NationStates Jolt Archive

Gewalt Industries National Headquarters, CEO's Office:

Alojz Kazimier closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair as he supressed the anger rising in him. Since he had become CEO of Gewalt Industries, the corporation that ruled Enkavia with an iron fist, things had been going great. At least, they had been until now.

"And why, James, are profits falling?" He asked, opening his eyes again to stare at the trembling man before him.

"Well sir." James Newton began, nervously straightening his tie. "Our growth into foreign markets has come to a near standstill. We have expanded into our close neighbors as much as possible, but seem to have reached maximum saturation levels within those nations, and as a landlocked nation have no feasible way to ship our products overseas."

"Well, Nagiyuma borders us to the east, what of sending our products through their ports? Does their government still deny us access to their markets?"

"Indeed sir, they aren't letting any of our products into the country." Newton was sweating heavily. Kazimier, like his predecessors, had acheived the position of CEO through a combination of cleverness, ruthlessness, and a total lack of any moral code, and had cut a bloody path to the top of the corporation, arranging the deaths of any who stood in his way. People generally did not wish to give such men ill news, and Newton was no exception.

Kazimier sat for a moment, pondering the situation, and slowly a sadistic grin spread over his face. "Tell me James, is Nagiyuma rich in natural resources?"

"Yes sir, they have an abundance of raw materials."

"And their military, would you say that it is in a state of readiness for conflict?"

"I don't think so sir." Newton said, a feeling of dread slowly coming over him as he began to grasp what Kazimier was getting at. "They are a rather peaceful nation, and havent been involved in any military engagements for a long time. Also, unlike us, they maintain a navy, which is a large drain on their military budget, and restricts the size of their army and, to a lesser extent, their air force."

"Exellent." Kazimier smiled. "You may go."

"Yes sir." Newton replied, bowing and hurrying out of the room.

Alojz Kazimier pressed a button on his desk, activating the intercom to his secretary's office. "Jackson?"

"Yes sir"

"Please summon the heads of the GI security forces to my office."

"They will be up shortly, sir."

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Enkavian-Nagiyuman Border, six weeks later:

The barren, rolling hills that made up the southern portion of the border between the the nations of Enkavia and Nagiyuma were cloaked in red light as the sun began to slip under the horizon. A wild dog wandered along the deserted road that connected the two countries, sniffing the ground for something to eat or the scent of a small animal. It stopped sniffing, and lifted it's head up, perking it's ears up as a faint rumbling came from the west, slowly growing louder until it was a roar, and a massive line of Enkavian tanks slowly appeared over the horizon. Nearly six million men of the Gewalt Industries Security Forces, about a third of which had been "employed" only about five weeks previously as part of a draft, began to march across the border into Nagiyuma as hundreds of jets passed overhead.

OOC: a full ORBAT will be in next post

((Check TGs Enkavia.))

Ft St. Halford, 3 miles east Nagiyuma Western Border, 7:07 P.M.


Major Mark Dillard sat at his desk, and peered out the western window of his office. He had just finished his Quartermaster duties for the barracks, ordering new clothes and training ammunition. He sighed and relaxed in his chair, running his fingers through his short hair. A career military man, he had watched his father go off and fight the Civil War when he was a small boy, and followed in his footsteps, rising to Major before it being determined that that was his highest potency.

"This wasn't why I signed up to serve my nation... certainly didn't expect to be serving her by ordering new pairs of undies..." he muttered.

Scratching nonchalantly at his chin as he relaxed, musing over the remainder of the day, he thought he could hear the sound of a jet in the distance. It was a common sound, the Air Force being the nation's shining achievement and all.

He smirked.

"Running more damned drills, those airboys?"

As Enkavia possessed no navy to speak of, the nation had been forced to resort to other methods of storing and launching their stockpile of cruise missiles should a need for them arise. The country had constructed a number of missile bases designed solely for such missiles, filling them with VLS launchers. From these launchers now came a total of fifteen hundred tomahawk missiles. two-thirds of these would target Nagiyuma's primary western airbases, in the hope that such a strike would cripple the nation's air force. The rest were aimed at any Nagiyuman military bases within several hundred miles of the border between the two nations. Wave after wave of missiles streaked across the sky over the Enkavian army towards their targets.

Over Ft. St. Halford:

As it passed over the fort far below, an Enkavian B-1B Lancer released it's payload, a single BLU-82 "Daisy Cutter" bomb. Immediately it began turning, the bomber and it's twelve fighter escort of F-16's starting on their way back to Enkavia. All along the border of Nagiyuma, fifty more identical groups of aircraft approached Nagiyuman bases.

Nagiyuman-Enkavian Border:

General Mark Hooper laughed to himself as he looked out of the top hatch of one of the Enkavian tanks. They probably don't even know we are coming. Fools. He looked to his left, where the army stretched as far as he could see, each man keeping in time as they marched forward. Ah, war. How glorious it is.

Nagiyuma's systems, designed for such an attack on air bases, rang with warnings and the word was sent. All the bases that could adequately defend themselves from the LACM's would try, with the rest of the bases attempting to retreat all personnel and send combat forces west.

The LACM's, being hard to detect and track, hit most targets, with less than half being intercepted. Two of Nagiyuma's five main bases sustained critical damage, one being destroyed outright.

Fortunately, a high percentage of Nagiyuma's air bases were left intact,about 60%, and most of the hangars in the ones destroyed weren't full due to scheduled practices and drills and had been scrambeld at the alert. The jets that made it were told to head west.

The strikes on the GI bases were devastating. about 85% of them were, for all practical purposes, destroyed. Of those 85%, half didn't even receive news of an attack or orders to evacuate in time.
The plane-to-base bombs were effective, but only on the bases without a hangar.

.......

Ft. St. Halford, 7:09 P.M.

Dillard was taking his routine stroll around the base's outer wall when he spotted some planes in the sky.
He knew immediately something was wrong. Nagiyuma's planes never flew in a direct path over the base, much less this close to it. And it seemed that the planes' path would take them directly over the base!
It was no drill run.
The base had no defense against an air strike whatsoever, being a training base.

"Lieutenant!" Dillard yelled into the training yard. "Get all the men out! now!"
He ran to the comm center.
"Get me Shinozo Ich! Someone's flying over and they're not friendly!"
In a few seconds he was on the mic himself, ordering the troops out of the base as fast as they could run.
"Base Shinozo Ich, this is Ft. St. Halford, Major Dillard here, and I believe the base is about to be attacked. I'm evacuating all the men that I can, sir, and I'm sorry if I'm wrong."
"You're not, Major," the main base replied."Now get out of there!"

Major Dillard made it out of the base just as the Daisy cutter was dropped. About half of the base's occupants had made it to the vehicles, and they were on their way East, inland.
It hit Dillard in the face, the realization.
Did anybody warn Touslin, the nearby city?

OOC: .....hello?

OOC (considering I have none...): Can I join this? What does TG mean? And is this open; presumably the two of you know each other?

OOC (considering I have none...): Can I join this? What does TG mean? And is this open; presumably the two of you know each other?

OOC: TG means Telegram

Approaching Touslin:

General Hooper was beside himself with satifaction, the initial attack was going perfectly. The Nagiyuman forces near the broder would no doubt be in complete disarray, and it appeared as though none had been yet sent to fortify the city of Touslin, where the Enkavian troops were heading. Hooper could not help but laughing. If things continue at this rate, we will conquer half the country in few weeks.

Touslin, Western City Limits:

The workers of Touslin made their ways home from a day's labor, unaware as of yet of any attack upon their country. Slowly, from the west a buzzing noise began to grow, and over the horizon appeared nearly fifteen hundred helicopters. About eighty of these were heavy gunships, the rest being transports carrying several thousand of the Gewalt Industries' elite shock troops. The helicopters passed over the suburbs, heading towards the city center. As they flew over a police station, several of the Apache gunships stopped, firing several salvos of rockets at the structure.

OOC: how many fighters are being scrambled?

OOC: I'd say about 500-600 are in the air right now, with more to come later. It's only been like what, not even an hour in the story? and don't worry things will go faster later on (I hope lol)

IC: The residents of Touslin within a few blocks around that area hear the explosion of the police force and looked out to a nasty shock of a bunch of foreign gunships and transport choppers appearing around the buildings.
"Where are our troops!?" one bystander asked vainly. "They'll be here soon right!? They have to be on their way..."

.........................

several hundred men, poorly armed, heading east.... no chance against what is undoubtedly a large force. Probably landing in Touslin right now....

"Lieutenant!" Dillard shouted, over the roar of the truck's engine. "Radio in to the nearest base, tell them to prepare to deploy for Touslin!"
"Yes sir!" the lieutenant shouted back. He got on to the radio and tuned the dial, referring to a frequency list. "Base 21-Z, this is Base 39-k! Prepare all available infantry to deploy to Touslin! ..........I don't care if Main Base Two hasn't told you to, Touslin needs our help!" The lieutenant sighed, and shook his head, and a few minutes of heated conversation later was yelling at the person on the other side of the radio. "FINE THEN!! PREPARE GEAR FOR ABOUT TWO HUNDRED FUCKING MEN IN A FUCKING TASK FORCE!!! WE'LL BE THERE SHORTLY TO PICK THE GEAR UP!! AND HAVE GAS CANS TOO SO WE CAN FUCKING REFUEL!!!!"

The lieutenant shut the radio off violently and took deep breaths to tr to get the red out of his face.

"They won't send troops sir," he said. "We'll have to go alone with what we have. Maybe we could get a few tanks from the base..."

Dillard nodded and contemplated the situation.
"Might want to tell them to gear up to defend the base, also, Lieutenant. I don't think planes and choppers are the only guests we're going to have to deal with."