead consider a modified APC- and approached the gaurds, they better have a damn good reason for the delay...

The Megalith, Dephire Mainland:
Night assault:
Col. Wengermarsh's men had finally reached the Megalith, having hitched a ride from the Hurtian Armor being sent to the new capitol for most of the trip from Jakal.

Having dismounted, they prepared to advance, all guns where loaded and cocked, all fairly new LAR-655 assault-rifles, almost built specificly for bunker-assaults in harsh climates.

The "heavy assault group" would move-out first, after donning heavy combat armor reminiscent of that worn by medival knights, though with much improved capabilities such as a being NBC enviroment and NIJ level IV rated...

On top of this, they shot themsleves up with adrenalin and warmed-up their advanced IIR optical mounts... anything living inside was going to show up like a christmas tree...

These "advanced" troops would be followed and protected by less encoumbered marines, who would use the suited troops as living tactical-shields...

After scoping out the situation, Wengermarsh gave the order to advance.

120 Miles West of Meord

The operation in the south had, so far, been quite successful, over a million Chitzis burned in Automati, hundreds of thousands dead in Hakken. Of course, those were just targets for the sake of being targets; this raid was different, smaller, concentrated on destroying the city in a manner precise by Parthian standards.

Meord was, to the Shahdom, an unfortunate potential resistance center with a very nice port, which the military had determined was needed for purposes of the campaign in Chitzeland. This was fortunate and unfortunate; fortunate because the Shahdom would not firebomb it for fear of destroying the port facilities, but unfortunate, since it made them a target for attack. That, however, was no guarantee against widespread carpetbombing.

180 Sariel bombers, loaded with a combination of cluster munitions and conventional bombs moved through the night skies towards the city of Meord, using GPS to guide them to their targets. Target, however, was not an entirely accurate word in this case; rather, the goal of the mission was essentially a large, arbitrary box, drawn from 300 meters from the coast to the city outskirts, where it was expected the combined munitions would fall, and devastating structures across the city, perhaps even clogging up highways leading inland with columns of Chitzi refugees.

Of course, the Parthian Imperial Airforce was never contented to simply blast buildings, nor was the military as a whole content with merely destroying the Chitzi targets, this needed to break morale as well, and for that purpose, 1/8th of the tonnage carried by the bombers was to consist of clusterbombs prepared for this event, they would not explode upon being dropped, but rather, were divided half and half between two different triggering mechanisms. The first would detonate at various intervals, designed mostly to hamper rescue crews efforts to fight fires or save those trapped in the rubble of buildings. The second were designed to explode upon secondary contact, such as an individual attempting to pick up a bomblet. In an especially cruel move, the bomblets designed to explode on secondary contact were painted in bright colors, designed to attract the attention of passerby unfamiliar with cluster munitions, especially children.

With luck, the cluster munitions scattered across the city like landmines would ‘encourage’ civilians to leave before the Parthian fleet arrived.

Within 3 hours of the carpet-bombing of Meord, HOI stepped-in, it was now clear what the Parthians wished to do, and rather than do what the shah expected, and clog the roads with military supplies and refugees, he'd subvert it, by air.

The Chitzi-sponsored air-force was composed heavily of obsolete yet-functioning Hutrian airframes from the civil-war, supported by a few of the "newer" high-performance F-4 Phantoms.

Considering the level of militarization throughout the country due to the civil war, fear of a child's unfamiiarity with guns and sub-munitions was minimal. So, the fastest solution was simply to arm the people, give a few leaflets telling them to stay and fight or die, and reminding them how to survive genocidal aggression, and then drop a few Chitzi light-infantry into the city to make sure people listened.

The Parthians had an easy and nearly uncontested landing last time*, this time, they shall be met with an entrenched infantry division with a grudge.

However, this action reduced the number of divisions available to resist and assist operations in Providence down to 18... As HOI was getting frantic to recall/mobilize the other 50+ divisions...

*Except for a dozen shells and a pair of aircraft, yeah, you landed unopposed in Ort...
As for where the planes/soldiers are from, I landed meself in Herholtzer, set up my first HOI base there**, do math.

**Oh shiznit... I built a firebase there too... This'll be fun.

Now for OOC nostalgia to confuse everyone...
Then consider either Yuri and/or Alexander dead by the end of the next day.
(depeding on who I order to kill)

I'll be taking advantage of the fact that I entered this conflict before I joined GASN and ADAN right now... (just a very close affiliate [due to a minor disagreement in Vietnamexico when I signed up])

The embassies I made during Major Major's riegn of terror are actually wartime fail-safes...

It'll make good practice, since I've also a similar embassy in Blackhelm...

Persepolis Command Center, Parthia

"Shahanshah, via satellite intelligence it seems that our efforts to make Meord a bit more vacant have failed. The Chitzis are staying, even though the city is quite ruined. Refugee columns have failed to appear for the next phase of the operation, nor is it evident the damage is sufficent to make the city indefensible"

The Shah nodded, "Perhaps we underestimate the resolve of the civilian population of this nation, though I don't think this is overly much of a problem. After all, we planned for this contingency, yes General Yazdi?"

Air Force General Bijan Yazdi cleared his throat as the Shah gave him a stare of disapproval, though Shah Khosru personally was not a truly imposing man, the stature of his office was more than enough to make Parthian commanders who had stared death in the face afraid.

"Of course, we'll destroy the country's water infrastructure. Pumps, treatment plants, resevoirs, dams. Everything which provides drinking water to them will be annhilated as soon as we have the assets avalible to do so. Though, if you would allow us, we could 'fumigate' the Chitzis out of Meord, perhaps some of the new agents would do well in that job."

The Shah's stare of disapproval turned to a glare, "General, if you find yourself insufficently competent to dislodge some peons without the use of chemical weapons, I think you should find a job elsewhere. You have my approval to cut their water. Do it when the chance is given. Equally, use the city cleaning devices en masse when we land, see how well they perform in urban combat."

General Yazdi swallowed hard, "Yes Majesty, all shall be done as is expected, please allow me to take my leave so preparations can be made."

Parthian 1st Expeditionary Fleet, 730 Miles from Meord

"Admiral! We have recieved targetting coordinates, orders are to destroy Meord's water supply." The bridge radio operator said with a bit of tension in his voice. Admiral Teymorian knew the operator was inexperienced, green, unused to actual combat, nonetheless, as long as he held up under pressure... "To fighting stations, order cruise missile launches on provided coordinates, GPS guided."

Within a minute, the first smoke trail lifted off in the distance as the cruiser IPS Farohar unleashed a single cruise missile, the pinpoint of light streaking into the sky, then back towards the water, leaving a faint trail of gray smoke as it disappeared over the horizon. Soon enough, others joined it, fired from other vessels, each point of light streaking into the sky, targetted upon a water pump, purification plants, even resevoirs. After 20 flashes from missile launches, the Admiral lost count, but he knew the final results. 80 cruise missiles were targetted upon Meord's water infrastructure.

He knew though, in the back of his mind that it was no guarantee the citizens would be left totally without water... "though it certainly doesn't mean that it won't make their lives a bit more difficult," he thought aloud.

OOC: ROFL, you just fired missile @ New Louisiana!
And Deph, think New Orleans when the dikes failed during Katrina...

Or did you limit youself to missiling Meord's de-salinization-plants?

OOC: All water facility strikes are limited to Meord's water plants, though if all that Meord has to supply water are a few desalination plants, I'd also target the water facilities for Porteleslad. New Louisiana and East Chitzeland are not going to be targetted.

OOC: All water facility strikes are limited to Meord's water plants, though if all that Meord has to supply water are a few desalination plants, I'd also target the water facilities for Porteleslad. New Louisiana and East Chitzeland are not going to be targetted.
Okie-Dokie, it'll just cause me the minor inconvienence of patching some tubes and asking Dephire nicely for him to ship his fresh-water surplus then...

I'd like BHoN to respond to this first though (Meord is still kinda his territory, so it up to him whether or not to evac)... Along with deciding whether his fighters found your bombers.

Okie-Dokie, it'll just cause me the minor inconvienence of patching some tubes and asking Dephire nicely for him to ship his fresh-water surplus then...

I'd like BHoN to respond to this first though (Meord is still kinda his territory, so it up to him whether or not to evac)... Along with deciding whether his fighters found your bombers. OOC: Actually it's Ustia's but he's not in this one it falls to one of us. But if I was RPing it I would more or less do the same thing as well.

-Hakken Air Defense grid-
"Well mission acomplished," Vasa Kingler said before looking over the flaming city below, "Well in a way..." Pausing he turned to the communications officer next to him. "Ring up tactical command, tell them the bombers are taking vector 290 at cruising speed." he spoke before picking up some items at his feet. "Then what?" "Pack your bags and pack everything up if you can, We're pulling back to Meffuhl.

-Shoreline Air Bunker-
The Airbase had already gone active a mere 15 minutes before where a group of 8 Prowlers were launched towards where another swarm of Sub Launched Cruise missiles had appeared. But it was the message from Hakkan that caused everyone to wake up.

"ATTENTION ALL FIGHTERS PREPARE FOR TAKEOFF, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, ENEMY BOMBERS WITHIN RANGE ETA 15 MINUTES"

Right by the hanger door the Flight leader was giving a last minute update.
"Alright people, those Bastards have wiped Automati and Hakkan off the map, so let's return the favor to those SOBs."
"Vengence!" Came a shout from somewhere in the back.
"Yes, we will avenge our fallen brothers and make the enemy know true suffering, now move it!"

Like they had constantly drilled in the past each pilot went to their plane and took a line up on the two runways. It took several long months of practice before they were able to navigate their plane to the underground Airstrip.
It took months more of VR traiing before they could sucessfully be trusted to fly out from said Airfield.

But all in all the training was sucessful leaving a good fighting group of 25 F-22s and 15 Modified MIG-25s.

The former a partial steath Air superority, the latter an upgraded interceptor with a radar that could break through almost any countermeasure.

The MIG-25s were to be held inside and launched once the bombers went over the airfield. The F-22s meanwhile began a quick scouting mission to locate the enemy.

Zanski wishes to turn over a new leaf in Chitzeland, particuarly with BHON and PROHT, whom we swear allegiance to. Our Chitze refugee population has been itching to return to what Dephire calls 'New Louisiana'.
We have assebled Five million of them to create the Chitze Liberation Army, probably the only army assembled wholly of Chitzes, and managed by Chitzes.
800,000 of them are heading for Herholtzer, where we hope PROHT will let us land and from there we will attack Dephirian positions and maybe send in the ZAF to deal with them. And we hereby declare the Chitzeland Democratic People's Republic.

Meord:
Living conditions had gone from "mild and quite lethal nuisance" to "fecking ridiculous" as all readily available potable water resserves were being exausted, plus there were wounded, mostly newfaggy civvies and tourists unaccustomed to what a vetran means when reffering to "The Parthian menace", they had to be removed, otherwise they'd just be more lambs to the slaughter...

Casaulties upon the population had been minimal thus-far, though infrastructure had hit pretty much stone-age 'fend for yourself' lifestyles, which would take a heavy toll on the temporarily disabled.

The Chitzi-airborne, deciding not to sacrifice the whole city, had decided to go about "rallying the troops" and sending those unable to fight due to their age or injuries to find shelter elsewhere. A medical triage had been set-up in the subway tunnels, while weapons-caches and fighting positions were created in the sewers, rat-holes were made and camoflaged to facilitate rapid ambushes, and the ruins were searched and surveyed by undesireables from the local prison-yard in exchange for their records wiped clean, allowing them a proper burial in the event of their death*.

*Being imprisoned brands convicts as "non-human", thus losing quite a few rights, usually resaulting in a form of slavery at the local pizzia parlor. It sucks even more if you weren't "human" to begin with... Then you get euthanized... This is quite legal, even in the WA.

Meanwhile, a relatively small chain of refugees begrudgingly streamed out of the city, many of their possessions had been either destroyed or siezed, and were left behind, usually along with a few family members and 'pets'. A battalion of hurtian armor steamed south from Herholtzer.

======

As for Zanski, sure, go nuts, Dephire's kinda AFK for like, the month, though.

Extrarius Res Defero
Urbi et orbi
To: The Plutocratic Shahdom of The Parthians
From: Mr. White, foreign affairs office, Dominion of Emperor Pudu XLII

The Dominion bids good tidings from our Emperor to the King of Kings, and hopes now to find him in good health. Indeed, it has been long since our Emperor has had word of the Shahdom, and hopes to find all of it's good and noble people today in good spirit.

Of late, however, the Shahdom could not have remained under the Pudite radar; concerning specifically the Shah's recent campaign in what was once Chitzeland. It is on this matter that the Emperor and his Dominion would like to speak, as follows.

The primary and most important element of this communication is the extending of a complete Pudite endorsement of the actions your government has taken, and the offer of direct nonmilitary aid in the furtherance of any campaign against the Chitze people and their friends, who are a constant and determined thorn in the side of the Emperor's colony on the peninsula. In this matter, Pudite air and naval facilities are opened to and welcome Parthian ships and aircraft, and men and equipment, if such a situation arises when another safe-haven is unavailable. The Emperor wishes it known that he despises the continuance of the Chitze people as an independent entity as wholly as does the Shah, and will do whatever it takes to rid the world of them forever more.

Secondly, the Dominion would like to clarify to the Shahdom our position regarding these former Chitze nationals. Specifically, the Dominion recognizes no government in western former-Chitzeland currently, and therefore it is an open place of anarchy and chaos. Should a Parthian effort come to bring stability, it would be regarded most welcomely by the Emperor's government here, as was made clear in our earlier offer of aid.

Thirdly, the Emperor thinks it prudent to make the Shah aware of a Pudite intention regarding western Chitzeland, and that is to bring about a complete annihilation of it's people and spirit. Therefore, when begins a Parthian invasion of western Chitzeland, or failing one, the Dominion will engage in her own campaign of occupation of these chaotic and leaderless lands. Should the Shahdom be engaged in a similar campaign of occupation at the time, all lands beyond the current Pudite border would be turned over to the Parthian government upon completion of the campaign.

As stated, the Pudite interest is in a safe and stable western neighbor. The Emperor believes that a permanent Parthian colony would provide such security. Should the Shahdom be uninterested in such a holding, the Dominion would simply annex to itself the remainder of the peninsula. Either option is desirable, although the latter would take considerably higher resources, and so the former is preferred.

The Emperor, even should the Shah find all of this uninteresting, at the very least wishes the Shahdom the best of luck in their most recent Chitze endeavor.

Good day,
Mr. White

Zanski wishes to turn over a new leaf in Chitzeland, particuarly with BHON and PROHT, whom we swear allegiance to. Our Chitze refugee population has been itching to return to what Dephire calls 'New Louisiana'.
We have assebled Five million of them to create the Chitze Liberation Army, probably the only army assembled wholly of Chitzes, and managed by Chitzes.
800,000 of them are heading for Herholtzer, where we hope PROHT will let us land and from there we will attack Dephirian positions and maybe send in the ZAF to deal with them. And we hereby declare the Chitzeland Democratic People's Republic.

NRI Industries concurs and supports your intention and declares the Chtizeland Democratic People's Republic the Legitimate holders of the land known as "New Louisiana."

-Merod-
The Nod followers and the small group of offical Black Hand officials located in the city took the whole thing in stride. They were held up in a small apartment complex listed as one of their worker barracks. Despite that they were equipped to deal with seiges the amount of destruction was finally getting to them. Finally deciding that the best way to get people out of the place would be to enlarge the subway tunnels out of the city enough so that Refugees could simply sneak out that way. A second group got together and equipped themselves to start clearing out any Parthian cluster mines.

So while one group headed for the Subway system, another group began blowing up bomblets with Flamethrowers.

-Nod Logistics Command Center, Meffuhl-
The computer placed an intercpeted message onto th e"To Decode" list.

Outside of Hakken, Approaching the Chitzi Coast

The B-9s were, as the Nod planes searching for them, stealth bombers, and as such, were flying without radar which would negate the entire purpose of their design. Far from searching actively for enemy planes, they simply flew against the night skies, their black paint and slow flying speed, with the lack of associated visible exhaust doing much to help prevent visual sighting.

Unlike on the approach, where the bombers had clustered together for the express purpose of clustering their firebombs together to create firestorms, they now had spread out across the coast, a large collection stretching out over miles, scattered, yet so numerous that they were inevitably, going to, though luck or some other mechanism, going to be spotted.

It was, with this, that the central part of the swarm of bombers began to pass over the area patrolled by Nod F-22s. None were aware that they would be met by Nod aircraft, most expected the first waves had dealt with any air power, and thus, approached perhaps the most dangerous time with a sense of complacency, the coast, after all, was already coming into view, and there, with the Parthian navy inbound, it was doubtful that any threat would pursue them.



Secret IC:

Official Statement to Mr. White from the Foreign Affairs Office of the Parthian Shahdom

His Majesty the Shah has, of course, already come to agreement with the proposal laid out by your government regarding the current situation in Chitzeland. It has, rather than been secured by a nation capable of maintaining order, turned into a state of hardly controllable anarchy headed by varying terrorist and terrorist supporting groups.

We fundamentally agree in the notion of breaking the will of the Chitzi people, as they have amply proven through their inability to control their own affairs in the section of your nation left unoccupied by your nation or the Dephirians, rather, serving as a base whereby revolution and evil can be spread to the world through their own inabilities, proving, to all civilized nations that they are unworthy of maintaining an independent existence in any meaningful way and must therefore, be utterly broken in will and spirit for the sake of the security of the world.

We are, therefore, set in similar interests, and as such, are grateful and most accepting of your government’s offer. Finally, perhaps, the scum that inhabit Chitzeland will be brought to account for their inabilities and failure to succeed as a nation.

-Foreign Minister, Lord Sassan Savadkouhi



Also Secret IC
Military Command Center, Persepolis, Parthia

“It appears that they have decided to stay and fight, given our satellite intelligence on the matter, they intend to hold Meord, even corralling the people to remain for the most part.” The Shah nodded, “Then our operation has failed?”

Marshall Nassiri smiled, “No Shahanshah, it must merely be changed. Perhaps Your Majesty considered the potential of massive scale bombing? I believe we can ruin every single coastal city in one night, we have, after all, the resources to destroy them, therefore, why not do so? The destruction of Hakken and Automati in the same night has already encouraged the Black Hand to concentrate inland in Meord, perhaps the destruction or ruination of the rest of the coastal cities of Chitzeland will perform a similar effect on HOI and Chitzi forces. Though first, something else must be attended to.”

The Shah raised an eyebrow, “The Zanski? Please inform me of your desires Marshall, I’m up for something different.”

Marshall Nassiri nodded, “We hit them before they land. Two Parthian fleets can be deployed and then, together, will intercept the Zanski fleets en route to Chitzeland carrying their 800,000 soldiers. If all goes well, we can send their entire expeditionary force to the bottom, crushing their plans in one fell swoop.”

The old Marshall paused, “The added bonus, or more particularly, the primary reason for the application of two new fleets is the fact we can use them to close the other two ports we’re not expected to either take or destroy in the course of land invasions, Herholtzer and Ort can be closed off, if necessary, we can bombard the cities into dust from the coast, to add to the general campaign of destruction undertaken by our carpet bombing operations against the other cities.”

The Shah lit up a cigarette as he listened intently, “Do you want to bomb the rest of the cities? In the manner of Meord, of course.”

Marshall Nassiri nodded, “We need to soften up the entire coast before Parthian armies land, while also keeping our options open insofar as choosing the primary axis of attack. I suggest finishing the job with the Central-Eastern cities as soon as possible, box bombing Porteleslad, Ygh, and Kayzarr, while also destroying their water infrastructure. Unlike other operations, however, we also need to use a fair number of GPS guided bombs to devastate any building deemed overly fortifiable, along with hospitals. It will be some time before this operation can be undertaken, however, and as such, it might be advisable to continue as is planned. We do, after all, know how to clean out a city if need arises.”

The Shah smiled, “You’re not even referring to gas Marshall, are you? As tempting as it would be to spread some of the new experimental agents over the Chitzi cities, I don’t want to provoke them to use tactical nuclear weapons.”

The Marshall spoke simply, “Not at all. It’s quite usable, and will be used to great effect.”

The Shah nodded in agreement, “Very well then. Deploy the fleets. And prepare for the peak of strategic bombing, the Chitzis will never see what hit them, and most won't be around to realize who hit them either.”

-Above the west coastline-
Most of the planes had been flying at a slow sppeed to prevent detection and to aid in detecting the stealthed bombers. But it was 5 miles south of the Airbase when the first Nod Fighter detected the bomber wave.

The report was sent in from Lt. Vistok 2nd in command of the Viper Squadron, which was one of the two on patrol.

Viper 2: This is Viper 2, I have detected several bandits heading West at 300. Request premission to engage.
Viper 1: I have confirmation of several more Bandits.
Viper 3: Same here.
Viper 4: Confirmed here as well.
HQ: Cleared for engagement, pick your targets carefully we don't want a furball.
Viper 2: Roger that HQ, going after first of 3 targets.
Viper 2: Target 1 Padlocked, engaging.

Viper 2 started the carnage by raking the first bomber with cannon fire.
Viper 1 mirrored the attack from the other end of the group. With the bombers identified the remaining Fighters swarmed in from both sides to start picking off the flanks.
-Hanger base-
#Bomber wing overhead Valiant Squadron Alert 5.#

A verbis ad verbera
Warmaster Fedor Grigoriev sat comfortably in his office at the center of the Pudite compound in Dessledor, and when the messenger was announced, he did not shift to address the young lieutenant.

The man entered the room, coming to a quick stop about six feet from the Warmaster, snapping to attention and throwing a salute, an action which involved clasping the right hand to the heart in the form of a fist. The Warmaster nodded, for it was no longer required for him to salute out of protocol, it was merely a term of respect now.

With Fedor's nod, the lieutenant began to speak, "Sir, the Foreign Affairs Office has received a response from the Parthians," the man stepped forward, hand extended bearing a copy of the communication, which the Warmaster gestured to have set on his desk.

Without bothering to read or even pick up the note, Warmaster Grigoriev offered his question, "Was the reply affirmative?"

"Sir, indeed, the Parthian reply was in the affirmative."

"Then carry my reply thusly; all border forces are to begin the first phase of engagement immediately."

"Sir, I will carry the reply, sir."

"Good, see that you do..."

The messenger left, and the Warmaster still remained, unmoving, in his chair, "See that you do..."

An hour later, and one-hundred miles away, the first repercussions of that Parthian response were seen. In the Pudite half of what had once been the city of Providence, there was nothing. The city had been dismantled, and in it's place, the Pudite border fortifications had taken shape. Beyond those, began the Pudite compound there, a five-kilometer square building, surrounded by it's own independent defenses. Other than these two relatively new structures, there was nothing. No trace remained of the city as it was a decade before; all buildings and roads had been torn up, replaced with Pudite bunkers, Pudite roads, and Pudite compounds.

Occupying the space roughly opposite the western half of the city, which was beyond Pudite control, there were some one-point five million soldiers. Two Legion's of what had been the 4th Field Army, and was now Field Marshal Dolgininka's Field Army South, were present here. These one-million men were joined by one Legion of Field Marshal Moldaovich's Field Army North. These formations were to be the first to draw blood in the conflagration that was certainly to soon resume.

At precisely the same moment, in each of the three legions present, the six-thousand MLRS vehicles that made up the majority of the assembled division's rocket artillery regiments each released a complete payload; one missile after another, until all twelve missiles had been deployed. Each of these seventy-two thousand missiles bore their five-hundred pound warhead towards the streets and buildings of western Providence. They were targeting hospitals, apartment buildings, utilities, and heavily used highway's in and out of the city, in an attempt to kill as many people on impact as possible, and trap the remainder.

Firing at the same time as their smaller counterparts, the larger cruise-missile launch vehicles that made up the remainder of the offensive capabilities of the rocket artillery regiments. With each vehicle loosing a single TD-ALM-4 land-attack missile, there would be fifteen-hundred such missiles bound for what remained of Providence. Half of the missiles dispatched contained conventional, one-thousand pound explosive warheads, and were targeting larger buildings of the kind targeted by their smaller kin, as well as airports and bridges. The other half of the barrage consisted of missiles armed with submunition dispensers, each prepared to release two-dozen smaller bomblets. These missiles targeted only large residential areas, hoping to kill or maim as many civilians as possible in as short a time as possible.

Once this first missile attack was ended, there would be a period of two hours during which there would be no attack. Following that, the artillery would start their work, intending to catch by surprise any civilian, emergency, military, or paramilitary personnel that may have attempted rescues. This newest barrage would be undertaken by the seventy-five hundred howitzers of varying sizes that were kept by the standard artillery regiments of the Imperial Army. This barrage would, once started, be kept up for three days; each artillery piece firing slowly to maintain their fire. The artillery was hoping to knock down and destroy all remaining significant structures, and make any and all roads through or around Providence impassable.

The city would be destroyed.

Above the barrage at Providence, and indeed, the whole of the border, other actions, albeit less hostile ones, were taken. The Imperial Air Force's 19th Air Army began to engage in large-scale active patrols of the Pudite border and coastline.

The Imperial Army was also set to the air, for from the army's air bases in the compound at former-Providence were launched a fleet of attack helicopters. These would prowl the border at a lower and slower altitude, directing precision artillery and missile strikes for the next three days. Forays would not be made into the city itself, although that would not dissuade these crews from taking their own chance to take part in the destruction of Providence, and as they would patrol the border, certainly, they would engage any concentration of civilians detected. This could be with cannon or with rockets, it was of little concern to the army.

All that mattered was that the city be destroyed.

OOC:
Well, I had a post all written, but apparently if you take about an hour to type your post, you get logged off. When I hit the submit button, it prompted me to log in, so I did, but then it said my submission couldn't be processed because I just logged in. So I'll have to get back to you guys tomorrow night when I can get back on.

Just so you know, a tl:dr version of the said post was pretty much as follows:

@PROHT: Jason Ortegaz is located roughly 40-60 miles from the actual location of Megalith. At his location, he pretty much told much of the background behind the Megalith and everything that would be nice to know. He also spoke of seeing 'foriegners' (which would be your guys) and decided to go help them because he knows exactly where the Megalith is located and how to get through the defences (as well as what exactly you'd be facing).

So anyway, I'll have to write that whole post again. Crap. I hate these boards.

OOC:
Well, I had a post all written, but apparently if you take about an hour to type your post, you get logged off. When I hit the submit button, it prompted me to log in, so I did, but then it said my submission couldn't be processed because I just logged in. So I'll have to get back to you guys tomorrow night when I can get back on.

Just so you know, a tl:dr version of the said post was pretty much as follows:

@PROHT: Jason Ortegaz is located roughly 40-60 miles from the actual location of Megalith. At his location, he pretty much told much of the background behind the Megalith and everything that would be nice to know. He also spoke of seeing 'foriegners' (which would be your guys) and decided to go help them because he knows exactly where the Megalith is located and how to get through the defences (as well as what exactly you'd be facing).

So anyway, I'll have to write that whole post again. Crap. I hate these boards.
Dang... always remember, kids, copy-paste-save before pressing submit!

IC:
Meord:
As the non-fighting population thinned, it was defcided to improve fortifications by building concentric rings of trenches around the city, with the intent of spreading-out the troops, while providing cover, and should they land successfully, to hinder their advance long enough for saturation-bombing to pin-down the fleet.

Similar fortifications were encouraged for all port-cities, and this time, pre-emptive civillian evacuation occured en-masse.

Providence:
High command was thankful for the early warning and evacuation of the city itself, with merely a battalion reargaurd left behind to "push the big red button"...

The damage topside to the city proved quite superficial to the battalion, which was bunkered in the sewers, subways, and special underground alcoves, although observers sent topside regularly were reported as MIA-presumed dead.

As the subway tunnels leading out had been caved-in by a cruise missile, the remaining 200 men (estimated) were now trapped within their own fort... It finally time to strike back...

Megalith:
Deph's post was tl;dr...
In short, we came, we got help, we pwned, base secured.

Herholtzer Air-force Base:
A squadron of F-4 Phantom IIs were dispatched for counter-battery operations around East Providence...

Likewise, Fire-base One opened its blast doors once again to reveal the mighty muzzles of 18" railway artillery...

The Hurtians were certain the mere presence of these guns would force the Pudites back to the negotiating table...

OOC:Stupid Keyboard!
My spacebar, b & n key aren't working so it might be awhile until I post.

Megalith:
Deph's post was tl;dr...
In short, we came, we got help, we pwned, base secured.

OOC:
Well, it wasn't a complete success...Rhinestaff would have managed to set off a few nukes that were underneath a good portion of New Louisiana...but whatever. Megalith secured. Let's go kill some fools!

OOC: Borrowed another Keyboard so I can post for now.


-Meffuhl-
The first line of civilian refugees were turned away and instructed to make camp in the woods to the south. Meffuhl was not planning to become some "Safe Haven" AKA Deathtrap for a ton of civies. Instead it became a deployment center for the current Nod forces which were being mobilized. With only one army and a couple of spare divisions on hand (Not counting the three regiments of conscripts(Two logistics one Mechanized infantry)
They didn't have enough to face off against both Pudu and Parthia as they were. Still delaying tactics were useful so the Black Hand began to dispatch units to defensive positions.



(Nod Infantry:
40,000 Nod Regulars
(Medium to High Training\High Morale)
Average Loadout:
Steyr AUG, AK-104, Enfield" L85A1, M-16, (Varies from division to division)
(Squad Support Unit: M-240 or M-249)
(Close Combat:MP5, UMP-45, or Benelli M4 +Flashbangs)
(AT Unit: RPG 7, M20, or M72)
Gas Mask
NV Goggles (Officers, Depends on mission)
Sidearm: M1911
Spectra Helmet
Camo BDUs
Ceremic plate Kevlar Vests
3 Frag Grenades, 1 Smoke, 1 Artillery Marker smoke

10,000 Black Hand elite
(Shock Troops\Fight to the Death)
Average loadout:
Steyr AUG, Local Assault Rifles
(Squad Support: M-249, .50)
(Close combat: P-90, Benelli M4 +Flashbangs)
(AT: 6 Round Multifire Rocket Launcher)
Dragon Skin Armour
Gas Mask with backup air.
NV Goggles
Sidearm: 57 Pistol
Grille Suit
(Rarity) Optic Camo(in PMT)
5 Frag Grenades, 1 White Phosporous, 2 Smoke Grenades.

1,000 Templars
(Shock Troops\Braindead\No Free Will)
Average Loadout:
M139 Gattling\ Condor Caseless ChainGun, Local Rifle.
(AT with multiround Dumbfire Rocket Launcher)
Fully Armored battleSuit
Self Breathing Appratus
Infared Vision Enhancement
M4 Carbine as sidearm.
Feels no pain.
GL with 6 HE rounds in Local Rifle

15,000 Soldiers
(Low training, Fair Morale)
Average loadout:
AK-47
(Squad support unit with AKM)
(Close Combat with Ingram Mac-10, Shotgun, or UZI)
(AT Unit with RPG-2)
Flak Jacket
M1 Helmet
Standard Green Camo
Moltovs
3 Grenades

De minimis non curat praetor
The Pudite artillery bombardment continued, the guns themselves having by now begun their work, pounding away at the city, one after another...

Above them, there flew a constant stream of Tengriy fighters, and upon recently picking up a handful of radar contacts in western Chitzeland heading for the border regions, these patrolling aircraft were notified of the foreign targets and authorized to engage. Any aircraft flying over former Chitzeland not of the Dephirian, Parthian, or Pudite air forces was now considered hostile and a target. The radar signature on this particular batch of planes identified them as F-4 Phantoms, not an aircraft operated by any friendly force in the area…

The Pudite fighters prepared their TD-AAM-4 payload for deployment. These aircraft each carried eight such missiles, borne beneath the wing, and with a full squadron above what was once east Providence, there would be more than enough missiles to deal with any intruding hostile fighters.

Each of the fifty Tengriy pilots loosed a single missile, ensuring that there would be at least a few missiles following each target (I don't know how many planes you actually sent...). Once the missiles were off, the pilots waited, and above them, the airborne early warning aircraft watched for a possible counterattack, or at least, for survivors...

The artillery continued, and further fighters were readied; preparing to replace the squadron above former Providence as soon as their fight had ended with a different squadron, one with a full armament loadout.

No Pudite soldiers had yet crossed the border.

Meanwhile, a hundred miles behind the 'battle', if one could call a one-sided artillery barrage a battle, Warmaster Grigoriev was being brought up to date on the most recent information from the front lines by an officer of the Frumentarii intelligence service recently arrived from the front,

"Sir, indeed, it appears that either the bombing of the civilian areas of Providence was undertaken with supernatural effect and precision, or that there were very few civilians still present,"

"Where, then, are they?" replied the Warmaster, with a curious tone, underpinned by a slight agitation,

"Sir, it is likely that they have made for more central cities, such as Bearmish and Gichittaw, where they would be farther from any fighting..."

"So none remain in the city to resist?"

"Sir, it certainly seems that way. There have been a few reported sightings of population, but it is likely that these are just stubborn - now dead - civilians, to stupid to flee..."

"Well, that almost makes our destruction of Providence seem useless,"

"Sir, if I may say, it is still - was still - their capital. I imagine it held a deep meaning for them, and now, without it, their country is, figuratively, leaderless. We seized half of it years ago, and now, the remainder is gone. By the end of the day, it will be nought but ruin and dust,"

"So it is. Well, let the bombing continue, and when it is up, we will move on as planned - around the city - and inflict upon the rest of this pitiful landmass the destruction that has been visited upon their former capital, we'll catch up with those who fled Providence then too, I expect..."

"Sir, it is as I would have done myself, sir."

"Let it be done."

The briefing was concluded with no mention of the artillery sighted near Herholtzer. That matter was duly noted by commanders in whose sphere Herholtzer fell, and reported to the Imperial Air Force for later probing and eventual destruction.

Something that was mentioned in the briefing, however, was the entrance by Pudite forces of the second phase of their plan. At midnight that night, after twenty-two hours of continual barrage in Providence, the guns situated across the rest of the border would open up. Targets now would include the native Chitze defenses across the border, as well as the network of forts situated roughly ten miles behind the front lines, presumably a product of some western ally. All weapons available to the artillery regiments involved would be utilized, which included tens of thousands of howitzers and MLRS systems, all launching periodic strikes over the border, seeking to clear the way for what was to come...

All the while, the barrage in Providence wore on, tearing away the Chitze capital, brick by brick...

-Former Pelsgord\Yrttel road 10 miles from the Pudite Border-The land near the border was nearly un inhabited. Being this close to such a massive symbol of fear was enough to drive anyone away. The way the sun was blocked half the time by the structure kept crops from even being productive. It was here that the 4th Combat Engineer Company was setting the final traps against the enemy. Aside from several dozen white phosporous traps placed in the nearby forests, nearly every flat expanse of land was either mined or primed for destruction. The bombing gave them a good enough excuse however, to declare the mission finished, So escorted by several SA-6 vehicles and ZST-23 AAA vehicles they retreated to the west.
Pudu however, would have a much harder time taking the same path.


-Message for Pudu-
De duobus malis, minus est semper eligendum.

A fortiori
The guns continued to rain shells and missiles down on any structures seeming to halt the Pudite way, and for two days further they would do so.

Meanwhile, on the eastern side of the barrage, armored and mechanized divisions began to form up, with the lead being taken in force by the combat engineer regiments, and their mine-clearing and bridging equipment.

Four million souls waited their commander's deadline, and in forty-eight hours, there could be little mistake about where these masses were headed. Only, on the western side they had still to wonder when the deluge would come...

Megalith


"Well grand, the control panel was damaged beyond repair. We can't do anything from here," Jason Ortegaz, along with his miniature army and Hurtful Thoughts force, was reviewing the damage that had been done to the Megalith during the battle. His assessment was a grim one, the main control console for the Megalith, and the Dephirian's control over their own nuclear missiles throughout the world, was considered a complete loss. "This could be a good thing for us though. Now no one can use it, nor their missiles."

"As true as that may be, but it would have been nice to safely launch all of the missiles into space or something so much as to get rid of their deadly power all-together," Mac laughed.

"I suppose that holds some truth, Mac, but whatever. What do you think we should do foreign friends?" Jason spoke to the band of Hurtful Thoughts soldiers.

OOC: And now with finals over I can continue this with a bit more regularity.

Outside Hakken


“Mader Gendeh!” Capitain Bijan Firuzabadi screamed as he saw a fireball engulf a Sariel bomber just a kilometer away. The Parthian bombers had been surprised, the Nod air forces were supposed to have been destroyed already, and yet, they were here, shooting bombers down with their guns.

He didn’t have to think too hard, command had planned for this contingency, and the Sariel could perform as needed. They could reach Castle City on VSI, most likely, but would have to land there for refueling to get back to Parthia if they went through with Plan B, knocking them out of further operations for the time being, but it was necessary, lest they lose the expensive aircraft and pilots.

Bijan pulled back hard on the controls, increasing the throttle, the bombers began to climb, with their maximum altitude sitting at just over 75,000 feet, they could outdistance the point where nearly all fighters could follow, at the expense of fuel economy and turning the stealthy aircraft into something quite visible on an IR scope. This, however, was accounted for by a launch of flares as they climbed, one dropping as soon as engines had carried the planes up at maximum vertical climb, while also carrying them forward to the sea.

Most of the rest followed, a few had been taken out by Nod aircraft spiraled downwards to the ground in massive fireballs, but soon, the vast majority entered airspace above the open oceans, where they set course for their destination.



Expeditionary Force B- 150 Miles West of Portelslad


The time had come for the Parthian fleet to begin operations in softening up the cities of Portelslad and Ygh. Strategic bombing would be halted for the time being, but the destruction of the Chitzi cities and people would continue in earnest.

The Shahanshah Narseh and Shahanshah Kouroush were the two superdreadnoughts assigned to Task Force B. While their primary armament consisted of two 25 inch ETC guns, they also possessed impressive missile launching capabilities, something only the arsenal ships could better. Shahanshah Narseh would launch the first salvo from the fleet against the city, 45 stand off missiles. Each massive weapon carried 12 submunitions which would target IR signatures across the city of Portelslad, devastating anything warmer than the surrounding area. It would merely be the first portion of the first volley, however, as it was soon joined by 45 of the same weapons fired from the Kouroush, and 110 others fired from the arsenal ships. One submunition from each of the 200 weapons, however, contained a radar seeking guidance system, which would hit enemy radars operating in the city.

This, however was not the end for Portelslad, with the stand off missiles unleashed, the next volley came to firing, with the Parthian cruisers unleashing a barrage of 350 high explosive cruise missiles GPS targeted against the largest, most fortifiable buildings of the city, along with water infrastructure plants.

Finally, with the missiles launched, the fleet turned its attention to the nearby city of Ygh, once again, a barrage of 200 stand off weapons was followed by 350 high explosive GPS guided cruise missiles, targeting, once again, the most fortifiable buildings of the city, water infrastructure, radar, and any military equipment or vehicles operating in the city and providing an IR signature.


Expeditionary Force C- 150 miles West of Kayzarr

“Let it be done. Commence firing immediately.” Admiral Souroush Noori said calmly. From his position on the bridge of the Shahanshah Piruz, he could see the equally massive Shahanshah Bahram, its front missile launcher alight as dozens of missiles fired out.

Far off in the distance, two arsenal ships disappeared in a cloud of smoke as they unleashed over a hundred missiles each, before too, did he lose his view from a cloud of smoke from the Shahanshah Piruz’s frontal launchers. The first wave of missiles consisted of 680 cruise missiles, targeted upon Kayzarr’s water infrastructure, schools, hospitals, large buildings, and other large structures in the city.

That, however, was only the beginning, from the corner of his eye, he smiled as he noted a swarm of ACI-73 multirole fighters make for the city, soon to feel the full impact of a Parthian missile barrage.

“Let the will of the King of Kings fall upon the weak and evil.” And with that, the Admiral went silent.

-Meffuhl Command center-
Inside the control center of the underground complex Air commander Alex Radovan was constantly being updated of the current engagement on the coast. The counterattack was his idea, it had taken him only a good 15 minutes to think it up, but with the knowledge of every unit under his command he was able to put together a cunning plan.

As a result of planning it however he was constantly demanding updates of what was occuring. When the Parthian bombers began their climb

"They're trying to out climb us and they've just had their last bunch leave the coast, however despite their flares they have lost all steath capablities and are obviously going to have trouble at that altitude."
"Have our current fighters keep trying to engage what they can, and tell Valiant they're good to go," with that he smirked, "Part 2 has begun, Let's show them that they can run... but they can't hide."

"Keep me updated by phone, there is a meetng about to start and I have to get to it." Radovan said walking out of the room.

"Yes Sir."

-Underground Airfield-
Valiant 1 and 3 you are cleared for takeoff.
Valiant 2 and 4 hold position until 1 and 3 have launched, then proceed with take off.
Other Valiants hold positions.
The Valiant Squadron was a good 14 planes, however unlike the F-22s they were an interception Squadron equipped with MIG-25s, aircraft which were perfectly designed just for this very situation. With a max ceiling 90,000 feet and an extremely powerful radar the bombers were going to get a very unpleasent surprise.

Over the air however the F-22s kept up their actions in the meantime, now knowing to switch to stalling the enemy, missiles hitting nearby flares may be a miss, but they also knew that it would hurt enemy morale. But it appeared that their job was complete.
So as the first of the of the MIGs move into an intercept course took off, the first 6 of the F-22s began to break off, the bombers in their area have already reached 75,000 feet and they had expended all their missiles against them, hopefully taking a few more down, but they didn't mind the fact, after all to them the bombers were as good as dead now against the 14 planes of the Valiant Squardon.

-420 Miles southwest of Meord-
The 8 subs had been attempting to avoid the Anti Sub defenses of the Parthian Fleets but with such a heavy bombardment beginning they decided to to go for broke, so the 8 split off into two groups 4 to attempt to hit the outermost Escort ships with Anti-Ship missiles, while the other 4 planned on luring several enemy subs into a nearby group of sunken ships from the last war. With the false signals their sonar would hopefully be confused enough to allow the BH the time to hit them first.

(OOC: Expect the real Nod Fleet to end up out there soon, they are currently still hidden in the south.)

Off the coast of Chitzeland

As the bombers pulled up past the maximum altitude of the F-22s, they expected to be safe, yet that was not at all the case, the Migs continuing the pressure previously applied by the F-22s. Already, losses were beginning to mount, and no choice except to break radio silence could be made.

The call for distress was answered by 55 ACI-73 air superiority fighters operating over Expeditionary Force C. Over the fleet, high in the skies above, AWACs aircraft and their distintive air search radars went active, picking up the Mig-25s from over 200 miles out. With alacrity, the fighters responded, the need was great to break the Nod planes from the bombers, and they would do so as quickly as possible. From 100 miles away, they unleashed long range AAMs targetted upon the Mig-25s, firing them off towards the aircraft to force them to stop attacking the Sariels and take evasive action.

The end, however, was not in sight for the Nod planes. As they approached in closer, the pilots of the ACI-73s once again fired a long range cruise missile each, providing 110 AAMs to smash the Migs or at least force them to break off the bombers. With the missiles unleashed, however, the Parthian fighters kept up the pressure, continuing forward and activating their HAMRAAM medium-range missiles for future targetting.

Even if the Migs pulled off the bombers, losses were already severe, Parthia undoubtedly would halt strategic bombing until air superiority could be fully achieved. Until then, the billion dollar a plane bombers were far too high value to expend on large scale raids over territory far too well defended.

Task Force C, Bridge of the Destroyer IPS Faramarz

"Vampire, Vampire! Count four surface to surface missiles inbound."

The radar officer added to the air of dread, "No surface contacts reported, radar is all negative. It's a bloody submarine."

Capitain Shirazi replied "Call fleet and tell them we've come under attack by a submarine. Intercept the missiles, now!"

A dozen SAMs rocketed off from the stern, leaving a cloud of smoke as they moved towards the inbound missiles. Within a minute, the radar operator called out, "Splash two vampires. Two inbound, further SAM contacts from the... cancel that, the Simorgh just got them."

Over in the distance, Capitain Shirazi noticed the anti-submarine rocket batteries on the frigate Noor light up for several seconds, followed by a cloud of smoke as over a dozen of them moved towards the site of the missile launch. Just then, he recieved word from the Shahanshah Bahram's communication officer, sonobouys were being deployed, all frigates and ASW vessels ordered to begin intercepting the submarines.

The Admiral was smart, Capitain Shirazi knew, he'd order enough sonobouys dropped from here to Chitzeland that a man could walk the distance. After all, while submarines to a fully defended Parthian fleet were more a nuisance than a threat, that didn't mean that the Admiral liked suprises.

With that thought, the sonar operator called back, "Sir, active sonobouys dropped and activated, we have four contacts. Request orders to fire."

The capitain nodded, "Do it!"

Twenty AGM-250 missiles launched from the decks of the Faramarz and three frigates were unleashed upon the Nod submarines. Within five miles of their target, they dropped into the water, relasing the solid fuel rocket of the first stage to reveal a secondary stage of a supercavitating torpedo. While Nod submarines were fast, a 200km/h supercav would probably do the trick in running them down and destroying them for toying with the Parthian fleet.

OOC @ Pudu: 4 "fast-movers", how well does the TD-AAM-4 handle ground-clutter?

Megalith


"Well grand, the control panel was damaged beyond repair. We can't do anything from here," Jason Ortegaz, along with his miniature army and Hurtful Thoughts force, was reviewing the damage that had been done to the Megalith during the battle. His assessment was a grim one, the main control console for the Megalith, and the Dephirian's control over their own nuclear missiles throughout the world, was considered a complete loss. "This could be a good thing for us though. Now no one can use it, nor their missiles."

"As true as that may be, but it would have been nice to safely launch all of the missiles into space or something so much as to get rid of their deadly power all-together," Mac laughed.

"I suppose that holds some truth, Mac, but whatever. What do you think we should do foreign friends?" Jason spoke to the band of Hurtful Thoughts soldiers.
Col Wengermarsh, however, wasn't smiling... At least not for the same reason... He then, rather matter-o-factly replied:
"Sir, I believe you misunderstood our intentions, we were sent to capture and hold this facility until we recieved further orders, not to inspire detante upon Dephire."

He was only telling a half-truth, however, as the 'orders' would be targeting coordnates, but since the missiles would have to be set manually, he'd need more time for his men to jury-rig a control-mechanism... And as consequence, the compliance of these peace-nik rebels.

Wengermarsh then instructed a nearby soldier to inform command that the Megalith has been captured, but the launch mechanisms had been dissabled, and that they were under possable survaillence, and to request any information on from where and when to expect a counter-attack.

Already, Hurtian Raiders were scrambling over the missiles in their launch-platforms with toolkits, attempting to remove the warheads or activate and set the missile guidance systems...

OOC @ Pudu: 4 "fast-movers", how well does the TD-AAM-4 handle ground-clutter?
OOC: I couldn't even tell you what ground-clutter is. For all intents and purposes, I am firing R-37's at you. How do they handle "ground-clutter"?

OOC: I couldn't even tell you what ground-clutter is. For all intents and purposes, I am firing R-37's at you. How do they handle "ground-clutter"?
OOC:
Ground-clutter is like trying to see through brush, except for RADAR.

Assuming you're taking a long-range Hi-Hi-Lo attack (80,000+ foot alt cruise to terminal-dive), ground clutter shouldn't be too huge an issue should I be flying higher than 30 meters off the ground (X-band/3cm wavelength), and unless there's any thick cloud-cover, which would then require mid-course guidance through the clouds.

Essentially, acts as a rocket-assisted SARH Anti-aircraft dive-bomb at those ranges, each missile only gets one chance to hit. On the other hand, it has a fucking big explosive...
At closer ranges (direct trajectory), the added mass of fuel would wiegh it down and increase turn radius.

So yeah, if my pilots aren't expecting it this time, you'd be able to ass-spank them this time too... too bad word spreads pretty fast when you ace three squadrons in one sitting... (http://steeljawscribe.com/2007/03/23/flightdeck-friday-the-yf4h-1-phantom-ii-operations-skyburner-and-sageburner)

Megalith


"My interpretation of your intentions were not misunderstood at all. In fact, I understand fully that you wanted to hold this device, and its power. Well, too bad that last batch of resistance destroyed the console. Now we will simply have to either one, resort to taking the capitol city and thus the one and only other way to control the missiles, or two...activate Megalith's second and most secret purpose. So tell me, what will you have us do now?"

-Black Hand High Command, Uknown locaiton-
"I really wonder sometimes Oxanna," Slavik said reading over the reports on the other nations that they were now at war with. "I mean, sadly many nations consider us 'Evil', yet when I look at these sort, I wonder why the entire world hasn't destroyed them on sight like they constantly attempt to do with us."
"It's a strange world." Oxanna said sitting back, "We just do what we can."
"Yes", Slavik replied back, "With Kane gone and the factions all splintered we should just be glad we are secured enough as it is, we will survive this, just like we always do."

(OOC: To explain this, previously The BH made a latin quote in a message to Pudu. The quote translated is "Of two evils, the lesser must always be chosen", with it Nod has implied that they are the lesser evil and so their victory is assured in the end.)

Secret IC:
-Bunker near Meffuhl-
~Meeting of BH Local commanders Underway~
Members at the Meeting:
BH Top commander: Field Marshal Steven Novask
Air Force Commander: General Alex Radovan
Naval Commander: Admiral Dimitri Milovisk
Army Commander: General Jon Martel
Logistics Command: Lt. Colonel Stone
Chitz Defense force: Colonel Carole Moreno
Chitz Coastal Patrol: Colonel Martin Duval
Foreign Spforce Operative (Observer): Missian Talos

Begin Log:
Novask: What is the current status of the attack against the Parthian Bombers.
Radovan: So far our fighters have intercepted and downed several bombers, and last I heard our Migs have taken over and will most likely finish or at least destroy most of the remaining bombers.
*Ring* (Log Paused for Call)
Radovan: The bombers finally broke radio silence and Parthia has scrambled missiles against the Migs, I've given them the recall command but I fear some may ignore it.
Novask: Did they at least bring down a good number?
*Radovan has passed Novask a list*
Novask: Impressive, I doubt they'll try that tactic again.
Martel: Let me see that,
*Note now passed to Martel*
Martel: This could be very good for us.
Radovan: Yes if the numbers are as good as we feel then Parthia will be hestitant to try that move again. Still...
Milovisk: Still what?
Radovan: I'm sure our Airbase will be detected eventually, We may have to abandon it and move them to Bunker B.
Stone: We have barely finished B, there still isn't any furniture yet.
Radovan: We have no choice though.
(To be continued)

Megalith, Desert Region, Dephire


"..No no no! Connect the red wire with the green one! Gah! You are hopeless Mac!"

"Rem, shut up and let me handle this."

"No!" Rembrandt slid underneath the damaged control console and began working, "I swear, you almost wired this whole thing to detonate all of the nukes!"

"That's not a bad idea, to be honest."

"Mac, where are the nukes?"

"Oh yeah...underneath us."

"No shit they are underneath us! 'Not a bad idea', what an idiot you turned out to be at times."

Mac slid out from under the console and stormed out of the command room, leaving Jason Ortegaz, Rembrandt, Col Wengermarsh of the PROHT, and a few other various soldiers.

"So how long until you can get this console working?" Jason Ortegaz looked at the moving legs protruding from under the control console.

"Well, I cannot really tell much from this angle. What I can say is that we have a ten percent chance of success with trying to connect that laptop to this contraption. Leave it to decades old technology to put us in a pickle."

"Yeah, no kidding. This thing controlled several hundred nuclear weapons as well as the code-orders to launch the Borkaul'vul...which is the only thing we need."

"The Borkaul'vul?" Rem stopped and slid out from under the console, "Are you mad?"

"What? Using that unit would probably put an end to everything."

"Exactly my concern! Summoning that entire unit would probably destroy whatever posable force there could be in Chitzeland or any other power."

Jason smiled and sat back in the revolving desk chair, "Precisely."

"Jason, I don't like that smile of yours."

Jason still beamed, but Rem just chuckled and went back to work on the console.

-Skies above the Chitzeland coast-
Bombers had spirlaling out of the sky right and left from the missile barrages of the MIGs. After the short time where they couldn't target them well enough it was looking to turn into a turkey shoot. But that all quickly changed.
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Transcript:
Valliant 8: Fox 1
Valiant 3: Target destroyed, Last missile fired, Winchester. Returning to base
Valiant 6: Fox 1
Valiant 12: Fox 2
Valiant 4: Winchester, Pulling back
Valiant 6: Splash one bomber.
Valiant 12: Target downed
Valiant 5: Target downed
##WARNING WARNING WARNING##
HQ: Multiple Targets inbound!
Valiant 2: Confirmed, targets approaching Fast.
HQ: All Valiant Disengage
Valiant 1: All craft Bugout to base!
Valiant 7: I'm on commit cannot disengage.
Valiant 1: Valiant 7, Valiant 11 Disengage.
Valiant 7: Negative
Valiant 1: Valiant 11 Report.
Valiant 1: Come on it's not worth it!
Valiant 7: Fox 2.
HQ: Valiant 7 multiple missiles have locked on to your craft, disengage.
Valiant 7: Negative HQ, I can make it.
Valiant 1: Knock it off Frank!
Valiant 7: Negative I can AH....
Valiant 7 signal lost...
HQ: Valiant 7 has been destroyed, missiles closing in.
Valiant 11 signal lost...
HQ: Valiant 11 has been shot down.
Valiant 5 signal lost...
HQ: Valiant 5 is going down... Chute detected.
HQ: All Valiants, deploy chaff and switch altitude.
Valiant 1: Keep evading dammit!
HQ: You are cleared to break safety speeds.
Valiant 1: Increasing speed to 2.9
Valiant 8 signal lost...
Valiant 2: How many of those things are left!
HQ: Reaching estimated max range of the missiles in 15..
Valiant 2: Increasing speed.
Valiant 2: Missile evaded.
Valiant 6: DAMNIT, I managed to evade but I've lost some tail, controls are shaky.
HQ: Valiants you are over land, remaining missiles have either become trashed or are outside of range.
Valiant 6: Bailing out.
HQ: Engagement complete.
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-Meeting room-
Novask: Well we have nothing more to report on the air then let's move on.
Novask:Milovisk have you gotten anything going yet?
Milovisk: Well our Patrol force was out there when it started, I ordered them to try and engage whatever they could, from what what I last recieved we have two Invasion Fleets deployed around 300 miles west of Merod.
Novask: Damn.
Milovisk: Yes those subs have no chance of even surviving, much less landing a hit. From what I last heard before one group was sunk was that there were sonarbuoys being launched.
Novask: So we've lost that element of steath.
Milovisk: Perhaps, perhaps not, it depends on if we can put some of our new weapons to the test. And we can always jam the Buoy's transmission as well.
Novask:What about the minefield?
Milovisk:It's only at 150 miles out, right at the edge of the contential shelf, along with 200 Automated Sucide Subs. We'll have to wait for them to move in before activating it.
Novask: Right, and the surface fleet?
Milovisk: Still in the south, we don't want to deploy them yet, we've mobilized almost everything, but the heavier ships will require time, we can however send out "Pincushion" in an hour.
Novask: Good, do it, let them pound on that for awhile.
Milovisk: Yes but they'll soon figure out that it's not a major threat and continue with the usual. However, we do think that the Defense force can put SOME sort of effort out.
Duval: We're half crewed, several ships are sunk, the harbors are in flames, and we have no intel on what is out there, are you freakin kidding me?
Milovisk:You must do it, even if it is futile it's a matter of honor. Parthia has no Honor. Show them that you are better than them.
Duval:We got 16 on the western area. All are either patrol boats, minesweepers and corvettes, nothing with a dedicated air defense.
Milovisk:Yes it's a sucide mission but if they sink even one ship then the goal is acomplished.
Duval: Give me 1 more hour.
Milovisk: Fine.

Megalith


"My interpretation of your intentions were not misunderstood at all. In fact, I understand fully that you wanted to hold this device, and its power. Well, too bad that last batch of resistance destroyed the console. Now we will simply have to either one, resort to taking the capitol city and thus the one and only other way to control the missiles, or two...activate Megalith's second and most secret purpose. So tell me, what will you have us do now?"

"Simple, remove the weapons from the Megalith before they can be launched, wreck or isolate the communication links to the capitol so they CAN'T fire them remotely, and then activate auto-destruct using whatever nukes we choose to leave behind... 3,000 megatons is an awful lot of bomb..."

The Pudite fighters prepared their TD-AAM-4 payload for deployment. These aircraft each carried eight such missiles, borne beneath the wing, and with a full squadron above what was once east Providence, there would be more than enough missiles to deal with any intruding hostile fighters.

Each of the fifty Tengriy pilots loosed a single missile, ensuring that there would be at least a few missiles following each target (I don't know how many planes you actually sent...). Once the missiles were off, the pilots waited, and above them, the airborne early warning aircraft watched for a possible counterattack, or at least, for survivors...

The artillery continued, and further fighters were readied; preparing to replace the squadron above former Providence as soon as their fight had ended with a different squadron, one with a full armament loadout.
The Phantoms were lit up like a neon sign by the Pudite radars... 50 contacts, which did not need to be divided amongst the four AN/APG-76 Radars initially, wich was rather useless out at 300 km, the pilots too to flying in the rivines of New-Loiusana, attempting to break LOS with the interceptors, while maintaining radar-silence until they closed the distance until their sets would prove effective...

Soon, the had achieved a solid track while scan on all out to 200 km, their radars displayed "more than 75" on the registry, and quickly focused on the 50 missiles and only 25 of the fighters, or 25 of the nearest missiles and all the fighters, which were currently flying in a neat, orderly formation...

The flight divided into two groups of two, each group would focus on spoofing either half the Pudite aircraft* in hopes it would throw-off their midcourse updates, or better still, that all the missiles fratricide upon a simgle aircraft or decoy.

Still, the WSOs only trusted their gear so much, considering a much larger flight had met a grissly fate to merely twelve of these aircraft... They flew closer to the ground, and even decided to bounce jamming signals off the ground in front every so often to make it appear that the F-4s were rapidly throttling forward, then would stop spoofing while hitting the airbrakes, causing the radar returns to jump-back and forth by as much as 10 miles, hopefully confusing the operators and exhausting the kinetic-energy in the inbound TD-AAM-4s, this was also coupled with violent dog-legging, with deflection as great as 90 degrees away from the Pudite aircraft.

Meanwhile, Hurtian SAMs were alerted of an incoming flock of Pudite aircraft...
Some old, rather derilict Sa-2s and Sa-6s from the Red Islands Mafa (Leafansitan) were already pointed skyward, like venus flytraps, awaiting their prey. Even had the interceptors been idling, they'd soon be forced to either travel into Hurtian airspace or turn away and hope the missiles could guide themselves in...


*AN/APG-76, despite its feasome specs, doesn't seem too great close-in. But then again, when have I used an x-band radar in a gunfight?

Megalith


"I'll be completely honest with you, if we detonated the nukes, we'd lose Megalith's secondary role all-together." Jason explained cooly.

Mac entered the room, "Megalith has another role?"

"Of course the most powerful superweapon has a secondary role! It launches a crapload of aircraft as well!" Rem barked from underneath the control console.

"Rem!" Jason yelled.

"What? Might as well tell the Hurtfuls what this facility can do, we don't own it anymore. We don't belong to any country to be honest...not anymore." Rem sighed sadly.

"Yes, we belong to a country, whether they believe we belong to it or not.." Mac looked blank and sad.

"They threw us out like garbage, Mac," Jason looked towards the directed man wearing the typical Dephirian-Briskarn uniform (black uniform with a small red scorpion tail emblem on the collar). Every man was armed with an assault rifle, each a different type of course, but all were deadly.

"Garbage. If I remember right, you were the one who had us do those things that led them to exile us!"

OOC: What am I doing now? RPing missiles? I hate doing this; I have next to zero knowledge of aerial combat, other than really obvious, common-sense things (none of which concern x-band radars or mid-course updates or missile guidance), and have absolutely nothing to say about a pack of missiles...


The Pudite Tengriy pilots had never crossed the border into East Chitzeland, maintaining a patrol route over the Pudite half of former Providence and their immediate surroundings in East Chitzeland. When the missiles were launched, the A-06 Bastion flying above the central border district of the Democratic Republic took charge of guiding the missiles in, so much as it could, and was required.


OOC2: That's all I got. I couldn't reliably tell you what any of the things you did... did. I'm sure it did something, I just don't know it. So there it is, you tell me.

OOC: Well, after a shitload of looking around for uber-airborne forward-looking radars... Specs tended to plateau-off by 200 km even for over-the-horizon works of hand-fap... Making it rather difficult for my F-4s to get a lock. (If I'm going to use radar, I'd use the biggest motherfucker I can, in spite of certain 'troubles' under certain conditions, like false-positives).

As for ECM I'm using... crazy attempts to baffle missiles, because even when fired near maximum stated effective range and w/o decent midcourse*, 50 missiles is still nothing to scoff at...
I'm pretty sure the next salvo is going to nearly screw me...
-And I still can't do jack-shit to retaliate with yet D:<
Ah well, at least I'm essentially flying the world-record-holders from project "Sageburner".

-*Missile-radars are usually pretty dim-witted/blind compared to stuff on the aircraft, SARH lock-range is merely limited by how much radar-return is required for it to register, so bigger aircraft radar=longer range /w/ smaller seeker, low observable targets reduce this range, and midcoursing/command-guiding tries to get around this out to about 1/2-way or 3/4-way, but involves a certain amount of lag (thus making the terminal guidance a very nice feature on ELRAAMs).

IC: Yay! Missiles!
During the intervenining time it took for the missiles to enter final approach, the backseat WSO's did their best to pass the time while not bothering the pilots flying their machines on the deck...

More time passed... A few were finishing up with some of their favorite MP3s or calling loved ones on their cell-phones, taking advantage of the advanced Depherian infrastructure... A pessimistic mind would believe they only had about 180 seconds to make their peace, others did it just to give death the middle-finger... Most weren't entirely sure which they were doing it for...

Then the salvo finally went terminal, over 25 tons of precision-guided munitions directed at less than 60 tons of nearly obsolete airframes purchased, not surprisiongly, from Leafanistan when Hurtian/CA relations wre still in good standing some 5 years ago...

Anyways, now it was "go-time", as these munitions came in at around mach 4.5 from their 12 o'clock highs...

The Phantoms pulled up to meet the missile barrage head-on, hoping to present a smaller cross-section, while allowing their jammers to have optimal effect, and allowing a smaller time-frame for the proximity fuzes to work with...

Still, two planes were targeted to a lopsided degree, and bore the brunt, leaving the other two with minor damage.

The formation then considered the option of turning-back, but instead, it was decided to continue using the cripples for dedicated ECM/decoy duties for as long as they remained airborne. One of the WSOs were wounded, and was instructed to punch-out in hopes of recieving medical treatment in the nuetral territory of "New Loiusiana".

Figuring the fighters would give it another try, they dived into and followed the next rivine like mud-crunching infantry would dive into an enemy trench to avoid murderous MG-fire... They then followed the stream upriver, into the mountains... And towards Providence...

The cripples however, would most likely have to crash-land or punch-out soon...
Their weapons stores had been jettisoned.

OOC2: I'm under the assumption you launched at extreme-range.

-Subs engaging Parthian fleet-
The 4 Subs who launched the missile attack were quickly overwhelmed by the Parthian counterattack, with no choice left they all self detonated as the missiles rained down at them. The others, still outside range, decided that it was better to just keep observing from outside of Sonar range.

-South Ocean-
The 'thing' was described as bizarre to say the least. Looking like a giant battleship sized version of the Merrimac the ship was slowly moved out from the hidden inlet west of Ort. After a short time it finally began to slowly lumber west as a slow steady pace. The odd shape of the ship made a stark contrast to the other nearby vessals. No windows, no doors, only small comm wires, and a couple of tiny hatches, covered the otherwise uniform face of its armored sides. The Pincushion was being deployed for it's first test run.

-Several Small Harbors 15 miles SouthWest of Ygh-
The nearby city was burning, but thankfully they were not sharing the fate, well most of them, several of the ships never made it out before the strikes fell. It was only that Ygh was the last locations targeted that they managed to move, and it was only the fact that these small harbors only faced north was why they remained. Yet they knew their tiny fleet scattered was only delaying the inevitable,
8 Osa II Patrol Ships
5 Rauma Class Patrol Ships
1 Kralj Class

Full Coast guard: (Rest to the south)
1 Wielingen Class Frigate (FFG) (Flagship) (100mm gun, 4 Exocert,
SAM Sea sparrow, 2 2inlaunchers, 6barreled 375mm A/S Mortar,+ decoys)
4 Kralj Class Corvettes (FSG) (Sabb RBS 15s, 1 57mm bofors, 10 Mines, Wallop Chaff\IR decoys, 2 Oerlikon 20mm AA)
4 Spica-M (PCFG) (4 Exocet SSMs, 1 57mm)
12 Rauma Class (PCFG) (6 RBS 15s, 40mm, A/S Mortars)
12 Osa II (PCFG) (4 SS-N-2B/C Stryx, 30mm/65 Twin)

Persepolis Command Center

“Report your findings.” Shah Khosru spoke tersely, he hated being awoken early, and his generals had done so for pressing information.

“We seem to have run into unforeseen difficulties. The bomber force over Hakken sustained 15% casualties. At that rate, we doubt we could keep up the campaign without losses too great for us to sustain. We’d lose our entire strategic bomber force” Marshall Nassiri spoke simply.

“And what, pray tell, caused this?” The Shah was irritated, he had been assured there was nothing stopping Parthia from bombing Chitzeland into the Stone Age.

Marshall Nassiri responded after a pause and a sip of tea in a gold and crystal glass, “We seem to have missed some of the Nod air assets. We suspect they used hidden airfields underground, but have no intelligence to support this. All indications show that we destroyed much of the coast and have made the land campaign easier, though we should halt large scale bombing operations until later when we can call upon fighter cover.”

The Shah nodded, “And the fleet?”

“It will arrive in a day, perhaps two. A, as planned, will make for a point north of Meord, B, north of Ygh, and C, south of Ygh. We already have planned how to secure the cities in question with minimal casualties. I took the liberty of dispersing a large number of laser designators to marksmen in the mechanized infantry sections. Should help us call upon accurate and inordinately large amounts of firepower when needed. The problem we had in the past was failure to use our firepower correctly, going for mass rather than accuracy. If we can put missiles into bunkers and hard points through the assistance of our ground personnel, why not do so?” Marshall Nassiri smiled as he finished his tea.

“Any threat to the fleet?” The Shah asked pointedly.

Marshall Nassiri waved his hand, “Yes, slightly, Nod forces have begun attacks on task group A. But, of course, they used submarines. The admirals have started laying sonobouys in a consistent pattern to keep the approach corridor safe from submarines sneaking in on the flanks. I have no doubt that we won’t face too many problems on the approach, hopefully. Task group A should be landing in the area around Meord soon. I have no doubt they’ll accomplish it successfully.”

“And we clean the city when the military is pummeled?” The Shah asked, his eyes lighting up at the thought.

“Of course.” Marshall Nassiri smiled.

OOC2: I'm under the assumption you launched at extreme-range.

OOC: First, that was a helpful post in the beginning there, thanks.

Second, seeing as Chitzeland is only about 241 kilometers from my border to that western sea, and you seem to be somewhere inside the Dephirian sector, which is significantly closer, then I did not launch at maximum range. I would have to fly backwards for a bit to do that.

It's pretty unlikely that I would spot a pair of ground-hugging fighters, isn't it? Yeah, I figured.

OOC:
Maybe now is a good time for me to remember that my firebases and/or their infrastructure crosses many of the northern rivers, that I purchased about fifty of these (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10447068), and somtime around when GASN dissolved, I phased them out of service and sent them to allies and protectates, such as Chitzeland...

So I may ask if I'm allowed to claim ten of them in the immediate area.

It's pretty unlikely that I would spot a pair of ground-hugging fighters, isn't it? Yeah, I figured.
I suppose so, scratch the ELRAAMs in favor of them nifty AMRAAMs and SAMs you got?

As for the ~240 km distance...it takes time for missiles to travel, and in about 5 minutes of flying, they would be within the Dephirian border by the time the missiles would've hit. (Considering delay to scramble your planes of course)

Plus, your planes would like to remain out of range from those SA-2s, and the threat that I may have emplaced RIM-50s (http://www.designation-systems.net/dusrm/m-50.html)...
So I figured an extra 100 km... Because there were some issues involving the laws of physics... (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AN/SPG-59)

As for spotting, you said you saw them, I don't know your radar, so you could have had one of those big ones helping.
During the naval engagement, we were both "flying head-on with our hi-beams on", and in such a way that by the time the missiles hit, we were within AMRAAM-range (~100 km)

Here it's a little different, we aren't missile-jousting, and there's shit in the way.

OOC:
Maybe now is a good time for me to remember that my firebases and/or their infrastructure crosses many of the northern rivers, that I purchased about fifty of these (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10447068), and somtime around when GASN dissolved, I phased them out of service and sent them to allies and protectates, such as Chitzeland...

So I may ask if I'm allowed to claim ten of them in the immediate area.


I suppose so, scratch the ELRAAMs in favor of them nifty AMRAAMs and SAMs you got?

As for the ~240 km distance...it takes time for missiles to travel, and in about 5 minutes of flying, they would be within the Dephirian border by the time the missiles would've hit. (Considering delay to scramble your planes of course)

Plus, your planes would like to remain out of range from those SA-2s, and the threat that I may have emplaced RIM-50s (http://www.designation-systems.net/dusrm/m-50.html)...
So I figured an extra 100 km... Because there were some issues involving the laws of physics... (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AN/SPG-59)

As for spotting, you said you saw them, I don't know your radar, so you could have had one of those big ones helping.
During the naval engagement, we were both "flying head-on with our hi-beams on", and in such a way that by the time the missiles hit, we were within AMRAAM-range (~100 km)

Here it's a little different, we aren't missile-jousting, and there's shit in the way.

OOC: Well, you weren't all the way out at the sea, so even supposing the 100km distance, it's still 'bout 240 kilometers. Also, the planes were up and flying around, I think I mentioned them going up before your post, if not, assuming the time to get them up is fine.

I did say I had an AEW&C up high sighting for me.

So you're about 100km away now, and my AEW&C could guide a few AMRAAMs in? That sounds good.

Also, I don't care if you have some monitors on Dephire's rivers or nearby, or wherever they were. I would have reacted earlier to them only if they went up any of that main river that makes up my southern border. You could even put them in further north, if you carted them up there (I don't think it connects to any waterways up there, I dunno w/out checking though...).

OOC: Yeah, @ <100 km I'm kinda fucked regardless of whether or not they carried an air-intercept loadout (they don't, just bombs and a pair of AIM-7s*, and I'm still going with that they were at least crippled earlier [so no 900+ mph run-up for me]). At least it was worth a try, eh?
*I really need to develop/find myself a better standard-BVRAAM

The excesive delay and such was the "Can we be nice?" way of trying to lazy my way out of re-doing the entire ELRAAM-salvo losses.

*You'd have to be pretty high to see into a rivine @ >150 km.
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As for the monitors, as part of a proposed 'APC-bill' (in addition to earlier ones), I postulated that I'd allocte some sort of otherwise unseaworthy ships (and soldiers) into Northern Chitzeland -after nerfing the guns of advanced tech, mostly because storing a couple dozen replacement barrels/rails for sustained HARP/railgun barrages on a shallow-draft vessel is a bitch.

These boats would've been emplaced to discourage insurections, since they're essentially pocket-battleships. As for how Parth didn't notice:
1- They're brown-water ships
2- They aren't listed as coast-defenses
3- They aren't anywhere near the coastline
4- Bunkers/pens block satallite imagery
5- They aren't doing much of anything for no apparent reason

As for the Pudite not noticing/caring, they may know that they'd be sitting ducks.

So you're about 100km away now, and my AEW&C could guide a few AMRAAMs in? That sounds good.
Should I assume you've already fired?
I suppose I should also get back to observation-post Charlie...

-New Roanoke Island, Launch Complex-
~New Roanoke Industries, Aerospace division~
Intrepid:Lift off, we have lift off.
Control: Roger that Intrepid.

-Observation room-
Several bored Techs watched the modified Shuttle craft as it gained altitude. Their jobs were to monitor reentry, but even though they weren't needed they never missed watching a lift off.
"What are they supposed to be doing for this one?" One remarked sipping some coffee.
"I think Sattelite repair."
"But who's, we don't have anything in that orbit."
"Must have been hired to repair someone else's then."
"Yeah, some strange cargo though."
None of them had any clue to the goals of the mission, after all secret terrorist groups running such a corporation were seen as nothing but a plot device for an action movie.

-HQ-
Status Report: Pincushion rounding the shetterdan Inlets within 20 minutes.

*You'd have to be pretty high to see into a rivine @ >150 km.

Should I assume you've already fired?
I suppose I should also get back to observation-post Charlie...

[SIZE="1"]OOC: The AEW&Cs are pretty high, and sure. (A sentence chosen for it;s lack of "Yeah, I'm pretty high," which does not usually refer to the height of one's airborne radars...)

OOC take on following IC:
Ooh boy, the mountain dogfight...
I'm now even more horridly outgunned...
And I have lost 5/8ths of my ECM capabilities...

Happy-doodles...

IC:
The two crippled Phantoms were to have their WSOs bail out while the pilot decided whether or not to attempt a crash-landing along the highway as they left the rivine.

This left only two planes, and one as missing a WSO, who was now being tasked with handling the radar from both planes via close-range datalink in order to maintain a synthetic apature for long-range radar-sweeps, or simply to make sense of the passive data collected...

It was decided to produce a "stacked" formation at this point, one plane going high to act as an electronics platform, while the other remained low in hopes it could still make a bomb-run.

Then came another salvo...
The upper-plane recieved multiple direct and simultanious hits, two chutes could be seen descending, although one had caught fire.

The lower plane was also targeted, but to a slightly lesser extent, and the pilot had to resort to basic counter-measures and extensive evasive manuvers. The pilot then decided, that rather then continue this near-suicidal run, he would attempt a high-speed ballistic 'toss' towards the enemy.

His plane is disitigrated as he pressed the bomb-release, loosing-off a six-ton bombload of smart cluster-munitions on a ten-mile journey, it was later specualted whether or not he was also firing his cannon and/or swearing profusely.

OOC2:
Dangit! I forgot teh Parthians!

Task Group C- 175 Miles West of Kayzarr

“Admiral, the subs at front are finding some funny flow noises in the water in front of us. Not consistent with a wreck.”

The Admiral nodded, “task a few helos to the front of the fleet, and give me an active sonar sweep followed by the magnetic anomaly detector.” The Admiral paused for a moment to finish yet another cup of tea and smoke another cigarette; it helped him think, even if it would kill him one day.

The approach had been quiet. Task Group A was 180 miles west of Meord. B sat 173 miles from Ygh, yet the approach had been quiet, only a small skirmish with Nod submarines. That couldn’t be it, he knew, they possessed a large sub fleet, though he also knew something else, Nod didn’t risk open battle, they preferred to use underhanded means of fighting. Dishonorable, undoubtedly, but also dangerous. The Admiral sighed. The fleets had been setting themselves sonobouy corridors, if nothing else, to force anyone wanting to stop the fleet to engage it like proper nations do, but they could be missing something.

“Admiral! Dipping sonar just pinged the crap out of the area. It’s packed with small objects. MAD doesn’t show anything yet, but if they aren’t metal it won’t. We’ve got a minefield, that’s the only explanation, starts at 150 miles out and continues towards the coast for an undetermined distance.”

The Admiral nodded, “Alert the fleets, tell them Nod laid a minefield about 150 miles out and to be prepared.”

“We need to clear the minefield. Bring up some mine clearance vessels and start blowing me a corridor.”

The order was carried out with speed as two specialized arsenal ships came forward towards the front of the fleet, before their decks clouded with smoke from the launch of hundreds of rockets, heavy ones packed with high explosives which would cut a corridor through the minefield, pounding it as the rest of the fleet crawled forward.

The other two fleets, meanwhile, continued forward, using the same method as task force C. While it had slowed the pace of the fleet, the mines were something the navy could deal with.

Quod incepimus conficiemus
The border, the Providence artillery emplacements were warned of incoming ordinance and told to take secure positions. No sooner than the crews in the open had taken that cover, the explosions began. It didn't last long, but it sure was loud; when the dirt and ash that was the ground here settled again to earth, the crews emerged to see the damage, which, by and large, was very little. The cluster munitions found plenty of targets among the assembled vehicles of multiple infantry divisions, and those that could not be neutralized before impact were usually the cause of an impressive explosion. Overall, however, the few dozen vehicles disabled by the attack hardly constituted a mission-ending loss, and seconds later, the bombardment of the apparently empty city continued. Those vehicles damaged in the attack were taken, towed if they were unable to drive themselves, to repair shops in the rear.

Meanwhile, as the infantry on the ground began to form up for the offensive everyone knew must be coming, another force was mobilizing, albeit faster, and less... on the ground. At military airbases across western Chitzeland, aircraft of the Imperial Air Force were taking off, bound for the east. Seven-hundred Barsuk strike bombers and fourteen-hundred Tengriy fighters eventually took to the skies, crossing what was only thirty-six hours ago a peaceful and calm border, bound for war.

There were fourteen task groups in the massive air armada, each consisting of one squadron of bombers, escorted by two squadrons of fighters; one flying ahead of the force, with scouts high and before the oncoming planes, while the second squadron was in and among the bombers, flying just above the larger planes, ready to react wherever the attack came from. Each of these fourteen task groups was bound for one of the fourteen major cities of the east; from Herholtzer in the north, or Shetterdan in the south, no free Chitze city would rest easy these coming hours.

The huge formations involved crossed the border at fifty-thousand feet, hoping to rely on natural stealth characteristics and the warning that fifty-thousand feet will give them of a missile launch, rather than be caught on the ground when the SAM sites light up.

All told, there was one-point nine million pounds of explosives crossing the border with each task group; one-point nine million pounds of explosives bound for each Chitze city. Coming to them in the form of five-hundred and one-thousand pound bombs, the cities of western Chitzeland would soon be reduced to the sort of rubble the veterans of the southern cities would remember from years before. This time, though, the flames would come to the whole of the nation.

The storm was coming, this was merely the first wave to hit the beach. The greatest winds were yet at sea, bearing down on the poor, unprepared little country, inexorably approaching...

-Chitzeland-
Unlike the night before with the Parthian sneak attack, Pudu's bombers were easily spotted, BH used several alternative methods of detecting them, one was that Sattelites noted that the huge aircraft buildup was now no longer there.
Thus when the bombers entered Chitz airspace the Black Hand was ready.

-East Defensive defenses-
The first response was the activation of the S-300PMU2 SAM Regiment. This unit, contained 36 Updated SA-10 missile batteries (Totaling 144 Missiles) as well as several lower level and AA networks. The controls for the network, 3 AM SHELL 3D Radars, 3 FLAP LID Radar and 2 BIG BIRD 4 Radars rose out from their underground tunnels using the elevators installed for that very purpose.
Of the 144 missiles, 4 contained a very potent surprise that was only to be reserved for last chance. The goal wasn't to wipe out the bomber group but to convince them to divert their attacks to other locations.

-Formerly closed Surface Airbase near Meffuhl-
The surviving MIGs of the Bomber assault had retreated here instead of attempting to reveal the location of the hidden Airbase. Out of the 14 that were launched, only 7 were in flyable condition, 4 lost 1 bailout, and 2 with engine damge from exceeding the safe speed. The search for the one pilot that bailed over water wasn't going well because it was being done by small craft so not to be noticed by enemy radar. In any case things weren't too good.

The rest of the people there weren't much better. They were the surivors from the previous Parthian bombing raids. A mixture of damaged fighters, bombers and helicopters.
The entire base wase lacking in supplies and repairs.

Which is why an Air raid siren was insult to injury.
With the other hidden elements of the Nod Airforce refusing to prematurely deploy, somehow, some way they had to arm and equip these various planes enough to at least put up some sort of resistance against the incoming enemy.

-Western Sea 80 miles NW of Shetterdan-
~Pincushion~
Inside the tiny cramped bridge of the ship the commander and his small crew kept a costant view of whatever data they were sent, after all there weren't any windows.

"Sir," said a Ensign at one of the side desks.
"Yes?" asked the captain.
"They are sending ships ahead of the fleet to attack the deployed minefields."
"Really, have they still not noticed us yet?"
"Well with the cement and the akward design of the ship perhaps they haven't."
"Well then we'll just have to wake them up, two tomahawk strikes on the closest ship engaging the minefields."
"Yes Sir!"

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From the surface of the ship 2 of the hatched opened up to reveal the missiles under it, after about 15 seconds of flight checks they lifted off and sped towards one of the Arsenal ships.

Task Group C, Bridge of the IPS Shahanshah Bahram

"Vampire! Airborne radar detects two cruise missiles inbound." the communications officer knew what had to be done, routing the data through to fire control, which acted quickly upon the information. Ten SAMs were offloaded on the two inbound cruise missiles. Splashing one, but leaving the other to continue on.

Within a few seconds of the first launch, the information had been passed through the fleet. Two picket ships, the cruisers Farohar and Zaal unloaded five SAMs each, a completely unecessary amount, given the second SAM launched by either of the two vessels destroyed the missile.

The question, however, became one of determining who had fired the missiles at the fleet. Radar contacts showed nothing, and the question then became, where was the submarine. Two maritime patrol aircraft and four helicopters equipped with dipping sonars made their way over towards the site of the launch. Their goal was simple: get a sonar bearing on the suspected submarine so it could be terminated. The notion of a monitor, to the Parthian admiral, never came up.

Ignis fatuus
The Nod missiles were not unexpected, and the Pudite fighters were not unprepared. The pilots responded mechanically, those lead fighters taking the brunt of the missile fire with room to maneuver did so, and the rest were satisfied with countermeasure fire. Casualties were of little importance, there were enough fighters and bombers to continue, even if every single missile scored a kill, which, of course, was not the case. A dozen or so fighters went down immediately, followed by a pair of bombers. Meanwhile, another half-dozen aircraft turned for home, having expended suffered damage in the attack.

However, that the air fleet was not a passive recipient, and seconds after the foreign radars activated, they were picked up by Pudite AEW&C aircraft operating just behind the armada. From here orders were issued to the advance aircraft, who were each equipped with, in addition to their regular load-out of various AAMs, a pair of TD-ALM-6s; the regular Pudite anti-radiation missile. Each of the eleven radar sites detected warranted four missiles, to be followed by a pair of TD-ALM-4s, a penetrator, in the case that these radar's returned to their fortified abode. The campaign was expecting this, and this mission was as much about the bombing of Chitze cities as it was the mapping of Chitze defenses. Anything not expressly destroyed here would warrant further attention.

The attack rolled on, with the first few task groups nearing Bearmish and Pelsgord. There would break the Pudite storm first...

Quod incepimus conficiemus
All told, there was one-point nine million pounds of explosives crossing the border with each task group; one-point nine million pounds of explosives bound for each Chitze city. Coming to them in the form of five-hundred and one-thousand pound bombs, the cities of eastern Chitzeland would soon be reduced to the sort of rubble the veterans of the southern cities would remember from years before. This time, though, the flames would come to the whole of the nation.
OOC: Bwhaaaa?!

IC:
East/West Chitze border: We do this because we wub wu.
As the shelling resumed, the final decision was made, a pair of keys were turned in a little bunker located deep under West Providence...

Along the border, thousands of previously buried cylinders sprang into action.

From previous encounters, it was noted that Pudites had an un-naturally suppressed immune system (that or completely non-existant medical services, it waas difficult to tell wich) due to an insanely high amount of casaulties caused by leaflets during the previous Pudite offensive.

These cylinders were the culmination of a secret weapons-project aimed precisely at countering the "Pudite super-soldier menace". Inside each, was a quantity of usually harmless but quite hardy form of weaponized skin-anthrax which was to be dispersed into the soil from these cylinders over time, under the same token, the territory had been "slimed" with mustard gas.

But in some locations, there was other types of cylinders, a "bouncing-betty" on steroids, nuetron-bomb steroids... Dirty-bombs... and buried landfills with explosives laid under the caps in order to rip them open again... Any land offensive would have to go through these, supplemented by explosively-formed furrows between landfill caps. After crossing roughly 5 miles of these, they would litterally hit a wall, thinly garrisioned, and merely tasked with launching scatterable "gravel-mines" into the landfills via what appeared to be a few livens-projectors made from 55-gallon oil-drums...

After spreading roughly a thousand tons of these little delights, they crawled into their bunkers just as the air-raid sirens rang, and readied themselves to meet the coming overland assault.

Deeper in 'the west': Something about remote fortified 'tactical firebases' that served well in the last war.

Northern Fjords: Something about 10 monitors leaving pens and heading out to sea.

OOC: Bwhaaaa?!
OOC: You know what I mean. Heh, I should leave it that way; I'll just stay over here, you can keep your anthrax and neutron bombs.

Air Group C3, nearing the Pincushion

“What the..” The helicopter’s pilot noticed the shape out in the distance, low to the water, barely visible, it was only the way the waves went around it that gave away the presence of something there.

The copilot picked up a radio, “This is the helicopter from the IPS Savadkooh. We’ve spotted a semi-submersible in the area close to the missile launch. We suspect that’s the target. MAD detectors didn’t show anything, I think it has to be made of something polymer.”

The order came back. Air Group C3 was to terminate the contact.

Two maritime patrol aircraft, circling high above began to descend, swooping downwards from 10,000 feet to 750, where they each unleashed a pair of torpedoes. All four went active as soon as they hit the water, their active sonars lighting up the oceans around them with sound as they made for the pincushion at 50 knots.

The three helicopters from the group joined in, one opened fire towards the immediate front of the vessel, unleashing a supercavitating torpedo which hit the water, activating its rocket engine that sent it forward at nearly 200 knots. The second, flying in the area behind the vessel joined in, firing a supercavitating torpedo to the immediate rear of the vessel. Finally, the last dropped a single supercavitating torpedo headed directly for the center of the pincushion.

The first and second supercavs were not intent on hitting the target. Rather, they would box the pincushion by cutting the front and rear routes of escape for the monitor while the third supercav and the four torpedos closed on the center, this time, with intent to kill. That was the objective, box the semi-submersible, take its maneuvering room, then destroy it.

Meanwhile, one of the three AWACS aircraft orbiting over the fleet began to focus its radar at the area where the pincushion was discovered. Low to the water, the pincushion was hard to find, but they managed to pull a weak signal, too weak, at this time for a missile launch from one of the surface vessels, but enough to keep tracking the vessel.

-PinCushion-
"Incoming torpedoes from all directions, 5 Aircraft within range." the navigator said emotionlessly.
"Prime the first layer on my mark, weapons rotate to weapon two and launch on the helicopters." The captain responded.
"Yes sir" the weapons master responded in monotone.
Inside the rear tube area the revolver style missile storage tubes rotated to line up 6 Surface to Air missiles, 3 IR and 3 Homing.

From the surface the enemy watched the torpedoes move in, the ship had disappointingly not even attempted to evade, still a good 5 Torpedoes closed in, with the regular torpedoes launched first it appeared that they would all arrive at the same time.

For all appearances the "Thing" was doomed."

-Pincushion-
"30,25,20,15."
"Now."

-Surface-
When the Torpedoes were ten feet out there were an explosion. Smoke dust and fire laced out into the torpedoes destroying them and sending a plume of steam up into the air, at the same time the secret hatch opened up and launched the missiles toward the Helicopters.


-Eastern Defense line-
In another example of the Black Hand taking defense into overkill mode the Antennas were not only lowed back into the ground, but moved around 100 feet away using one of the several underground rail networks that laced the whole defensive complex. To provide some added insurance Chaff flooded the area and the 4 final missiles fired into the path, each which carried a low yield nuclear weapon.



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OOC: My "Pincushion ship isn't much different than a sub in it's base design, it's just had several layers of Reinforced steel, Cement and a couple dozen watertight compartments added. It's larger than the actual ship it looks like (more like a Frigate in length), but the Crew is limited to around 6 including 1 Engineer for an alternative engine. The rest is redudent mechincal systems. The Cement provides effective shielding and is also fitted with reactive armor for each layer of it. There are around five layers of this hybrid Steel\Cement hull. The engines on on the very bottom. Because of all this exess weight however, it sits very low in the water and is SLOOOW...

In the case of the torpedoes, the ship countered by activating the reactive armour at the outermost layer, this propelled the shielding which on top of being a Cement\Steel combination, also contained a small amount of C4, which detonated right at the torpedoes.

OOC: Well, the missile hitting the door will still f*** things up for awhile, me thinks. Also, how big are the nukes?

OOC: Also, how big are the nukes?

Not sure if this could be considered IC...

The Dirty bombs are just big enough to register on any equipment meant to detect nuclear detonations and such. In hopes it'll make people slow down and check local reactors for critical damage and such (considering the amount of explosions and near-intant terra-forming, a mock-nuclear blast assumption wouldn't be implausable), which would cause its own surprises.

'I don't use nukes', though I do occassionally dangle a few over people's heads from time to time. "Because when the wolves come out of the walls, it's all over", game-over man game-over, rules of engagement no longer apply, whoever's on my "naughty list" will get "a lump of coal" for x-mass.

Not sure if this could be considered IC...

The Dirty bombs are just big enough to register on any equipment meant to detect nuclear detonations and such. In hopes it'll make people slow down and check local reactors for critical damage and such (considering the amount of explosions and near-intant terra-forming, a mock-nuclear blast assumption wouldn't be implausable), which would cause its own surprises.

'I don't use nukes', though I do occassionally dangle a few over people's heads from time to time. "Because when the wolves come out of the walls, it's all over", game-over man game-over, rules of engagement no longer apply, whoever's on my "naughty list" will get "a lump of coal" for x-mass.

OOC: o.O.

I was asking because Nod is nuking my planes. I personally don't consider a nuclear weapon anything special; it's just another way to kill people. If I had a reason, I'd use them without a thought, but I have nothing warranting such an explosion right now.

I just wanted to know what Nod's nukes were, and what they were up to.

OOC: Oh....
Anybody remember this? (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=531245)
400 divisions? Must be their militia...

OOC: Well, the missile hitting the door will still f*** things up for awhile, me thinks. Also, how big are the nukes?
OOC: I'm not aiming at the planes, I was aiming at the missiles. It's a 10 Ton yield explosive. Basically I used them to wipe out 90% of your missiles. Your planes lucked out... at least from this line... The northern line might not treat you as nicely.

Damage from Attack:
Track Damage on two of the radars (One of the main ones and a targeting one)
1 Targeting Radar elevator disabled on a 3D Radar causing damage.

The helicopters, lumbering and slow ones designed for anti-submarine warfare didn’t have a chance. Missiles shot them out of the sky, taking the crews of all of them to a watery grave.

The fixed wing maritime patrol aircraft meanwhile, returned back to the fleet, they knew what they were dealing with… and it wasn’t a submarine.

Back at the fleet, the AWACS aircraft had worked tirelessly to pick up a radar signal, but to no avail, that is, until the SAMs launched from the pincushion came into existence and took out the Parthian helicopters, providing all that was needed for an attack. Word had come in from the Parthian patrols, torpedoes weren’t doing a thing, meaning it was heavily armored and protected, though that wouldn’t be too difficult to deal with. Instead, a new tactic would be used.

AGM-250s were nicknamed SD busters, designed to break or devastate enemy superdreadnoughts, they usually were fired from bombers operating at their operating ceiling, yet the surface launched variant also existed, about the size of an SLBM, the missiles were launched from arsenal ships, twenty for this attack.

As the decks of two arsenal ships were covered in smoke, the missiles solid fuel first stage rocketed upwards, leaving a streak of white light and smoke as it hit the first stage release point at 80,000 feet. There, a secondary stage kicked in, a scramjet motor carried the weapon to 120,000 feet at a speed approaching mach 4. Once the missile reached their target over the Pincushion, the weapon would activate a directional thruster, pushing the missile downwards where the combination of acceleration from gravity and the rocket engine would push the device to a speed of nearly mach 20.

On impact, the weapon’s punch came from a DU penetrator followed by several hundred pounds of high explosive. It was one of the few weapons which could tear through a superdreadnought’s deck armor, and on a smaller ship like a frigate it could tear through from deck to keel.

Twenty of these missiles were now launched. What came next was determined by what happened to the weapons.

OOC:
I'm down, but not out.

-Meffuhl-
"Latest reports on the Pincushion."
"Go on,"
"After the torpedoes were deflected it managed to destroy several Anti-Sub helicopters."
"In Response the Parthian fleet has launched SLBMs at it."
"Damn, must be Missile launched Sky Hammers, anti-dreadnaught weaponry, that's some expensive stuff, they must really be pissed."
"Pincushion is changing status to Rapid mode for their last stand."
"Approved."

-Eastern Defense line-
"Rounds complete."
"All units Hold fire and rearm, Interceptors are being scrambled."

-Northern Defense line-
"All AA forces be advised enemy aircraft will be entering your area within 15 minutes, you are advised to use whatever force avilable to destroy as many as possible."
The Northern defense line mirrored the one on the east, except for the addition of the surviving weapons of Hakkan, which consisted of around 30 working SA-6 Medium range SAMs(Useless in this case) and around 20 Flak guns(Mostly useless) including the 4 Kraven 120mm ETC Rifled EM-Assisted Flak 'Stratosphere Guns'. With luck even if they miss the bombers they can literally blow the bombs up before they reach the ground.

Off the Coast of Chitzeland

The Shahanshah Bahram activated it's high power communication antenna, preparing to broadcast something which would cover the Chitzi civilian radio airwaves. A personal message from the Shah of Parthia to the people of Chitzeland, composed himself, in its original Persian, rich and rolling, even poetic sounding. No English translation would be made following the address, though the Shah knew Nod or the HOI troops probably had a linguist who would anyway.

With the mast activated, the Chitzi civilian radio airwaves were bombarded, the message came in, a taste of things to come.

"I am the agent of that which is holy..."

"I am the celestial seed of the divine..."

"My actions are actions of righteousness, I am the chosen agent of truth, my troops fulfill a will more powerful than mine, they are the agents of His righteousness."

"Ohrmazd sends forth us to purify you, we must purify you, for it is merciful. You, the agents of the Lie, spawn of the creator of evil Ahriman."

"What we do is approved by Him, we show you the greatest mercy ever shown to man, for if we do not, you condemn yourself."

"Our purification will mean your salvation! Lo, that which has perished by our hand is not dead! It lives with the Lord of the Heavens, it has been purified by my will!"

"Behold His will, behold His works, feel my works, accept my works, accept us for we will save you!"

"What has been done and will be done is written, purification must come, salvation for the ones who have been condemned by Ahriman, that is our promise."

"Salvation is near, repent! Repent people of Chitzeland, renounce the Lie, accept His truth."

Ruins of New Louisianna

Large search and rescue helicopters swarmed the air above New Louisiana, more so the large series of lakes that now gave the landscape a polka dot appearance. From the sky, it looked as if a hurricane had barreled through the baby nation of only a few days if not weeks. Rhinestaff went through with his devil's plan. The nuclear arsenal beneath the "traitors" had been all detonated mere moments before the signal had been cut short. The result was a devastated nation. A silver lining did remain, not all the nuclear weapons had exploded. If the signal being sent from the Dephirian-based Megalith, who knows how much more destruction would be the result. Hardest hit was Downtown, where the largest aftershocks are still being felt. Huge, massive cave-ins have given way to large, gaping craters pick-pocketing here and there. The survivors took to the sea. Most felt shock from losing their homes, and nearly losing their lives. These people would never speak to their new captives, the Dephirian Naval Armada, but they would scream all hours of the night of the nightmares they experienced as they slept. Radiation still remained in small pockets, but a vast majority of the radiation had been absorbed into the ground deep underneath the topsoil. Every cave-in, however, opened up holes to these radiation pockets.

More impressive than the hundred or so rescue helicopters was the ground effort. Three thousand soldiers invaded the nation and pushed for one of the largest rescue operations ever performed in Dephirian history.

The soldier wearing black full-plate armor, a radiation resistant version of a Godsend Knight power-armor, walked towards the leveled house. Through his sensory goggles, he could see the arm extending from beneath dirt. His hearing sensors picked up faint sounds of moaning, breathing, and of great pain. This soldier raised his small assault rifle towards the wreckage, and stepped cautiously forward. Then, the hand attached to the arm clinched and moved. "Medic Unit!" the soldier barked into his visor. A face appeared in the top right corner of the said visor, and a man spoke, "On our way! What have you got?" The soldier had ran to the arm and begun trying to dig away the dirt as he got the reply, "Survivor. Badly wounded. Breathing seems to be irregular, raspy." The face looked grim, "We will be there in one minute." Surely enough, a large rescue helicopter, which had been redesigned for medical purposes, flew in and landed roughly fifteen yards away. Four more soldiers rushed out of the helicopter and ran towards the soldier and the arm. At once the soldiers began to dig away at the dirt, and within ten minutes, the person had been unburied. She was young, could not be more than eleven years old. Her eyes still held a flicker of fire. The child looked up towards her rescuers and spoke, "Thank you...for..." she collapsed. As the little girl hit the ground, the medical officer arrived. He rushed down to her aid, but took a step back as he tried to fight off his emotions, "Sh-She's passed." The soldier, never changing his expression, stood up and shouldered his rifle, "She looked like my little Daisy." He walked away as the other four soldiers wrapped the girl in a body bag.

The soldier climbed into the helicopter and waited for the others to board with the girl's body. He thought in the back of his mind that after all of this destruction, this death...maybe the Dephirian way was just too...too evil. "Reynolds, I know that this was hard for you. Tell me, what happened to Daisy?" The man speaking was the medical officer who called the time of death. Reynolds, or simply 'Rey' by his closest friend, sighed and slowly took off his helmet. The face behind the mask was one that had seen war far too often. From the Danteri Conflict all the way through each segment of the long Dephirian Civil War, and now both installments of the Chitzeland Conflict. Various scars ravaged his face; a few burn scars from crash-landing in Danteri after being shot down, and several battle wounds from many gunfights in the Civil War. He looked hardened and the general feeling that came off on people was a feeling of death. Reynolds looks towards the floor of the helicopter's cabin before he spoke, "I was stationed out on the Defiance when...when the first of the nuclear missiles were launched. My wife and daughter lived in San Salvadorea, one of the hardest his cities. I went back when it was safe, and only found dust, sand, and 'glass' shit." The medical officer looked out the window to his right as he sat across from Reynolds, "I apologize, Rey. I should not have asked." Reynolds reached across the footspace and grasped the officer firmly on the shoulder, "Don't be, friend. You asked and I trusted you enough to be answered." The officer looked down towards his feet, "Rhinestaff will pay for this war crime. I have no doubt that he was the one who destroyed Dephire before, but now I feel even more hatred with this latest demonstration of the power of Satan." Reynolds smiled, a tear gleaming in his eye, "Our friends are going to do that for us. I have full trust in Mac, Rem, and Ortegaz." The officer looked up, "I feel better with them in mind. The conversation ceased for a time as the helicopter neared an aircraft carrier, the Defiance.

Ruins of Sarajevo, (Four Days from Capitol City)

Jason Ortegaz and crew walked for several days from the Megalith site. Rem and Mac had successfully fixed the command console and turned it over to the Hurtful Military. Jason had full confidence that the Hurtian Military would use their new power wisely, and as his crew neared the outskirts of what used to be Alexandria, he began thinking that maybe he should have left the Megalith in complete ruins. However, he still smiled and pushed onward. There were many who counted on his tactical squad to be successful in their task. Resisitance is futile, he remembers Mac saying to a small Dephirian squad of soldiers, Just lay down your weapons or we will fire a bullet in each one of your ass cheeks before and or after we kill each and every one of you, preferably before! Jason always thought Mac as the comical type. Rembrandt was a different story. Reserved. Quiet. Direct. Rem was trying to work by the rules without giving up too much of his resitance. Jason led them on. In Rem's mind, Jason was a great leader. Sure, he had a few kid moments, but Jason was stable minded. The group of one hundred soldiers stopped to make camp. The assault on Captiol City's underground tunnel network will begin soon.

-Pincushion-
Two Red lights began blinking in the room, command had ordered them to abandon the shell and switch to offensive mode. Prep the rear hatches for full firing.
Silently the Engineer prepped the alternate engine while the commander pressed the button that would release the charges.

-Surface-
The rear missile hatch opened up again, launching an Anti-Ship missile towards the ship that fired on them and one SAM that flew straight up into the air and exploded.

The front of the hull then blew outward as the main body of the ship ditched the shell and drove out using it's inner engine, now shrunk more to the size of a minesweeper.
There were no visible weapons on this version, and only one tiny window at where the 'bridge' would be. The only other notable thing was a vertical Launch tube on the rear of the ship. With it's much greater speed it attempted to outrun the impact.

(I suck at decribing it sorry.)

-Meffuhl Airbase-
They had barely had time to slap some more missiles on before the alarm hit, and they had even less time to make thie hodgepoge of planes a useful formation, still even though it took costly minutes the managed to get some sort of squadron off the ground.

As well as the 10 survivors of the Valiant group, they also scrounged together a handful of surivors of the Hakkan and Automati groups (9 MIG-23s 4 F-5s), the entire Meffuhl Defense Flight (20 MIG-29s of the Vulture Squadron +20 of Delta Squadron) but also every craft used for testing purposes and training.

10 MIG-25s
40 MIG-29s
9 MIG-23s
4 F-5s
3 MIG-31s (AWACs and Long Range support role)
14 L-37 Albatros (2 AM-9s or two AA-2s)
2 F-4 (Carrier training)
2 SU-27N (Carrier training)
2 F-23 (F-22 replacement testing, Piloted by "Aces")
(Parthia blew up a good 80+ Mig-23s and F-5s. So I'm throwing almost everything I have except for the things that are too slow to fight and things I still don't want to reveal, but I have less than 50 fighters in reserve now.)

Si finis bonus est, totum bonum erit
Air Marshal Stiudev was the commander of the nineteenth Air Army of the Imperial Air Force of the Dominion, and it was currently his responsibility to secure the skies of the western half of the Chitze peninsula. To further this goal, he was kept abreast of all developing operations being undertaken on the border, and in western Chitzeland, by his forces.

"Colonel, what progress have the bombers made of yet?" questioned the Air Marshal, speaking to one Colonel Ostashko, whose responsibility it was to command the communications staff of the Air Marshal's headquarters,

"Sir, we have only minutes ago received word on the situation of the bomber groups' progress over the western peninsula,"

Before Colonel Ostashko could elaborate, the Marshal Stiudev questioned further, "What is the word then? What of the foreign air defenses engaged over the border?"

"Sir, reports indicate minimal damage from the enemy's missile defenses, although our own initial response to their ground systems was largely defeated,"

"Is progress still being made?"

"Sir, yes, indeed progress is being made. The task groups themselves have not yet met any serious resistance from air defense, and no attempt has been made to hinder them in the air. The bombers over the most eastern cities should arrive within minutes,"

"This is excellent; it is our priority that this bombing campaign continue, make certain it is known that the location of these defense sites are marked down, and inform Colonel Pashchrovik that he has orders to engage and destroy any detected air-defense sites and airbases, flying in addition to the strategic campaign."

"Sir, I will make certain your orders are relayed." replied the officer, adding a salute,

"Fiat," responded Air Marshal Stiudev, mirroring the salute.

Colonel Ostashko left the Air Marshal, returning to his duties at the communications center elsewhere in the compound, making sure to pass the orders along to those who needed to hear. Thus was his duty.

Therefore, minutes later, Colonel Pashchrovik, the commander of the Tactical Bomber Wing of the 19th Air Army, received a message instructing him to undertake ground-attack runs on any air defense systems whose locations had been relayed to him from the Strategic Bomber Wing's command and control center, where through all the information gathered in western Chitzeland during the current operation passed.

Thirty minutes after receiving this information, the first formations of A-89 Molotok bombers rumbled off the runway at the Tactical Bomber Wing's airbase in central eastern Chitzeland. They would rendezvous with a force of Tengriy fighters to escort the larger, slower aircraft across the border, where they would release their payload, and return, as quickly as possible.

Flying low over the border, there would be forty A-89s, led by forty Tengriy's. These bombers would each release a dozen radar-guided penetrators, targeting the bunker facilities that housed the foreign radar, missile, and gun installations just over the border.

The attack would only stay long enough to loose it's assault, then flee. Reports on the damage returned by bomber task groups returning over the border would decide if another strike was warranted, which it would be, and continue to be, until the last of the bunkers was reduced to rubble. Then the attackers would move on to the next defensive line.

Slowly, the air defense network across western Chitzeland would be worn down and destroyed. Just as surely, but not at all as slowly, the air power of the western defenders would be crushed, as any aircraft foolishly rising to meet the oncoming Pudite attacks would be thrown down and annihilated. The Dominion would have control of the air, this was a war of attrition that Marshal Stiudev knew he could not lose.

Then would come the real war...

OOC:
Well, I've got 40, maybe 140 tactical combat aircraft, most of which aren't rated for dogfights (tank-busters/interceptors/recon). And yeah, I'm down by four now...
After that, I've got a few transports (~80), patrol-bombers (12), assault-gliders (~60), and a fair amount of helicopters.
Most of these are pretty useless for this engagement, though they did serve usefully in dispensing propoganda. I'd need to punch a "hole" in someone's air defense to safely use them, and I'm not sure if Parthia is willing to let that happen again...
-And why hasn't anybody done anything to Herholtzer?

IC:
Dephire: Tunnels
The armored division had their own way of dealing with the tunnels... It driving a tank down them, finding something that looked structurally important, and and rigging it with explosives...

If resistance became too much, they'd blow charges, hoping to entomb the entire city.

Meanwhile, a nuclear warhead from the Megalith was being shipped to the tunnels on a truckbed...

Chitzeland
Herholtzer: Lonesome Dove
It was finally permitted for Fire-Base 1A to open-fire upon the Parthian fleet, using of all things, purely passive sensors, triangulation, and inertia, the 18" guns would fire full-caliber shells wieghing in excess to a metric ton to a distance of 30 nautical miles.

Meanwhile, the Patrol-bombers had been scrambled alongside an escorting group of not less than twenty planes, a follow-on group of fifty tank-busters would then appear to mop-up any crippled stragglers of the Nrthernmost Parthian fleet. These forces were being fairly optimistic, though they had a fairly good "exit strategy" should anything go wrong according to plan.

Another flight, composed of 12 F-4H2E3 Interceptors loaded primarilly with AIM-7s would be dispatched to plug the apparent hole in the defenses, if only just long enough for the resserve-SAMs to come online.

Likewise, a flight of fourty otherwise "useless" FMA-6 Fighter-bombers would be pressed into tackling bombers with AIM-9Ls and 35 mm cannon-fire...

A flight of 20 flying-boats loaded also with AIM-9s in addition to a 'formidable' defensive armarment of 12.7 mm GAU-18 mini-guns and 35 mm cannon, would be used to engage bombers... Which was quite different from their original role of Counter-Insurgency, ASW/Coast-Patrol and drug-interdiction duties.
(Think PBY "black" Catalina in-bred with an AC-47)

North-seas Battle of the Monitors and the Pincussion
The ten monitors, in conjunction with two-dozen frigates and submarines, had finally made it out of the rivers and channels of Chitzeland, despite the nuclear detonations, and were making best possable speed for the Parthian fleet (15 knots, Woot).

E/W border: Hammerzeit!
Air defenses had a very limited amount of time from which to act, even though they had been given hightened alert status, the planes crossed completely through the engagement envelope in a matter of minutes. The SAM-bases had scarcely enough time to fire two salvoes upon the planes, and neither had the quantity, nor the targeting capability, to handle the bomber-stream as it passed.

Then the bombs fell...

The Pudites had done an excellent job pinpointing these bases before-hand, wiping out all fixed bases and temporarily opening a wide corridor for easily a dozen minutes.

NW Pennisula: Why Dephire wasn't given this potrion of land
Aging HTR-142 mobile Transporter Erector Launchers, assisted by nearly custum-built M.U.H.T. (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=74)s took positions on pre-serveyed and hidden locations in order to make final preparations.

They had a few pre-selected target coordnate to choose from:
1- Depherian claims, in the evnt of a double-cross
2,3,4- The coastlines, to cover any attempted invasion
5- Eastern Border
6- Targets of "strategic importance"

Likewise, they also had sufficient stocks of missiles and rockets to pose as somewhat of a threat (something in the order of 400 SRBMs, 75 IRBMs, and 50 ICBMs allocated amongst 100 launchers [50 lightwieght, 25 medium, 25 heavies])
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2-meter dimeter ICBM-class missiles (http://www.designation-systems.net/dusrm/m-134.html) Either insane range or Short-range with a REALLY big payload...

Edit, OOC2: cause pudu posted while I was writing.... I was watching a movie...
Yes, I'll have resserve SAMs available by the time the A-89s are overhead, not sure if they'd do too much, likewise, I'd be a tad short on interceptors...
*Makes note to deploy interceptors against Pudu's bombers in next post*

OOC:-And why hasn't anybody done anything to Herholtzer?

OOC: I said EVERY city in the west when I was describing the targets of my bombers. That did not exclude Herholtzer. There are bombers on the way, don't worry.

OOC:
Funny how you would have units in or at least near the New Louisiana Wastelands, PROHT.

OOC: I said EVERY city in the west when I was describing the targets of my bombers. That did not exclude Herholtzer. There are bombers on the way, don't worry.
OOC:
How many, exactly, cause I scrambled almost all my remaining fighters and as many other planes as I could arm with AAMs to intercept as I had available.

Whatever I had left (and the pick of the air-arm's defensive capability) was sent against Parthian's "invasion".

I'm not sure how well an AC-47-ish "gunship" loaded down with AIM-9s would do against bombers though...

OOC:
Funny how you would have units in or at least near the New Louisiana Wastelands, PROHT.
I also had soldier IN the wastelands, manning MY bases to help defend MY land with MY guns...

So I'm pretty sure you weren't foolish enough to try planting nukes under my bases whilst trying to be an ally...

Plus, nuking it is a blatant ignore of the treaties we had with Pudu/Parthia/Chitzeland during the first installment...

OOC:
How many, exactly, cause I scrambled almost all my remaining fighters and as many other planes as I could arm with AAMs to intercept as I had available.

OOC: I don't remember. Loads, though. Look at the post, I dispatched one task group thingey to target each city, and I laid out what was in each group. That's how many planes.

OOC:
IC Treaties that were signed by a past leader. Those went out the door when he was oh, killed. Rhinestaff didn't care. As you could have assumed, he wanted to try and get rid of the New Louisiana problem. With that being said, he would forgo any and all treaties to get rid of rebelling New Louisiana citizens. As far as your bases are concerned, they probably were shaken up badly by any, if not all of the nuclear missiles that had detonated.

I haven't been able to respond because for some reason the configuration server for my ISP decided it personally hated our modem or something.

Oh. right. this...
Will post later on Friday, maybe.

-Meffhuhl-
"No word from the New Chitzeland government."
"Then we have to either assume that they are too supressed to give orders, or dead."
"Then we might have no choice but to take control of the Chitzeland Defense forces ourselves."



-Air above Chitzeland-
MIG-31: Attention fighters, I will be providing long range radar targeting. My callsign is Foxfire. Use it if you need further instructions on targets.
Valiant 1: Roger that Foxfire.
Vulture 1: Roger that.
Delta 1: Roger that.
Bolt 1:Yes Sir!
Delta 2: Hey Bolt 5 are those rocket pods on your wings?
Bolt 5: ... Yes.
Valiant 3: What the hell is that for?
Bolt 5: They were on there already, with enough of them then they might score a hit in. It's happened before.
Vulture 1: Eh couldn't hurt.

Foxfire: 17 Targets coming in fast,
Foxfire: 30 miles on the nose.
Bolt 3: I'm on their radar!
Vulture 2: We all are, that's to be expected! Calm down, Stick to your training and you'll be fine!
MIG-31#2: Enemy AWACs detected, breaking off to engage.
MIG-31#2: Fox 4.
Vulture 1: Heh 4? That'll keep it out of our hair for awhile.
Valiant 1: Target locked.
Foxfire: All Valiants fire at will, all Bolts move to lower altitude and terrain mask.
Bolt 1:You heard the orders, just like we practiced.
Delta 1: Delta Squadron switch to attack formation!
Vulture 1: Vulture flight scatter and come at them from their 3 and 9 o clock.
Omega 1: Sorry for the delay we got held up, what's the status.
Foxfire: Several bomber waves inbound with heavy fighter cover.
Omega1: Roger that.

OOC: Explaination.
Valiant: the MIG-25s
Vulture: The first of the Meffhul MIG-29 Flight.
Delta: The other Meffhul MIG-29 Flight
Bolt:Trainers
Omega: Everyone else.

100 fighters and 50 bombers, m'kay... I think I can handle that...

Another flight, composed of 12 F-4H2E3 Interceptors loaded primarilly with AIM-7s would be dispatched to plug the apparent hole in the defenses, if only just long enough for the resserve-SAMs to come online.

Likewise, a flight of fourty otherwise "useless" FMA-6 Fighter-bombers would be pressed into tackling bombers with AIM-9Ls and 35 mm cannon-fire...

A flight of 20 flying-boats loaded also with AIM-9s in addition to a 'formidable' defensive armarment of 12.7 mm GAU-18 mini-guns and 35 mm cannon, would be used to engage bombers... Which was quite different from their original role of Counter-Insurgency, ASW/Coast-Patrol and drug-interdiction duties.
(Think PBY "black" Catalina in-bred with an AC-47)

The Phantom IIs went in first, from three directions, attempting to draw enemy interceptors away from the bomber-stream.

The suppressed SAMs had made-up the majrity of the defensive-line, and as the combined Pudite airstrikes and Depherian EMPs had all but wiped them out for the duration of the mission, all they could do was watch, a 'lucky' few still had 125 mm Hurtian DP guns and foriegn turrets stripped or salvaged from purchased, captured, and sunken ships from the previous conflict, but without radar-assist, and in such few numbers, they proved quite ineffective.

The second wave comprised of a massive wave of UAVs that had been launched from the Monitors in order to give the impression of a large fighter-formation rallying to their north flank over the Depherian wastes, again, in an effort to draw the Pudite decission-makers into sending a a premptive strike into what would hopefully become an SAMbush.

The third wave consisted to the "slowboats" and missile-buses, their targets were the fairly easy prey of the bombers, which were hoped to be lightly defended, the smaller and less capable planes would be first in hopes to deplete their AAMs. And even in the event of a dogfight, if they could get into a turning-duel, then they may stand a chance long enough for friendly SAMs and interceptors to come back up.

Herholtzer:
Point defensive measures, though available, were slim compared to the bomber stream presented to them, preparations were being made for the worst, buckets of sand and water were on hand in every building in order to quench any incindiaries, all non-vital (or more correctly, those vital to the continued defense of the nation) personel had been evacuated into a series of Hurtian tunnels that were told to link-up with Nod-forces; this however, was false, as they all came to dead-ends, or an escape/ventilation-shaft, they would have to cross the border above the surface and find the Nod-enterances on their own, many decided to simply sit and wait for the bombing to cease from the relative safety of these tunnels.

NW Peninsula:
The firing-missions would be split.
The smaller, shorter ranged missiles, the AShMs in particular, would be fired upon the Parthian fleet in conjunction with the airstrikes.

The larger MRBM-sized missiles would be headed for the east, and targets therin, particularily Locke, in order to prevent Pudu from shipping reinforcements in through normal -safe- means, setting in motion phase VII.

It was finally permitted for Fire-Base 1A to open-fire upon the Parthian fleet, using of all things, purely passive sensors, triangulation, and inertia, the 18" guns would fire full-caliber shells wieghing in excess to a metric ton to a distance of 30 nautical miles.

Meanwhile, the Patrol-bombers had been scrambled alongside an escorting group of not less than twenty planes, a follow-on group of fifty tank-busters would then appear to mop-up any crippled stragglers of the Nrthernmost Parthian fleet. These forces were being fairly optimistic, though they had a fairly good "exit strategy" should anything go wrong according to plan.

Be gone for a trip tomorow, you know the drill if I don't respond in a week.

OOC:
I haven't forgotten this...but I just don't know what else to write.

I think we're all waiting for the opponents.

OOC:
I just don't know. I want to write about the battle for Dephire and the final remnants of New Louisiana, but I just do not have the will to write it.

OOC: Anybody think I could get a rise from Parth if I detailed my martime strike upon his fleet?

OOC: Anybody think I could get a rise from Parth if I detailed my martime strike upon his fleet?

OOC: Theoretically, yes.

Post should be coming up in a few days, between 18 hrs of classes this semester + LSAT prep, I've been fairly swamped the last few weeks.

Bump.