The Blub Colony
21-11-2008, 04:44
ooc: Alrighty. I want a fight. So if you want some, throw in. This is realistic modern tech (Realistic in that I'm playing Blubs.. but still) and I expect no wankage. One nation or ten nations.. I'll fight anyone. I can either attack you or you can attack me, it don't matter none. Just lemme know which you want if you step up. Hit me anyway you want or gimmie a reason to hit you.
IC:
North Sea, 2,000km from Blubland
Although well on its way to completely decomissioning its older ships, the Blubland Colonial Navy still had very strong traditions. One of those traditions was BCN Republic. Ever since the formation of Blubland, there had simply always been a Republic at the head of the Colonial Navy. In this case, it was an aging Montana Mark 11 class battleship. The Mk. XI had been at the core of the rebuilding process for the Colonial Navy after the ruinous battle at Leyte against Hataria. For years the Montana Mk. XI had served the role of providing massive firepower at sea in the form of its upgraded 23" guns and its 170 VLS cells.
There was only one Montana class left in the Colonial Navy, the Repubic. Her massive armored bow ploughed through the rolling seas as she went about her long-range patrols north of Blubland territorial waters. Escorting Republic were a trio of Hayasake class destroyers acting as submarine patrol and additional air defense. This four ship formation was a standard in the Colonial Navy for its patrols, allowing the powerful RADAR on Republic to expand the defensive 'bubble' of the homeland.
Meanwhile at Camp Spear, Blubland
Camp Spear was comfortably nestled in the saddle formed by two mountain peaks along Blubland's north-east coast. Camp Spear was a Cavalry Division garrison. The 1st Cavalry Division was also responsible for the two large RADAR and other sensitive sensor equipment on the peaks east and west of the camp and their protection.
1st Cav was also notorious for its antics. While the overall Blubland doctrine called for mobile land combat, the Cavalry took it to the extremes. Renowned for their air deployment of equipment and occasional airborne drops, 1st Cavalry had participated in every major military operation Blubland had ever fought.
It was also insider information among the Colonial Military that 1st Cav was responsible for the development of "Blubkrieg" tactics on the battlefield. These tactics had been used in a compact way, never fully unveiling this type of combat to an enemy as there had never been a threat large enough to justify such a commitment.
A group of observers from the 2nd Brigade of the Colonial Dragoons had arrived at Camp Spear to look into joint operations with the 1st Cav. These observers were currently in an observation tower overlooking a large, flat expanse of highland grasslands.
A stern looking Colonel from the enigmatic Dragoons folded his tentacles over his chest, a nametag on his uniform announcing him as 'Col. Woof', he squinted his eyestalks towards the grasslands and inquired of a 1st Cav officer standing next to him, "We have some delicate equipment, Colonel Moore, are you sure this sort of thing is sustainable?"
Colonel Moore nodded his head, eyestalks bobbing, "We've experienced some equipment loss using this method. There are things that you can't prevent. Terrain malformations, faulty equipment, wind gusts and other conditions."
Colonel Woof frowned slightly and peered at a trio of large C-181A Starlifters swept down from the clouds to the north. The aircraft applied flaps to slow down until they were nearly in a stall, dropping from the sky. Then at a height of 20 meters they applied more power, moving north-south across the grasslands.
The ramps lowered, and the cargomasters in the back hit buttons. One by one, pallet loaded skid sleds of equipment were pushed out the backs of the Starlifters. Small parachutes slowed them down in mid air and straightend them up, parallel with the ground as they flew through the air.
The sleds hit the ground, their skids absorbing much of the shock and then slid forward perhaps fifty to seventy yards each depending on the payload. In two cases there were misdrops. One parachute failed to deploy and the sled carrying an M5 Blub Tank hit the ground at better than 150 miles per hour. The skids ripped off and it flipped over and over across the field. In the other case, a large pallet with Dragoon issue military motorcycles hit a hump in the grassland. It went up the hump like a ramp and remained airborne for about five seconds before crashing into the ground.
In the tower Colonel Woof watched as a bent, wobbly motorcycle wheel rolled past the observation tower and looked to the Cavalry Colonel.
Colonel Moore shrugged, "Like I said, there are some mishaps. Two out of twelve isn't bad though, when you consider what's left just got deployed in a fraction of the time and effort of trucking them in."
Colonel Woof was grinning, "It's not bad. Not bad at all. Now I know why they call 1st Cav the Crazy Horses. Lets go take a look at our gear, eh?"
The two Colonels and the group of officers descended the tower to head out into the field and examine the results of the demonstration.
IC:
North Sea, 2,000km from Blubland
Although well on its way to completely decomissioning its older ships, the Blubland Colonial Navy still had very strong traditions. One of those traditions was BCN Republic. Ever since the formation of Blubland, there had simply always been a Republic at the head of the Colonial Navy. In this case, it was an aging Montana Mark 11 class battleship. The Mk. XI had been at the core of the rebuilding process for the Colonial Navy after the ruinous battle at Leyte against Hataria. For years the Montana Mk. XI had served the role of providing massive firepower at sea in the form of its upgraded 23" guns and its 170 VLS cells.
There was only one Montana class left in the Colonial Navy, the Repubic. Her massive armored bow ploughed through the rolling seas as she went about her long-range patrols north of Blubland territorial waters. Escorting Republic were a trio of Hayasake class destroyers acting as submarine patrol and additional air defense. This four ship formation was a standard in the Colonial Navy for its patrols, allowing the powerful RADAR on Republic to expand the defensive 'bubble' of the homeland.
Meanwhile at Camp Spear, Blubland
Camp Spear was comfortably nestled in the saddle formed by two mountain peaks along Blubland's north-east coast. Camp Spear was a Cavalry Division garrison. The 1st Cavalry Division was also responsible for the two large RADAR and other sensitive sensor equipment on the peaks east and west of the camp and their protection.
1st Cav was also notorious for its antics. While the overall Blubland doctrine called for mobile land combat, the Cavalry took it to the extremes. Renowned for their air deployment of equipment and occasional airborne drops, 1st Cavalry had participated in every major military operation Blubland had ever fought.
It was also insider information among the Colonial Military that 1st Cav was responsible for the development of "Blubkrieg" tactics on the battlefield. These tactics had been used in a compact way, never fully unveiling this type of combat to an enemy as there had never been a threat large enough to justify such a commitment.
A group of observers from the 2nd Brigade of the Colonial Dragoons had arrived at Camp Spear to look into joint operations with the 1st Cav. These observers were currently in an observation tower overlooking a large, flat expanse of highland grasslands.
A stern looking Colonel from the enigmatic Dragoons folded his tentacles over his chest, a nametag on his uniform announcing him as 'Col. Woof', he squinted his eyestalks towards the grasslands and inquired of a 1st Cav officer standing next to him, "We have some delicate equipment, Colonel Moore, are you sure this sort of thing is sustainable?"
Colonel Moore nodded his head, eyestalks bobbing, "We've experienced some equipment loss using this method. There are things that you can't prevent. Terrain malformations, faulty equipment, wind gusts and other conditions."
Colonel Woof frowned slightly and peered at a trio of large C-181A Starlifters swept down from the clouds to the north. The aircraft applied flaps to slow down until they were nearly in a stall, dropping from the sky. Then at a height of 20 meters they applied more power, moving north-south across the grasslands.
The ramps lowered, and the cargomasters in the back hit buttons. One by one, pallet loaded skid sleds of equipment were pushed out the backs of the Starlifters. Small parachutes slowed them down in mid air and straightend them up, parallel with the ground as they flew through the air.
The sleds hit the ground, their skids absorbing much of the shock and then slid forward perhaps fifty to seventy yards each depending on the payload. In two cases there were misdrops. One parachute failed to deploy and the sled carrying an M5 Blub Tank hit the ground at better than 150 miles per hour. The skids ripped off and it flipped over and over across the field. In the other case, a large pallet with Dragoon issue military motorcycles hit a hump in the grassland. It went up the hump like a ramp and remained airborne for about five seconds before crashing into the ground.
In the tower Colonel Woof watched as a bent, wobbly motorcycle wheel rolled past the observation tower and looked to the Cavalry Colonel.
Colonel Moore shrugged, "Like I said, there are some mishaps. Two out of twelve isn't bad though, when you consider what's left just got deployed in a fraction of the time and effort of trucking them in."
Colonel Woof was grinning, "It's not bad. Not bad at all. Now I know why they call 1st Cav the Crazy Horses. Lets go take a look at our gear, eh?"
The two Colonels and the group of officers descended the tower to head out into the field and examine the results of the demonstration.