NationStates Jolt Archive

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IC:

At sea, near Vladistov

The Allaneans had arrived to the place of battle. Here, at Vladistov, they expected to crush their communist foe, to deliver a symbolic victory to the enemy. It was here that they expected to gain glory for themselves and freedom for millions of people around the world.

Already now, two more of the Svarog-class Monitors were preparing to fire. Once more, two separate salvoes of missiles would pierce the sky, leaving trails of bloodied smoke behind them. Three hundred missiles were launched at the Stoklomolvian Kremlin – careful, however, to leave its famous clock tower unaffected by the barrage. It was needed for later. One thousand missiles aimed at the surviving SAM sites.


Now, it would take the Allanean weaponry not several hours, but several minutes to reach its targets – the remaining SAM positions across Vladistov. Less then five minutes separated the launches. It was not possible for the SAM operators to meaningfully reload after the first attack if they fired to divert it.

And the Allaneans were already preparing a new attack

It is said that the pre-dawn hours are the worst for the human body from the point of view of biological clocks. It is at that time that most hospital patients die. It is at that time that military attacks are staged upon enemies.

And so it was with the Allaneans.

At three hours fifty five minutes, local time, several dozen aircraft decoys were fired by the carriers' air patrol groups in the vague direction of Vladistov. They were tiny decoys, not more than ninety pounds in weight – but they had the RADAR signature of B-52 strategic bombers, all the more to confuse the surviving SAM gunners and distract their fire even more.

At four o'clock in the morning, Electronic Warfare crews aboard the Allanean ships activates their jamming equipment, channeling the immense power of their ships' engines into RADAR and communications jammers, operating on the Stoklomolvian frequencies.

From the carriers, squadrons of light bombers and an escort – a single squadron of fighters and two EW planes – rose into the sky. The bombers carried smart bombs, whereas the fighters were equipped with air-to-air missiles – but the Allaneans did not expect significant resistance in the air. The job of the fighters was simple – locate the infamous Stoklomolvian nuclear cannon and destroy them, softening the area up for a landing.

The Allanean planes rose into the sky, the fire of their engines burning as tiny stars across the night sky. They left behind them the landing lights of their carriers – and, far in the East, the horizon, lighting up with the first promise of dawn.

The city of Vladistov was a grim place to be during the war. Not a single civilian remained in the city, and the only soldiers who were actually present were marching about the few clean roads there were in the city. Some two thousand mobile S-400 sites were dotted around the city, while a few hundred static defence emplacements were located along the outskirts to the west, north, and east. To the south was the harbour, once a bustling trading post but now a desolate concrete park with no activity in sight. Even the airport, an unmistakable and hilariously huge structure that was some ten kilometres across was unused. The military section of the airport was also rather empty, with most of the planes being based in Jilin and Heilongjiang. A few airstrips were present a dozen kilometres north of Vladistov, but not even those were used. To an outside observer, the lack of life made Vladistov, the Stoklomolvi capital, look like Chernobyl in the Ukraine of Russia.

Regardless, the troops in the area who manned the tall radar spires [and tall they were, giant metal constructs with spindly arms jutting all over the place] soon began to pick up radar signatures of mass Tomahawk missiles inbound on the Kremlin again. The soldiers in the city assumed it was from Allanea, and shot down most of the Tomahawk missiles with the S-400 missiles. As they reloaded, point-defence systems on the Kremlin itself destroyed the remainder, which were either sent off-course or exploded in mid-air. Either way, the Kremlin was undamaged, and a few apartment complexes around the Kremlin were flattened entirely. Soon after, another wave of missiles were launched, this time towards the SAM sites. The S-400 launchers in the city merely drove around, Tomahawk missiles blowing up in the streets and toppling more communal apartments. A few launchers were destroyed, but it was not truly damaging. Outside the city, the static emplacements were struck constantly by the missiles, and in the end only a dozen launchers remained, all of them to the east of Vladistov.

Another wave was detected, and again the launchers drove about the city, missiles exploding randomly in the streets. By this point, the rubble grew too thick to effectively dodge the missiles, and nearly three hundred launchers were blown to pieces. Luckily, fewer than forty men were killed, as the remainder exited their launchers and fled for cover. As they were useless in the city, they retreated to the Kremlin or the outskirts, where they would hide until they were needed.

Soon after the missile attack ended, the men in the radar spires began to view distortions on their radar screens, and it was assumed that the Allaneans were beginning radar jamming procedures in preparation for only one thing: invasion. Stoklomolvi men in the hardened bunkers switched over to phone-lines for communication, as radio was no longer an option. The S-400 launchers, then, were rather isolated, As the frequency was edging into the x-ray range, communication lessened dramatically, and the radarmen relied on frequency hopping to continue to use radar. One by one, in addition, the radar spires were lowered into the ground for the radar domes to take over, as the spires would be easily targeted by the Allanean aircraft. Regardless, the radar detection coverage was greatly hampered, and communications centres from the north of Vladistov started spamming unencrypted gibberish messages with official-looking content at the Allanean fleet out of hopes that the messages would be intercepted and that they would attempt to decode the apparently encrypted messages.

Meanwhile, as the radar over Vladistov was down, radar in Japan started detecting massive numbers of Allanean aircraft heading over to Vladistov. Some thousand S-400 missiles were fired at the intruders, though by this point the Japanese occupation forces were more concerned with stamping out the Japanese partisans who were popping up all over the country at this point. Already, Dongjing [Tokyo] was seized, and a Topol-M missile with a several nuclear warheads was launched to eradicate the rebel forces there. The spectacular explosion wiped out all life for many kilometres, and the Stoklomolvi forces took extra caution to not get into the irradiated zone. Meanwhile, Yakovlev Yak-28 fighters were scrambled from the airfields in Jilin and Liaoning and sent to defend Vladistov from the huge morass of aircraft from Allanea. Two huge clouds of planes shrouded the sky from view of ground observers.

Suddenly, the screens of the Allanean RADAR filled with hundreds of red blips. For a few minutes, the Allanean naval crews believed that these were fake – decoys like the ones the Allaneans themselves were fond of using in battle. But that was soon proven to be false.

“King, this is Cherokee Six, I have inbound bogies everywhere, I am estimating hundreds of enemy aircraft, repeat, hundreds, visual contact - “

And then there was nothing but static as the Stoklomolvian SAMs overtook the bomber squadron. There were attempts to divert the attention of the enemy, and, to be sure, some of the missiles would surely miss – but with thousands of enemy missiles targeting them, the bomber crews simply could not survive.

In the meanwhile, the navy had problems of its own to deal with. As orbital satellites confirmed a thermonuclear explosion in Japan, one thing was becoming stark clear to the Allanean command – that the enemy was ready to deploy nuclear weapons even against Stoklomolvi's own territories. Some would have surely derided the locals for this tactic – but the Allaneans, instead, prepared themselves for what was almost bound to come.

*

All personnel, this is a level Red nuclear alert. I repeat, level Red. Get your protective gear immediately. There is a high likelihood of enemy nuclear attack. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a grill. Get your protective gear immediately. There is a high likelihood of enemy nuclear attack. I repeat, this is not a drill...

There was no panic or chaos – except the usual virtual chaos of military actions that have been drilled and drilled time and time again. It might seem to a civilian that the sailors were simply rushing to and fro in a mindless panic – but, in truth, they were prepared. They knew where their emergency gear was, where their iodine rations were, where their battle-stations were. The Allaneans' own nuclear weapon storage was accessed, and troops were already wheeling out and preparing what was needed if the Stoklomolvians were indeed willing to use a nuclear weapon on the fleet.

*

Of the initial Allanean incursion force, only about two dozen fighters remained. They were the lighter Blackburn FGR-2 fighters. Their stealth features and the work of their electronic warfare escorts were the only reason that George Kinnheim was still alive. But it almost felt that this was about to change.

For unfolding in front of him on his RADAR screen was the nightmare of any fighter pilot. Thousands of enemy craft, as far as the RADAR could reach, closing in on him from three directions. Soon, they would converge – and there was no way in which he could...

“CLIMB! CLIBM NOW!”

The lead plane went nearly vertical – up, up, towards the saving embrace of the sky, where the altitude advantage of the FGR-2 would probably – probably! shield it from most of the planes that Stoklomolvi had in its arsenal.

“Dragon-beater, this is Unit Six, I have confirmation on the bogies. These are Fruit Flies, I repeat, estimated identification – Fruit Fly.”

As he climbed, Kinnheim realized that he was actually at an advantage – because unless the AWACS people had something terribly wrong, he was about to be confronted by a giant air armada – composed of Yak-28 fighters.

“Bogies in range!” - one of the other pilots screamed, letting loose a pair of long-range missiles. Seconds later, Kinnheim locked on Yak-28 fighter and let fired one of his own – and then another one, at the poor Stoklomolvian's wingman.

Seconds later, two of the red blips went out. Somewhere over Vladistov, two planes were tumbling from the skies like falling angels, leaving trails of acrid black smoke as the city roofs approached inexorably.

And so it began. The Yak-28 lacked stealth and speed, and could not outrun or dodge the Allanean missiles at such a limited range – whereas the Allanean planes were riding beyond the upper range of what the Yaks could even attack.

Here they were – over the very enemy lines, hundreds of glinting plain-metal airplanes coming by within seconds - and then the Allanean planes turned and let fly with their short-range missiles. Yet again, the results were devastating – before him, Kinnheim saw several enemy planes catch fire. At this range, even a plane like his could not possibly dodge – though of course, some of his pilots still missed. Nothing is ever perfect.

Kinnheim himself, however, was not this unlucky. The Squadron Leader had taken down four enemy planes today – he was nearly an ace.

He fought the temptation to get down there and earn his ace badge the hard way, with his cannon. He knew that despite whatever advantages he may have possessed, the enemy were just too many. It was time to go for the obvious backup plan.

Out of ammunition, the Allaneans turned toward their fleet and ran like hell. They knew the enemy was not likely to catch up – but they hoped that they would give chase.

From the ground, all one could see was a cloud of fire and smoke in the sky. Yakovlevs circled around the airspace above Vladistov, helplessly attempting to engage the fighters high above with machine guns as missiles struck down the aircraft one by one. The outdated planes, mere cannon fodder piloted by volunteers, would not last long in any conflict, but would distract the Allaneans from the true threat of the S-400 launchers below the cloud. Periodically, the planes would move into doughnut formations to allow S-400 missiles to streak through the holes, though at points this would fail and the missile would explode some of the Yakovlevs. It was a miserable battle, and some score of Yak-28 craft were destroyed.

When the Allaneans retreated, the pilots of the Yakovlevs saw they had their chance for glory. Some hundred planes gave chase, falling nicely into the trap set by the Allaneans, while the remainder headed for the airfields for repairs and refuelling. Radiomen attempted to contact the planes and order them to return, but communications frequencies were jammed and contact was broken after a while. The planes headed off for certain doom as they flew over Ribendao [Honshu] to the Allanean fleet.

Meanwhile, on the main island, more fighting was taking place, and by this point Dongjing [Tokyo] was reoccupied by nuclear-combat troops. The rebel forces dove into hiding, but in a brave ambush attack the city of Ribenzhong [Kyoto] was captured. Again, a Topol-M missile was launched, and forces retreated from the zone. In a bright, fiery explosion, Ribenzhong, along with its two million Japanese inhabitants, was annihilated. Not a single man remained, and nuclear-combat troops moved in to retake the city. Suddenly, troops from all over Ribendao retreated to the ends, as nearly a dozen nuclear missiles flew from the mainland, over the Eastern Sea, and into the island. In an instant, nearly seventy million lives were lost, as nuclear explosions shook and irradiated the island. Nuclear-combat troops were sent, as the conventional troops struck guerillas in the ends of the island where rebel presence was low.

The Stelimov living on Jiuzhoudao [Kyushu], Siguodao [Shikoku], and Beihaidao [Hokkaido] applauded, as the Japanese living on those islands had been expelled from their homes to the main island as punishment for their invasions of Stoklomolvi during the Second Patriotic War. A nuclear silo on Siguodao opened to much celebration as yet another nuclear missile flew and struck a suspected rebel position. It was true that some thousand rebel forces were hiding in the city that was destroyed, but so were nearly one million Japanese civilians, who nearly all died from the initial blast or the residual radiation. The survivors looked more like zombies than humans, and as the nuclear-combat troops entered the city again the survivors were executed without mercy. No attempts were even made to help them, and instead they were shot.

In all, over seventy six million Japanese, nearly all of them civilians who at one point supported the government of Stoklomolvi, were killed in a blanket nuclear attack. No signs of remorse, regret, or even guilt were shown by any of the nuclear weapons operators, who merely laughed and joked about such a serious catastrophe against human rights. A mere ten million Japanese people remained alive in Stoklomolvi, all of whom now hated the Stoklomolvi government for the atrocity they committed against the Japanese people.

"Mother of God!" – Kinnheim executed a single loop, strafing one of the Yakovlevs that were even now pursuing him. It was almost like target practice – the ancient plane lacked any kind of cannon, and went down, trailing smoke.

"Mother of God, these Communists are actually going for it!"

The Yakovlevs burst into the firing zone of the Allanean anti-air missile cruisers. It was there that the true slaughter began. The missile cruisers and their frigate escorts met the Stoklomolvian craft with a salvo of two hundred long-range missiles at half their maximum range, and then double that amount of the shorter range variants. The close air patrol of the carriers, even the patrolling anti-submarine helicopters – everybody poured fire into the approaching Stoklomolvian jets. Even the helicopter pilots hoped that they would be able to down an enemy fighter and to claim credit for this battle.

The Allaneans shuddered, of course, at the incredible violence that was even now occurring in Japan – but they had other business to attend to.

Dozens upon dozens of Stoklomolvian jets plummeted into the Sea of Japan, as the Allanean missile crews did their job – methodically pumping missiles and CIWS cannon-fire into the oncoming horde. As they passed over the Allanean battle-lines, the Stoklomolvians exposed themselves to the fire of more and more weapons – down to man-portable SAMs that were never really intended as anything more than emergency, last-ditch defense.

By noon the attack was over. The Stoklomolvian volunteer pilots were either dead or returned to their hangars on the mainland. The waters around the Allanean fleet were peppered now with slowly-sinking aircraft wreckage, the bodies of pilots in life jackets, and oil patches where a Yakovlev hit the water. If some pilots were still alive, and they were fished out of the water for questioning. The dead, too, were being fished out – for the Allaneans were not done with them yet.

*

13:00

The conference room was full with cheering officers. Indeed, they had good reason to cheer. The Grand-Admiral herself was perched precariously on a large chair – her buttocks on the top of the chair and her legs on the seat – as she clapped her hands twice for quiet.

"Gentlemen! I would like to congratulate all of you. In the past six hours, our air group engaged an enemy that outnumbered them fifty to one, and defeated him in the air. In particular I would like to congratulate Lieutenant Kinnheim, who has accomplished the impossible, taking down five enemy planes and earning his ace badge on his first combat flight."

"However, not all is right with the world. While you were out fighting for justice and liberty, the Stoklomolvians committed a major genocide. In the last six hours, they utilized thermonuclear weapons to exterminate over 76 million ethnic Japanese – more people that Hitler and Stalin murdered."

The Ryouese expat jumped off her chair. "Ladies and gentlemen, for a moment I suspected that the Stoklomolvian leadership is deliberately trying to provoke us into killing them all and putting them out of their misery. Because now it is an imperative for us to do that – as soon as possible. For every hour, every minute we delay our punishment, thousands and millions more innocents will die. We must act swiftly – so, if it was their goal to provoke us into destroying their government, they succeeded. Congratulations, Mr. Stuyonovich. As the Japanese you slaughter would say: Omedeta, motherfucker."

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now our duty to destroy the air complement protecting Vladistov. We must do so swiftly – because the sooner we land, the sooner we stop the slaughter.

14:30

Yet again, two of the Allanean monitors came alive. Their salvo was now directed not at the Stoklomolvian Kremlin. It had been delayed, because it was necessary to fit some of the Tomahawks with a special kind of warhead – but now, it was possible to carry out the strike. Three hundred missiles were equipped with cluster anti-runway munitions, and the other carried ordinary HE warheads – all aimed at the enemy's hangars and runways, attempting to take down the enemy's planes on the ground.

And from the Allanean and CSS carriers, fighter aircraft were beginning to take off. It would take some time for the formations to be off the carriers – but the Allaneans and the Confederates knew what they were doing.

15:30

The force was out now – 500 of the heavy air superiority Blackburn Mark I fighters, 80 EW craft, and a hundred bombers, equipped with anti-runway munitions. They were headed towards the enemy's airfields.

As they entered a range of seven hundred kilometers from the enemy, the bombers unleashed a single AS-62 missile each, targeting a variety of buildings near the enemy runways – whatever looked like storage, hangars, or administrative buildings.

Then they started climbing, hoping to get out of the combat ceiling of the enemy aircraft before they could scramble.

And back home on the carriers, a new strike was already being prepared, to follow up on this one as soon as it was driven home.

Reserved for future post.

My sincere apologies for the delay; I've been rather busy. Will finish other post as well.