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IC:
Chanceller Palpentine made the announcment from his office, he stared into the camera, and with a voice of steel he declared:

"For too long the South has mocked us, first breaking away from the ideals and dreams of a united nation, and forming their own, barbaric nationstate.
They now mock us by parading the streets! Burning the North Defesian flag! I have ordered bombers to wipe out the South Defesian military complex, this nation will be united! Under my glory and leadership, I can bring a new age! I will unite this broken continent! No longer will there be a border between Defesians! All hail Palpentine! All hail Defese!"
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The people were stunned, staring at their telivision screens with a look of horror. No one wanted another war, but no one could go against the Chanceller...
With a great sadness, the men of North Defese sat by their phones, and waited for the call...
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FAST FOWARD
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The South Defesian capital was in ruins, the entire SD army was in chaos, and now international community is reacting.



ooc: no dogpiling

The Gordonopian airborne troops landed in gliders in a field near the Gordonopain division. They rushed out, and headed to the division's camp, were defenses were being set up.
One group arrived and asked to see the commanding officer. They were immediately rushed to the command tent, were they were greeted by the Major General.

"Ah, welcome Field Marshal. Our defenses are in place."
"Good."

OOC: Sorry, I was on SD's side even two threads ago...

Generalissimo Grimmeberger ordered Col.General Hohenzorn into his office.

"Sit down, Erik. I have a job for you," Grimmeberger began.

"Yes?"

"You recall our promises of support to South Defese?"

"Yes."

"The North has declared war on 'em. You are now in command of the Defesian Expeditionary Force. Crush 'em."

"Yessir."

"Excellent. Now get to it. I have a war to declare."

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An hour later, Grimmeberger made the public announcement.

"Because of the hostile and utterly stupid actions of North Defese, we will be dispatching 24 divisions to defend South Defese. As of this morning, a state of war has existed between the Federation and North Defese."

OOC: I'm posting my ORBAT now.
*All divisions have attached artillery battalions

IC:
Operation Crazy Train
Fanboyist Defese Expeditionary Force
CO: Col.General Erik Hohenzorn
Total Forces: 24 divisions (8 armoured)* (607,200 Infantry, 1008 MBTs) + logistics vehicles that I'm too lazy to list

Army Group West
CO: Maj.General Peter Churchill
41st Armoured Division - 24,900 Infantry, 126 M-21A1 Valkyrie MBT's
42nd Armoured Division - 24,900 Infantry, 126 M-21A1 Valkyrie MBT's
43rd Armoured Division - 24,900 Infantry, 126 M-21A1 Valkyrie MBT's
44th Armoured Division - 24,900 Infantry, 126 M-21A1 Valkyrie MBT's
81st, 82nd, 83rd, and 84th Infantry Divisions - each is 25,500 Infantry
85th, 86th, 87th, and 88th Infantry Divisions - each is 25,500 Infantry

Army Group East
CO: Maj.General Horatio Williams
45th Armoured Division - 24,900 Infantry, 126 M-21A1 Valkyrie MBT's
46th Armoured Division - 24,900 Infantry, 126 M-21A1 Valkyrie MBT's
47th Armoured Division - 24,900 Infantry, 126 M-21A1 Valkyrie MBT's
48th Armoured Division - 24,900 Infantry, 126 M-21A1 Valkyrie MBT's
89th, 90th, 91st, and 92nd Infantry Divisions - each is 25,500 Infantry
93rd, 94th, 95th, and 96th Infantry Divisions - each is 25,500 Infantry

OOC: I was on SD side from the outset, however I know ND has one ally, who has had special forces invade my nation to try and get me to pull out. So ND your not alone.

CIC, WHS Red Fang, Task Force Red Fang, Off Southern Defence Coast
"Sir, we have cleared that Electronic jamming, Radar and data uplinks comming back online now!" Yelled out a Radar tech from his console in the CIC. "Very good! Get me the Sat-uplink of the Souther Defence Capital, I need to see the situation....Also try and raise Major General Hawker, he was in the capital, I need to speak with him." Admiral Jacobs was stressing. Several hours ago there systems had suffered critical system faliure and they had been out of it. Now they needed to get back into the fight. "Sir, You need to see this!" Called out the Information Officer. Walking over to his display screen, Admirals Jacobs mouth dropped open. "The Capital....Its gone.....Major General Hawker must be dead. God Damn it, North Defence must of atacked, Get me a line to Central Command!" The Bridge crew snapped to attention and suddenly moved with a purpose.

Here is a map, MS paint wont work.
http://www.gettingaway.com/directory/pacific/Pictures/Australia_Map.jpg

North Defese consists of:
Western Australia Northern Territory and South Australia.

South Defese is made up of:
Queensland, New South Wales, and New Zealand. Imagion New Zealand just off the Eastern coast, thats about the best map I can do. :(


Air Base
Lillipin City
Northern Shore

The 12 Su-30 MKI's were prepped, and began to taxi down the run-way. Their current orders were to scout the northern coast and report and engage any enemy aircraft entering ND airspace.

Col.General Erik Hohenzorn was swearing. Loudly.

"Get your f*cking *sses moving you lousy motherf*cking sons of b*tches!" He was very frustrated with the rate at which the force had been disembarking. "For motherf*ckers that were itching to get into a fight a few days ago, y'all sure are moving f*cking slow as sh*t!"

The long trip over by ship landing at the very southern edge of South Defesian territory had not been kind to him. He had been seasick most of the way and was in a godawful mood.

At least all the tanks and artillery (including AA) had been unloaded. So anyone trying to attack them at this point would be in for a nasty surprise, at least....
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A few days later....

The Fanboyist Defesian Expeditionary Force had finally gotten moving (and had been seriously hauling butt since then). They were only hours away from (what was left of) the capital. They planned to make contact with whatever remained of the South Defesian military and to plann defenses against the Northern aggressors (OOC: Sounds like a certain American Civil War, actually).

ooc: Dont even justidy him with a response

IC:

The Northern Airforce was able to manuvuor around Southern airspace relatively freely, with only pockets of Anti Air defeces.

And F22 Rapter managed to spot Fanboyist troops offloading supplies, and relayed his find to Air Command.
With that done, he banked a hard left, and flew back to ND airspace to refuel.

OOC: Is SD still on? Should I be waiting for orders? More importantly, is SD's military even still alive?

IC:
In the meantime, the FDEF had been busy near the ruins of the SD capital. They had created a fortified camp, with their rocket artillery loaded with SAMs to discourage air attack, and their propelled howitzers ready to fire on attackers on the ground, while armour crews were on high alert.

Col.General Hohenzorn had ordered a general search earlier for whatever might remain of the Southern Military or Government for instructions. Because he thus far had not gotten any or found any, he was on soldier default mode: Find/wait for the enemy, then kill him dead.

Two F-35 Lightning II's were patrolling the skys over the shoreline, and spotted the Northern plane on the radar, it appeared that it didnt spot them, so they banked right and armed their weapons. They didnt report the contact to their superiors, since their superiors were no longer alive.

OOC: SD, is any of your military or governmental leadership still alive?

"So general, how are your defenses?"
"They are good field marshal. With all of the work we've been doing, we could withstand an attack by a whole corps. Plus, now we have two more divisions."
"Good. Are all of your men here?"
"Yes they are. Oh, and how long until the main force arrives?"
"About two days. I have a question. Does anyone know where the hell the South Defese government is?"
"No, if any are still alive, they are the only ones who know."
"Okay then. I'll have my SPARTAN company search the capitol for them."
"You have SPARTANS with you?"
"Of course. You never know when you might need them."
"Yes sir."

Finally, in spite of failing to find the South Defese government or military, Hohenzorn managed to raise the Gordonopian General on the communications network.

"General, this is Col.General Erik Hohenzorn of the Fanboyist Defesian Expeditionary Force, sent to aid the South Defesian government. We should coordinate our forces if we have the same mission. Please reply. It would also be appreciated if you could identify yourself, as 'General' is too vague."

"Hello Col. General. This is Major General Erich Hoss along with Field Marshal William Roark. He is the overall commander of all of our forces. We agree that it would be good to coordinate our men. What do you have in mind. We currently have 3 divisions in the area, but 600,000 more men are on the way."

With the Fanboy troops coordinated reported to Centeral Air Command, and relayed to appropriate sources, they were now in great danger.

North Defese began firing artillary, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Gun5a.jpg, at the fanboy forces from the mountions in SD territory.
15 Battaries were involved in the barrage.

ooc: Sorry for the cra;ppy post, still trying to get situated.

OOC: Just to be clear on this, where is the SD capital and said mountains? Just wondering. I did see the map, but I'm not sure where everything is.

IC:
"Well, what I had in mind was coordinating any targeting or enemy disposition information, and coordinating our troops to get more done with what we have. We have a total of 607,200 infantry and 1,008 tanks, or 24 divisions. And--" he broke off as the artillery barrage started. "OH SHIT! Commander Barkely! Return fire! All Howitzers! And get the 41A's (41st Armoureds) to go after that position! Tell 'em to clear 'em out! And reload some of the Manticores (rocket artillery) with indirect fire rockets! But only a few! We may still need the SAM's!"

"Listen, Field Marshal, General, we are under artillery fire. We're sending troops to supress it. Can you cover our rear in case the enemy tries anything tricky?"

The 126 tanks and panzergrenadiers attached to the 41st began rolling off towards the hills wherin the enemy artillery was hiding. Meanwhile, the howitzers belched fire and smoke back at the artillery, using hastily gathered targeting information, which ultimately was accurate enough to singe at least a few of the enemy (OOC: I'll leave your casualties from the counter-barrage up to you, ND).

In the meantime, the 41st was making good progress, and were moving fast enough that most (if not all) had managed to avoid drawing fire so far.

Luckily, the dispersal of the camp prevented monstrous casualties, but a good 1,500 men died in the barrage, and another 5,000 were injured in varying degrees.

"I'm sorry sir. We can't do that, as we're to far away. We could send some air support from our fleet though, I believe it's close enough."

ooc: ill gladly accept any map someone makes.

ic:

5 AH-1 Cobra's, along with 6 AH-64 Apache's were deployed to dispatch the Fanboy troops.

They were ordered to wait until the enemy moved foward to when they attempt to supress the artillary, then engage the remaining forces left behind from the rear.

And a small division of tanks, consiting of 50 T-90S Main Battle Tanks. They were to split, and harrass the enemy from its sides.

The shells continued to harry the Col.Gen. "Yes, air support would be very, very nice. We forgot to bring some ourselves, and decided artillery and AA artillery would be good enough. So air support would be very good. Thank you."

The attack helicopters struck fast, launching Hellfire missles at the enemy artillary peices.

The machine guns attached the the Apaches procedeed to fire at any Fanboy soldier or light vehicle it could spot.

A barrage of missles were let loose, and a few attack helicopters launched flares into the air, it seemed like a defence tactic, but it was really to signal the tanks to attack the enemy troops.

When they saw the signal, the tanks began the move to the Fanboy position, firing while they moved.

ooc: ill gladly accept any map someone makes.

ic:

5 AH-1 Cobra's, along with 6 AH-64 Apache's were deployed to dispatch the Fanboy troops.

They were ordered to wait until the enemy moved foward to when they attempt to supress the artillary, then engage the remaining forces left behind from the rear.

And a small division of tanks, consiting of 50 T-90S Main Battle Tanks. They were to split, and harrass the enemy from its sides.

OOC: I just want to make sure you realize what you're doing here. You are sending 50 MBTs and a few copters to attack my ENTIRE army (as posted in my ORBAT), which has several hundred thousand infantry and hundreds of tanks. One of my armoured divisions has 126 tanks alone, and I brought 8 of 'em. I will continue assuming you knew what you were doing, but if you didn't I will edit it. Sorry for the long OOC.

IC: The attached rocket artillery couldn't believe what they were seeing: 11 helecopters meant to take out an armoured division, along with about 50 tanks in assistance. The SAM artillery responded to the helecopters with a salvo of roughly 240 Surface-to-air missiles and the M-21A1 Valkyrie tanks began engaging their opposite numbers (outnumbering them by 126-50) and leaving the panzergrenadiers (carabiners) free to mop up the enemy artillery, which they did by using their APC's and small arms fire to rake the enemy artillery officers.

Meanwhile, the remaining enemy tanks had numerous howitzer shells rained on them, as the fire had to be redirected to avoid hitting friendly troops. All in all, Hohenzorn thought, things were going quite well.

OOC: I'm gonna assume that as my name was not on the "Not allowed here" list, I can pop in. As I am quite a bit larger than most of you, I will retain a mostly defensive role. Oh, and I side with the oppressed SD.

"Interesting," Kazyenko said, sprawled out on a couch in front of a TV. The room was entirely dark, save the flickery light coming from the TV and illuminating the Prime Minister's face. From somewhere in the darkness came a shuffling, beckoing a quick glance from Vladimir.
"Sir, how shall we act?"
The voice was regarding the TV, which showed cutscenes and frontline footage of the North Defese invasion of it's southern neighbor.
"Like always," Kazyenko replied, his eyes still fixed onto the screen. "Get the press. It's been a while since we've made our presence known."

Kazyenko Independence Tower, Falkasia, 10:32 AM
On the white marble steps of the world's tallest building stood the Prime Minister, neatly dressed in a handmade Kiravian suit, surronded on all by assistants and staff. As the reporters in front of him waited anxiously for him to begin, he cleared his throat.

"People of Falkasia, a historic event has occured to day! Not here in our glorious country, but in the nation of South Defese. They have been invaded by their vile neighbor to the north, attempting to overthrow the leader and all form of organization in the country! It has come to our attention that such a hostile and aggressive power such as North Defese must be stopped.

He paused to catch his breath.

"Therefore.... it is with great pride and vigor that I am deploying the 1st Army Corps into South Defese to help quell the violence and ensure victory for the people of South Defese, and establish a peacible solution to quell future conflict before it begins.

ooc: What? You sent your ENTIRE army?

With nothing to defend your mainland with?

ooc: falk its already a dogpile. D:

OOC: Please read the post below your last one, ND, as I responded to the Apaches before they reached the camp. Please respond to it first, then commence the tank attack if are still going to.

OOC: Not really. It's just the four of you, what's five if one's solely in support? My mood right now dictates avoiding head-on contact with the enemy, Have a WW1 mindset after playing Aggression, lol.

ooc: What? You sent your ENTIRE army?

With nothing to defend your mainland with?

OOC: Not my entire army. 24 divisions is a fraction of my army, especially because at this point, for reasons outlined in another thread, there is a general mobilization of my country. But I did send an army. Please note the order of battle posted earlier.

The helicopters were blown out of the sky, and the tanks were ordered to retreat and regroup with the 3rd Armored Division, which consited of 82 Abrams.


meanwhile, a B-2 Spirit (Ordnance: 40,000 lb, current ordinace in jet, 10,000) was launched to try to stem the flow of Fanboyist troops spilling into the region.

CIC, Red Fang
"I can't spare any more ships . With the riots at home escelating I am trying my hardest to keep you in the theatre. However With Wolf's General Gaunt now the CIS Defence delegate I can try and get some CISFOR/CISNAV tasked to you, also we have the 38th Mechanised Infantry and the 98th Armoured comming off CISFOR rotation, We are tasking them to your force. I am going to start pushin General Gaunt for CISFOR troops as well, That is all I can give you at the moment"
"Very good Sir, We will take any help you can give us would be apprecited but it seems that a few nations are involved, so we could just use a few more ships and aircraft to provide CAS. Otherwise thank you Admiral"
"Sorry I can't give you more son, Port Palla Naval Base Out"
Admiral Jacobs put down the phone and headed to look over his list of forces, studying the list for a second he walked back to the radio and flicked it onto a secure broadcast.

"This is the Wolf Hold 4th Fleet to any forces supporting the Southern Defence Goverment, we are in the vecinity and are willing to provide CAS via are carrier air wing. Also we have ships with bombardment capabilites, if you require fire support we are more then happy to oblige"

OOC: Sorry all about that, but I thought you should know all that before I mauled your forces.

IC:
As the tanks fell back, the M-21A1s pursued, firing their 140mm guns at the retreating armour. Meanwhile, the carabiners from the 41st Armour proceeded to launch their counter attack at the Northern Artillery.

OOC: wait wait wait! B-2s are stealth. How can you spot them with radar?

ooc: Fanboy, the plane JUST left the airfield
and you godmodded!
And its stealth!

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

The Grand Empire has few moments to spare to create this message, but her intent is clear. It is the responsibility of the Grand Empire to issue a statement to protect the North Defesians from all foreign aggression. Should any state launch an attack on North Defese, the Grand Empire shall enter a state of war with them.

The Grand Empire gives all states involved in the conflict one-half day in order to comply with a general armistice or surrender before the Grand Empire shall deploy troops to the North Defesian cause.

Signed,

Soda Popinski
Minister for the Defense of the Grand Empire on behalf of His Majesty the Czar Michail II

ooc can't be assed to make a long post for the lulz

"And... Launch"

The last of the aircraft was launching off the carrier. In total, 96 CF-1 Fighters and 20 TB-1 Bombers were heading toward the Fanboyist position to defend them from the North Defese attackers. It would be about 4 hours before they arrived.
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"Col. General, air support has been sent. It will arrive in 4 hours. Try to hold until then."

OOC: Guess I won't have to go digging through my posts and crap to find my old, dusty orbats, lol. Thanks for coming in and ending this for us.

OOC: wait wait wait! B-2s are stealth. How can you spot them with radar?

ooc: Fanboy, the plane JUST left the airfield
and you godmodded!
And its stealth!

OOC: Oops. Sorry, didn't realize (never heard of B-2s (only B-1s and U-2s) so didn't know they were stealth.

Also, misunderstood. Thought you were saying it was ariving on the battlefiled at that point. (though my forces are not pouring into any regions, but are doing carefully targeted, limited assaults). I'll yank that part of the post.

The retreating tanks were taking heavy losses, down to 31 tanks. And the 3rd Armored division was still 20 minutes away.
So they stopped, and turned around to face the enemy.
http://www.iraqtimeline.com/graphics/tankbattle.jpg

Meanwhile
The B-2 was just entering SD airspace, and opened its bomb bay doors, its current target was an enemy tank division that was harrassing an ND armored platoon.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/dc/US_Air_Force_B-2_Spirit.jpg

(OOC: What kind of bombs are you dropping? conventionals? Also, how high up are you?) (so I know for casualties)

IC:
The tanks of the 41st Armoured couldn't believe their luck: their first engagement and they had gotten to pulverize enemy armour, and had only lost one tank irreperably (but six more were badly damaged). Which is why it was such a shame they didn't see any of the bombs coming.

OOC2: BTW, what about your artillery: what happened to 'em?

OOC: So far only a few firefights are going on with your forces.

31 out of 50 tanks that attacked your armor are left
all the helicopters are destroyed, but more will be en-route.

And the artillary packed up and moved to a different location after you retaliated, we only lost 2 guns. We have 13 left.
And the B-2 has a nuke.
Just kidding, conventional bombs. 10k lb payload

IC:

The bombs were dropped from the B-2 as soon as it was in range, dropping half its payload, and saving the rest for the anti-air guns the enemy had, in order to clear the air for another attack.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c3/B-2_spirit_bombing.jpg/480px-B-2_spirit_bombing.jpg

"Sir, the bombers are 2 hours away."
"Good. When they arrive, launch the other wave to relieve them. They'll stay for four hours, then head back."
"I'll send the orders now."

Having been set on momentary readiness nearly 24 hours before the Premier gave his speach, the Falkasian 27th Strike Wing took off from their island base in Falkasian-Fanrai and headed for the South Defese mainland. Upon arriving, they were to land at the International Airport within the capitol city and commandeer it for their uses. Support crews and equipment wiold still be a few hours out by the time they arrived, so they would be using whatever was available to them on the ground at the time. Although it was only a Wing when compared to the rest of the Falkasian airforce, the 27th was the elite of the elite when it came to joint-operations with foreign powers in faraway lands, as well as the simple act of carrying out Falkasia's will.

ORBAT:

27th Strike Wing-
-500 Soldiers and Officers
---100 Pilots
---200 Soldiers and Officers
---200 Support Personnel (Ground Controllers, Mechanics, Weapons Specialists, Supply and Transport Pilots, etc.)
-20 SU-27s
-20 SU-33s
-20 MiG-29s
-20 F-29 "Prowler" Aircraft (http://z10.invisionfree.com/Universal_Defense/index.php?showtopic=60&st=0&#last)
-10 F-111 Raven ESM-Bomber Aircraft
-7 C-5 Galaxy Transport Aircraft (Flown by Support Personnel)

The 41st never saw the bombs coming. Luckily, the M-21 was a sturdy little thing (or not so little) so they lost only four irreperably. But another 24 were pretty badly damaged (out of action) and another 33 suffered minor damage. The infantry were still en route back, so they pretty much avoided the bombs.

As the bomber began its run over the camp, it failed to account for the fact that the SAM artillery was spread out, so it only actually destroyed a handful (8) and damaged another dozen (14) enough to be out of action, as carpet bombing had limited effectiveness anyway on loosely distributed forces. However, now visible (visually, not on radar) the SAM artillery began firing back by manual and visual targeting (i.e. not terribly accurately).

Mobile Radar
The mobile radar was deployed in SD in order to detect any form of enemy aircraft.
And it was about to earn its funding

"Multiple contacts! Unkown origin, heading towards the Fanboyist position.
"Roger that"

Air Command was alerted, and 25 F-22 Raptor's were launched from airbases near the SD border.

They would be in range in 1 hour, 45 minutes.

Hohenzorn reraised the link to the Gordonopian commanders.

"Well, we fended off that attack. Tell us what your aircraft look like so we know not to shoot at 'em."
"In the meantime, we're getting ready to send two armoured divisions off to give their ground forces a good beating. What you think?"

The 41st never saw the bombs coming. Luckily, the M-21 was a sturdy little thing (or not so little) so they lost only four irreperably. But another 24 were pretty badly damaged (out of action) and another 33 suffered minor damage. The infantry were still en route back, so they pretty much avoided the bombs.

As the bomber began its run over the camp, it failed to account for the fact that the SAM artillery was spread out, so it only actually destroyed a handful (8) and damaged another dozen (14) enough to be out of action, as carpet bombing had limited effectiveness anyway on loosely distributed forces. However, now visible (visually, not on radar) the SAM artillery began firing back by manual and visual targeting (i.e. not terribly accurately).

OOC: Actually, once a B-2 opens it's bomb-bay doors, it can be seen by radar, so you can see it while it's bombing

After the B-2 dropped its payload on the camp, it began to gain altitude as fast as its engines would let it, and began what little evasive manuvers it could while deploying flares.
It raised its speed to 764 km, and managed to barely make it out alive.

Meanwhile, a Division of 1,000 infantrymen, 700 humvees, and mines were being air-dropped about 7 miles from the Fanboyist position.
They had orders to plant multiple mines, harrass the enemy troops, then lead them into the trap.

meanwhile

With the enemy tanks hit hard by the B-2, the remaining 30 tanks began an aggressive advance, firing on anything they could see through the dust.

"Sir, this is fighter 6, I'm picking up 25 F-22's heading to intercept. They'll meet us 15 minutes before we arrive at fanboyist lines."
"Roger that. Move into defensive positions. We need to keep the bombers airborne. Luckily for us, we got numbers. 48 vs 25 is good for us."
"Yes sir."

The fighters maneuvered into a position that would help to minimize bomber casualties. By doing so, they would ensure that they would do maximum damage.

OOC:
Gord, what type of fighter is defending your bombers?
F22:
Maximum speed: Mach 2.42, ~1,600 mph at high altitude
Armament: 6× AIM-120 AMRAAM, 2× AIM-9 Sidewinder
http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/22/27122-004-7D1FF0DD.jpg

TB-1 Bombers: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/65/Tupolew_Tu_160_8001.png

CF-1 Fighters: http://www.air-attack.com/news/imgdump/t50_fighter.jpg

"Sir, this is fighter 6, I'm picking up 25 F-22's heading to intercept. They'll meet us 15 minutes before we arrive at fanboyist lines."
"Roger that. Move into defensive positions. We need to keep the bombers airborne. Luckily for us, we got numbers. 48 vs 25 is good for us."
"Yes sir."

The fighters maneuvered into a position that would help to minimize bomber casualties. By doing so, they would ensure that they would do maximum damage.

OOC: sorry to keep messing with the story, but F-22s are stealth too. You can't see them with radar.

OOC: you realize a force like that is not an actual division, right? that's more regiment size. The different sizes of people's military formations gives me a headache sometimes.

IC:
The troops that had been airdropped were, unfortunately for them, well inside radar range, so they immedietely began recieving mortar fire.

Hohenzorn was smart enough not to send troops after small units like that didn't have artillery when he had a strong defensive position. Better to just shell 'em. After all, it wasn't like they would be insane enough to attack his force's hq with a force that small.

ooc: Here are the CF-1's stats:

Type: Air Superiority Fighter
Length: 15.6 m
Wingspan: 9.2 m
Height: 4.6 m
Propulsion: 2x GAE-115 low-bypass turbofan (160 kN)
Total Net Thrust: 160 kN
Empty Weight: 12,120 kg
Maximum Take-Off Weight: 23,000 kg
Minimum Fuel Weight: 4,000 kg
Maximum Fuel Weight (0.35): 5,550 kg
Normal Payload: 762 kg
Maximum Payload: 762 kg
Normal Combat Weight: 17807 kg
Combat Range: 1,110 km
Ferry Range: 3,300 km
Operational Ceiling/Altitude: 17,200m
Maximum Altitude: 18,000 m
Cruising Speed: Mach .8 (altitude 14,400 meters)
Maximum Speed: Mach 2.0 (altitude 14,400 meters)
Crew (List): 1 (pilot)
Fixed Armament: 1 GF-27 cannon, 27x145mm (480 rounds)
Maximum g-load: +5/-3 g

(These ones also carry 2 MBDA Meteors, 4 AIM-120 AMRAAMs, and 2 AIM-9 Sidewinders)

The troops, once they landed, had to deal with motar fire.
They radio'ed to HQ.
"This is 2nd Ranger Regiment, can someone do something about that motar fire we are getting? We were told we where out of enemy radar range!!"
"Roger that 2nd Rangers, expect artillary fire on enemy positions. Continue to lay mines they get out of there"

ooc:... There are other ways to find out if fighters are coming. And if it's more then just a few, that gives it at least a small radar signal. After all, stealth isn't totally perfect.

As the 27th approached South Defese, they radioed the small airport for landing clearence. After only a few seconds and the frantic sound of shuffling papers, it was granted. One by one, the aircraft lined up for their approach vector and slowly glided back down gracefully to Earth, touching down one after another on the oil and skidmark streaked tarmac runway. They taxied to one side of the airport, which was choosen becuase of it's opportune position well out of the way of the main building and fuel supplies, and with it any and all attention garnered by the public. There each aircraft parked and slowly killed their engines. Due to the fact that the support crews were still quite a ways out with the C-5s, the pilots would have to be content using the cover and shade provided by their aircraft until more official and permenat structures such as tents could be brought in.

One pilot in particular, the 27th's designated flight lead "Rainy", remained in his cockpit and quickly searched through the local channels on his VFR and CFR. He was able to pick up snippets of chatter and the infrequent sounds of battle, but nothing really to signify who was friend or foe. Giving up, he pulled himself out of the cockpit and drew off his helmet, slinging it underneath one arm as he climbed down the extended cockpit ladder onto the hard concrete below.

ooc: Falk, you relize the entire capital is devastated, and there IS no more airport right?

OOC: Guess I didn't catch that. Let me edit it then. They'll go land it at a small municipal strip.

In the meantime, the 41st Armoured had been pulled back to Hohenzorn's HQ/Base Camp, and the 44th and 47th Armoured Divisions were being sent into North Defesian territory to force a confrontation that they could win.

In the meantime, with the enemy's mining force under howitzer fire, Hohenzorn took a few moments to take stock of his situation and send a report to the Generalissimo.

The image on the webcam came to life. Generalissimo Grimmeberger's careworn, bearded face showed up on the projection screen (a bedsheet propped up on a table).

"Yes, how are things proceeding?" Grimmberger asked promptly.

"Quite well. We've already engaged the enemy, who are, quite frankly, barbarians. They seem to have deliberately destroyed a city full of civilians for no other reason then that they were in the way of continental domination. Disgusting really."

"And contact with South Defesian forces?"

"I'm not sure any of them are still alive. We have come into contact with another allied expeditionary force, however, and we are coordinating with them. We've engaged the enemy a few times already, and given them something to think about."

"Good. I want progress reports every other day, is that clear?"

"Yessir." Hohenzorn saluted smartly, his instinctive deferment to command kicking in. Most of the Federation's better officers were Germans like Hohenzorn.

"Good. Grimmeberger, out." And the image died.

The F22 rapters came in range of the enemy bomber fleet, and the escorting enemy planes came on radar.

They armed their missles, divided the enemy planes amongst themselves to acheive the best attack output, and each fired 4 AIM-120 AMRAAM missles to the approaching fighters.
http://www.airforce-technology.com/projects/f22/images/raptor8.jpg

meanwhile

The approaching enemy troops were spotted by a F-35 Lightning running scout.
It reported the contacts, and HQ ordered that the 1st armored division, consisting of 75 Abrams, and 30 T-80's to intercept.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:T-80_in_Saint-Petersburg.jpg
http://www.defenseindustrydaily.com/images/LAND_Type-96_Tanks_lg.jpg

The tanks would have air support consisting of 12 AH-64 Apache's.

The 1st Armored division began its move to intercept the incoming force.

OOC: Would firing the missiles disrupt their stealth? Also, is this happening with in missile range of my HQ/Base Camp?

"Fire missiles!!!"

The 48 Fighters each fired their MBDA Meteors, as well as 2 AIM-120 AMRAAMs. They then split into small groups and launched countermeasures. They succeeded in getting rid of most of the missiles, but 4 planes were hit, exploding instantly. 3 more were hit, but survived, and fired off their remaining missiles before turning and heading back.

ooc: sorry I didn't include countermeasures in the stats, but the fighters do have them.

OOC: When they fire missiles they can be seen, but otherwise they are invisible to radar.

ooc: yes, it probably is. We're only 15 minutes flight time away.

Ooc:

You'd see the missles being fired, not the rapters.
They are the best stealth plane America could develop.
You should see what they can do on the history channel o.O

ooc: When you say "survived" do you mean can still fight??
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The F22's detected the incoming missiles right after they launched theirs, they immediatly broke into a seemingly random pattern, but was acually a carefully caculated manuvor.
They deployed counter-measures, which suceeded in fending off most of the missles, but 2 rapters were hit and exploded instantly, 1 other was hit on the wing, and spiraled out of control to the ground. The pilot managed to eject, and was parachuting to earth.

OOC: Oh, problem. I jsut realized that since my guys have been moved to a smaller municipal airport, the C-5s may not be able to land at all due to runway or size constraints. SD, are there any existing airports still left of managing such aircraft?

OOC: No, during the firing of the missile the bay doors open, killing the stealth momentarily

OOC: I do, in fact, watch the History Channel in spite of being younger than the average viewer by several decades.
Oh, and in that case...

IC:
As the battle began raging overhead, the Fanboyist SAM artillery began targeting the enemy's Raptors, and firing missile after missile at the squadron.

Hohenzorn grinned. Nothing like causing explosive destruction on an enemy that wasn't expecting it.

ooc: fanboy, they are too high overhead, and your SAMs wouldent be able to lock on to the rapters, your wasting missiles, which will be a problem when I launch some more attack helicopters on your behind. Years of military buildup and a population of billions means I can manage to throw around my cheap attack helicopters like playthings.

ooc: Yes. They were hit by maybe shrapnel, or not directly hit by a missile.

IC: "Sir, we're pretty sure that we are closing in."
"Good, launch another wave of missiles."
"Roger that."
The planes launched 2 more AIM-120 AMRAAMs each. Then prepared to take more fire.

The F22's detected the missles, and launched countermeasures while going into evasive manuvers.
Only 2 more rapters were hit, and one of the pilots managed to eject.

The remaining rapters began to increase speed, and fired a volley of missles, that seemed to be heading for the fighters, but were acually locked onto the incoming bombers.
The Rapters each launched 2 AIM-120 AMRAAMs each, then flew into evasive manuvores.

ooc: fanboy, they are too high overhead, and your SAMs wouldent be able to lock on to the rapters, your wasting missiles, which will be a problem when I launch some more attack helicopters on your behind. Years of military buildup and a population of billions means I can manage to throw around my cheap attack helicopters like playthings.

OOC: That's ok, its only one salvo. And I have a LOT of missiles. >:D
You probably shouldn't have told me 'bout the 'copters in advance, luhlz.

IC:
Gunnery Sergeant Barkley told Hohenzorn they were wasting missiles (something about the planes being out of range) and only one salvo was fired. In the meantime, the infantry dug in deeper, making the rather large HQ/Base Camp damn near impenetrable to most conventional assault with less than a million men. All the SAM artillery was reloaded, as were the howitzers (which were still shelling/harassing the harassing force), while the 44th and 47th Armoured Divisions were dispatched into Northern Territory to scare the living crap out of them (but they were not to attack any cities, as that sort of thing is bad for propaganda.)

"Looks like no one wants Air support, Oh well order the Air wing to the skys and go provide CAP over the fanboyist landings. Make sure the pilots know that so far only North Defence is hostile." Admiral Colins ordered, as the Flight controllers onboard the Red Fang began co-ordnating with their counterparts on the Aricraft Carriers, Colins was budy planning where to land his troops. "Comms, get on the net and begin broadcasting to the Fanboysit forces, ask them where they need our troops to land to best support them." The radio operator nooded and keyed the dial on his radio set.
"Come in, Come in, This is Wolf Hold 4th Fleet to Fanboyist forces, come in, I repeat come in. We have troops ready to begin landing operations in south defence however, we need you to supply us with landing co-ordinates so we can best support you, also be aware our Naval Airwing is in the Air and is as we speak preparing to fly Air cover and CAS for the area"
The Admiral listened to the Message go out and then returned to his charts.

Wolf Flight, South Defence Airspace

"Come about to way point 5, climb to 30,000 feet and prepare to enage after burner, on my mark.......Mark" The 6 F-22Ns climbed to join the formation of 30 F-22Ns now already in postion. Wolf flight took up its positon at the lead of the Squadron. "All planes we have an arial battle developing between North Defence and United Gordonopia, all planes United Gordonopia is an ally and is not to be fired uppon, all North Defence Planes are hostile. Now comeabout to face waypoint A7 and hit afterburners and arm missiles on my mark.......mark" The 36 F-22Ns accelerated towards the developing battle, now only 12 minutes out.

ooc: so You're down to 19 fighters it think, and I've got 41 left. We also each have 2 missiles per plane

IC: "launch Countermeasures."
The fighters launched them, then prepared to make contact with the enemy. Unfortunately, the missiles that weren't stopped went for the bombers, taking 4 of them down, and damaging another which was forced to retreat.
The fighters made sure their cannons were ready, and began searching the sky.
Then one of them saw something.
"Sir, I think I see something. It's at 11 o clock. Yeah, I think it's them."
"Okay, head towards that position."

1st armored division, consisting of 75 Abrams, and 30 T-80's to intercept.
http://www.defenseindustrydaily.com/images/LAND_Type-96_Tanks_lg.jpg

The tanks would have air support consisting of 12 AH-64 Apache's.

The force was deployed to intercept the enemy 44th and 47th armored division.

Estimated interception time:
1 hour

The 1st Air Assault Wing, consisting of 20 AH-64 Apaches, and 12 AH-1 Cobra's, was dispatched to aid in the interception of the incoming forces.

Estimated interception time:
30 minutes

The fighters knew they had been spotted, but they still continued to gain altitude. Moving behind the escorts in oder to have a chance to destroy the remaining bombers.

The 44th and 47th Armoureds had gone relatively deep into enemy territory and decided to cause EPIC levels of political embarassment to the Supreme Chancellor, by setting up shop in Northern territory and refusing to leave. Their infantry began digging in while the armour, howitzers, and SAM artillery kept watch for incoming enemies. Just in case.

Machinegun and artillery positions were set up as quickly as possible, with interlocking and self-supporting fire. The armour would be available for counter-attacking purposes.

ooc: how could you move behind us? We're directly facing you. You would have to go through us.

IC: "Sir, they're in cannon range."
"Good, tell all men to fire cannons for 1 second."
"Roger that."

The men fired cannons, then quickly pulled their finger off the trigger to conserve ammo.

The Chanceller recieved word of the forces in his territory, and decided to use extreme overkill.

He ordered that any divisions that were ordered to intercept them to pull back, then ordered the launch of 4 dasiy cutters on the dug in enemy troops.
http://blog.wired.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/11/17/800pxblu82_daisy_cutter_fireball.jpg

(this is a very big bomb, the 2nd largest non-nuclear bomb I believe)

4 B-52 Stratofortress were to deploy the bombs, they were loaded into the bombers, and the planes began the diffucult takeoff.

Estimated time to enemy destruction: 20 minutes

ooc: what?

ooc: nevermind

ic:
The cannon fire ripped into the Rapters, downing 3 more, and damanging another.
The remaining rapters locked on to the enemy, and fired off the remaining missiles, before banking a hard left, deploying countermeasures, and increasing speed in the retreat.

The bombers were prepared this time, and launched countermeasures of their own, along with the fighters launching the majority of their remaining ones. Only two more bombers were hit, and one was able to eject its crew.
The fighters then launched their remaining missiles, and sped up hoping to be able to hit some of the enemy with their cannons.

3 of the bombers were hit by the majority of the missles, the last one managed to avoid them by launching all of its countermeasures, and the fires from the other exploding bombers worked also, it dropped its payload, and with its hugely decreased payload, its screaming engines managed to get it farther away before more AA fire brought it down.

The daisy cutter slid down to earth, and detonated above the surface, taking out a area of 5 miles.

The Rapters sprung the trap, after performing evasive manuvers, they turned around and each fired their 2 AIM-9 Sidewinders at the approaching fighters, then after they launched, the immediatly split, one group banking left, the others banking a hard right, and increased speed to try and get to mach 2.

ooc: Yes I can!
Read my first post describing them.

ooc: they're going at their maximum possible speed? And plus, the B52's maximum altitude is 50,000 ft. SAM's could get them at that height.

OOC: in that case...

IC: The CO for the two divisions gave the order for the SAM artillery to "blow 'dem damned birdies outta da sky," and they happily complied, firing 216 SAMs from 108 rocket artillery pieces as the division held its ground.

ooc: but you don't have any missiles left... you fired the remaining 2 at the bombers. All 8 have been fired.

ooc: I snap I miscounted, I thought I fired them thinking it was 8 AMRAAMS and 2 sidewinders. Sorry. My mistake for that momentary mental lapse.D o you still want to RP the missle launching or my planes running away?

Theres been a hiccup in the thread.

OOC: is rping the missiles launching direct at me or Gordonopia?

ooc: daisy cutter is a bomb, and delete your above post about the men scattering. I edited the post about the speed and such.

ooc: probably not, I launched most of my counter-measures because I thought it was the last round of missiles. I don't want to go in there with even less bombers.

Totals: 14 Bombers, 41 Fighters

OOC: the post, it has been changed.

The remaining Rapters split, and increased speed in order to get to Mach 2.
They were retreating, but managed to take out some of the bombers, along with the escorts.
They knew they would be avenged, the mainland was preparing a massive counter attack.
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Meanwhile

A force consisting of 45 F-15 Eagle's was being launched to assault the Gord bombers and escorts.
After taking off from the various airports, they grouped up near the SD border, then proceeded to fly Mach 2 to the Grod force.
Estimated time to intercept: 10 minutes

Maximum speed: Mach 2.5, 1,650 mph at high altitude
Armament: Internally mounted M-61A1 20-mm six-barrel cannon, external AIM-7F Sparrows, AIM-120 AMRAAMs, and AIM-9 Sidewinders.

Meanwhile

3 of the bombers assigned to attack the Fanboy position were shot down immediatly, despite the countermeasures, one however managed to drop the bomb before being destroyed in the massive onslaught.

The Daisy cutter deployed its parachue 2 miles above the surface, then detonated. Taking out 2 1/2 square miles of land.

ooc: umm, I'll have arrived at the Fanboyist place by then.

ooc: Arriving at his place wont make you totally invincible, and if you land or something the fighters will launch at your downed aircraft. His AA still wont be able to target my jets without risking yours either.

ooc: I'm not landing. And after the bombs are dropped, the planes are getting out of there. And since F-15's aren't stealth, we can see them coming. Also, how does it only take 15 minutes this time?

Even though only one daisy cutter made it through, it was still a nasty piece of work. The bomb detonated and wiped out a good 4,000 infantry dead and 19 tanks out of action (which were quickly destroyed completely to avoid capture and technology compromisation), and another 6 howitzers and 13 Rocket artillery platforms. Another 21 tanks were damaged, but still servicable and operational, and another 7,000 infantry wounded. The wounded were put into the APCs and sent back, while the remaining combat-ready troops packed up and chose the most logical course of action: fall back and regroup at base camp, and ruin the enemy's day if they decided to follow up on their minor success.

ooc Grod: Your closer then you where before, and they are going mach 2.

And what are you going to bomb?
Our only armored regiment near Fanboys stuff was destroyed, and we are still preparing for another, more massive assault all across the border all at once.
Think Blitzkreig.

ooc: Fanboyist, gun ownership is compulsery, you should know, and yes, the chanceller WOULD use bombing on a major city, just not massive bombing. Smallscale bombing. Or missle/artillary assault.

And yes, he is batshit insane.

ooc:You still have men in the area, they weren't all killed. You only had 30 tanks taken out. That leaves over 20, as well as some infantry that you never rpd the death of.

OOC: Sorry, I thought and figured it would be best to fall back and repair damages and deliver wounded anyway.

1st armored division, consisting of 75 Abrams, and 30 T-80's was mobilized to intercept the enemy while they regrouped.

Estimated interception time:
20 minutes

The 1st Air Assault Wing, consisting of 20 AH-64 Apaches, and 12 AH-1 Cobra's, was dispatched to aid in the interception of the forces while they fell back, in order to confuse them enough to allow 1st armored to assault them effectively.
Estimated interception time:
10 minutes

OOC: Please read post adjustment from a few minutes ago.

"And there they go!"

All 14 bombers dropped their payloads on the remaining 20 tanks and infantry. They then turned around, and began to head home.

Meanwhile

"Field Marshal, We've got 45 F-15's heading towards our plane's position, and the next force is 4 hours away."
"Don't we have some planes here?"
"Yes, we brought a squadron with us."
"16 plans will go a long way. Won't they?"
"You're right. Send them to help protect our planes."
"Yes sir."

16 CF-1's launched from the base, and headed toward the other planes at full speed. It would be 10 minutes until they arrived.

OOC: Regroup in this case is "meet up with larger force" the remainder of the divisions are not disordered.

IC:
The remaining 232 tanks and tens of thousands of infantry (and supporting artillery) made their way relatively quickly back to the border, right up until they ran into the enemy army. Then the SAM artillery expended another 250 rockets on the helecopters, the howitzers began shelling the enemy armour as the M-21A1's moved to engage, evenly matched in quality and outnumbering the enemy.

The tanks turned on their shields, and the bombs were ineffective.
Just kidding.
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The bombs took out all the remaining tanks, and killed most of the infantry.
Only 145 infantrymen were left, and they threw down arms and surrendered.
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The F-15's increased speed to mach 2.5, and would reach the bombers in 7 minutes.

Meanwhile
The Apache's launched all their missles at the AA guns, while the Cobras engaged the enemy artillary. Missles flew from the helicopters, and already 7 Apaches and 3 cobras were knocked out of the sky.

Quickly, the fighters turned to meet the oncoming fighters. They prepared to have to launch countermeasures, and kept their other hand on the trigger for the cannon. They had to hold them off long enough for the reinforcements to arrive.

When they were in range, the Eagles moved into a box formation, then fired off their 20-mm six-barrel cannons for 3 seconds, then took their finger off the trigger.

One of the fighters was hit and exploded. Another was damages, but still able to fight.
The fighters then fired their own cannons for 3 seconds, hoping to damage the enemy ranks. They only had to hold for 3 minutes until the reinforcements arrived.

Five more of the SAM artillery (and three howitzers) were knocked out as the remainder fired off even more missiles at the offending 'copters. Meanwhile, the infantry began deploying heavy assault troops with RPG's began to provide a harassing fire on the 'copters.

While all this was happening, the 232 tanks engaged the enemy's pitiful armoured force. Attacking with their 140mm guns with ruthless efficiency and accuracy.

OOC: And I am done for the night. Talk to yall tomorrow.

ooc: only one??

Ic:

The Rapters all scattered in a carefull caculated manuvor, and only 1 fighter was shot down.

Moving back into formation, they each turned on their targeting computer uplink, an ingenious top-seceret ND design, which auto-matically distrubuted avaiable targets automatically, allowing faster and more efficent missle attacks. It was never tested outside of combat, but it performed just as it was designed.
The computer designated each fighter plane a target, when all that was done, each jet fired off 2 sidewinders, which meant there was about 2 sidewinders for every enemy jet.

The jets launched their remaining countermeasures, but about 5 were shot down. 3 more ejected, and then crashed into the ground. Only 32 fighters were left, but the 16 plane squadron was just arriving. The 32 fighters fired off another burst of 3 seconds, while the 16 each fired 2 Sidewinders at the enemy planes.

Off in the distance, the sky bellowed the low rumble of incoming aircraft. This, however, was much duller and flat, the telltale signature of some larger piece of equipment coming in. Slowly creating the horizon, a small grey shape grey ever bigger as it approached the airstrip the 27th had commandeered for their use. It took only minutes for the grey lump to close the gap, fully materializing into the unmistakable shape of a C-5. It was followed in the distance by another and another until all were vectoring in on the small runway. Originally, there had been concern that the runway was far too small to support such larger aircraft from coming in, but as the area surronding the airport was mostly barren farmland, overshooting wasn't much of a problem.

As the first C-5 descended, it did the signature tail flip attributed to the plane as it lands; the tail shifting left and then right, followed by the ailerons becoming stuck in an up position due to the wind force. With a thud and a few plumes of dust, the C-5 touched down, still barrelling down the runway at nearly 200 miles per hour. As it continued to lose ground, smoke began rising from the tires as the pilot tried desperately to put pressure on the brakes as the space between overshooting closed dramatically. Second by second however, the plane slowed; coming to a reasonable taxi-speed just barely before plowing over a barbed wire and paying the neighboring farmer a visit. The second C-5 was unable to land, as a slight gust of wind had blown it off course slightly. Instead, it flew directly overhead the rowdy pilots below, it's massive engines shattering the scene and reverberating off the ground. Exposure to it for too long would ahve caused hearing damage, but no sooner had it been directly overhead, than was it circling back around and retaking it's spot at the end of the line. The other C-5s followed suit, each one making a similar landing to the first one, and still with no damage to the farmer's field.

ooc: falk, you're on my side right? If you are, could you help my fighters in this air battle?

OOC: You sided with SD? And I don't ahve any working communication yet, so I wouldn't know about it.

OOC: Sorry about the wait, I'm back.

IC: The fleet of boats quietly glided along the waves of the salty ocean. A large man, about 6' 11", muscular, clean-shaven, some wrinkles, about in his late 50s, looked through his binoculars with a furrowed brow. Out in the distance to the west, the direction in which the fleet was traveling, the man could just barely make out a line of thin gray, and the line seemed to be reaching upwards ever more.

"Smoke." He thought to himself. "We aren't too far away." Thinking back to his lessons in the Naval Academy, he remembered how when he first entered the service, he never expected he would eventually be in the position he is now. But now, as Admiral of the 1st Fleet of the Holy Paradisian Navy, George Brown was one of the highest-ranked officers in the nation.

Although Admiral Brown looked the epitome of calmness, inside nervousness racked his mind. He had been involved in some minor skirmishes before, yes, but never something of this magnitude. He wished he was back home. But, then he thought of his family at home and then of the families of South Defese. They were very similar, when he thought about it. "Why should they suffer if I wouldn't want my family suffering?"

A sailor, a bit younger, probably in his early 40s, ran up to Admiral Brown. "Sir, I have the report on our current position." the man said, saluting his superior.

"At ease, Captain Adams, what is the status?" Adm. Brown replied.

"We are about 30 miles away from the shore, sir. Fighters have already been sent to scout." Cpt. Jim Adams replied.

"Thank you, Captain. Get everyone to their battle stations, and make sure the other ships in the fleet have their men ready, too. Our priority is to protect the landing ships and transports." Adm. Brown said.

ooc: just to remind you guys, my 600,000 men are on their way. I'll rp their landing when I get on tommorow. And ND, let's get this done fast. I gtg really soon.

4 fighters were lost in the cannon fire and 1 to the enemy sidewinders.
The remaining jets flew into formation, and blasted the enemy with a 4 second burst of cannon fire, while each one firing off a sidewinder missile.

ooc: how many missiles did u fire, and how many of your guys were shot down from the combined fire of both groups?

Meanwhile

F-100 Super Sabre's while outdated, were cheap and easy to mass produce, making them effective at scouting over dangerious territory.
One F-100 was flying recon when it spotted large military cargo planes landing at a small landing strip, it relayed the coordinated to HQ, then raised its altitude to 60,000 feet and flew back to refuel.

The landing force was to far in SD territory to effectivally engage, so the HQ had to wait, no matter how frustrating that was.

Encrypted massage to South Defese:

From: The Armed Republic of Nachmere | Presidential Office

After studying the conflict between you and your agressive "brothers" I have found that you are being herrased by a dictator. While I cannot openly support you or send troops(As the bulk of my military is about to fight strator in the slave war) I can send you weapons.The Nachmere Merchent Fleet along with Nachmere Air Force and Navy will bring you the follwing if you accept my offer:
500 TM-1 Medium Tank
125 M1-T598 MBTs
100 Lioness HIFVs
50000 SLR and SLC 7.62X51mm rifles and carbines
50 Mirage V Fighter-Bombers

Ray Ginger, President of The Amred Republic of Nachmere,
on behalf of the people of Nachere.

OOC:
What does herrased mean?

And you DO relize he has NO communications with the outside world, and his entire goverment has collapsed, with only the President and Seceratary of war hiding off in a bunker somewere.

ooc:
1) sorry about spelling
2) if no one will ansawer I will assume that he refuses my offer. Dosent really matter you would have sunk my ships and shot down my planes anyhow. ginger is just sticking it to ND because he saw your support for strator.

OOC: BTW, ND, please respond to my post a page or two back, of me firing more missiles and attacking with tanks.

3 of the fighters were shot down, one of them was one of the original fighters, the other two were new.
The new fighters then proceeded to fire 2 AIM-120 AMRAAMs followed by one second of cannon fire, while the original fighters fired their cannons for 3 seconds.

"Admiral, our fleet is within landing distance of the South Defese coastline."
"That's very good news. Begin landing troops. Start with the 8th army, then continue from there."
"Yes sir. They will begin landing immediately."

On all of the transports, men were entering their landing craft, preparing for the landing in South Defese.


ooc: omg, I just remembered that the second wave of aircraft from the carriers was on their way. They will arrive soon then. That means an additional 96 fighters and 20 bombers (I'll have the bombers turn back).
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Gordonopian fighter squadron

"Commander, the second wave is almost here!!"
"That's great! 96 more fighters will do a lot of good."
"Should I tell them to send the bombers back?"
"Yes, do that. We don't want more of those shot down."

The fighters were hid bad this time, 4 of them were shot down by cannon fire, and 2 more by the missles.
They retreated a bit to lick their wounds, then they returned with a vengance.
They each targeted an individual plane, and fired 2 more missles at the enemy fighters. The targeting network turned on, meaning the missles could not be distracted by countermeasures.
With the missles streaking through the sky, the fighters got into formation and banked a hard left.
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Meanwhile
More and more attack helicopters were dropping from the sky, and the Apaches and Cobras began firing hellfire missles at any AA gun they could find.
The gunners opened fire on the enemy infantry, their mounted guns unleashing a rain of bullets and shrapnel.
Meanwhile, the armored division was faring slightly better. Only 5 tanks were lost irreparably, another one got its treads damaged and couldent move.
The infantry began to fall back behind some dunes, opening fire with RPGs.
A request for air-cover was called in, and a few miles away a B-52 Mitcheal was called in, and was asked to drop its 6,000 lb ordanance on the enemy armor.
It would arrive in 15 minutes, they had to hold out untill then.

Logistics Command Center
A recon satillite managed to catch a glimpse of Gordonopia naval troops and landing craft.
They decided to have a show of force, and called in a request to Missle Command to launch a cruise missle at the carrier. The request was granted, and the satillite guided missle was launched from a silo by the ND coastline.
It would hit in 15 minutes.

Four of the original fighters were shot down this time, and three of the new ones. The new fighters launched their remaining four missiles, while the original ones fired cannons for 4 seconds, using up their remaining ammunition. Then, they saw nearly 200 sidewinders streak past their planes, and realized that the second wave had arrived.
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"Sir, a missile has just been detected, and it's heading toward one of our carriers."
"My god. What do we have to stop it?"
"Well, we have 12 missile cruisers, all have anti-missile projectiles."
"Good. Launch them at this missile as soon as it's in range."

This particular cruise missle was an ingenious design, it had a small radar disruption device on the tip, disabling any form of radar.

So when it detected an attempted lock on, it began to weave and bob in the sky, ready to launch its small compartment of countermeasures.
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The sidewinders devastated the Rapters, they lost 12 planes, and had to retreat. They proceeded to gain altitude, and raised speed to mach 1.

Meanwhile, Palpentine was throwing a fit. "Launch anything we have! We cannot lose control of the skies!!!"
"But Your Highness!--"
"JUST DO IT!!!"

So it was done, 100Su-30 MKI,s ad 75 F-22 Raptor's were launched from seperate airfields all over the ND border.
They then got into formation, and raised speed to Mck 1. The chanceller was insulted, and not his unstable mind decided to push his remaining air forces to elemiate the Gordonapia air threat.

"Commander, they are retreating!"
"Good, we need to head back. They are sure to send reinforcements."
"Yes sir! All men, return to your bases!"

The remaining fighters from the airborne troops headed back to the base, while the remaining carrier aircraft headed to theirs.


ooc: is it really possible for a missile to do that? I don't think it is.

ooc: it isn't

ooc: exactly what I thought. Can you please edit that somehow?

Joseph City, South Defese

The company of SPARTANS (Gordonopias elite of the special forces) were silently searching the city for some kind of bunker. They were hoping to find some reminant of the SD government, but they knew it was unlikely.

ooc: the bunker is in the middle of the desert.
Think Resident Evil Exctiction, that house.
Minus the dead clones. And the zombies.

ooc: but we don't know that

The Howitzers began taking the enemy infantry under heavy shelling, as the tanks continued to attack the enemy armor.

Meanwhile, a few more SAM artillery were lost, even as more and more missiles were fired at the helecopters.

The Fanboyist infantry, in response to the pressure, pulled back into their APCs and fell back to cover the artillery, leaving the main fight to the armour.

The following message was broadcasted on all AM frequencies in Joseph City

"This is South Defese Civil Defence, I repeat, this is South Defese Civil Defence. If there are any survivers, they are advised to evacuate the city and relocate to Port Meag, I repeat, evacuate and relocate to Port Meag. We have food, shelter, and safety. The remainder of the South Defese military is holding Port Meag, President Maria is still alive, and is safe in the city. I repeat, President Maria is alive.
If you are injured, there is a hospita---*static*"

With that announcement, Hohenzorn sent three infantry divisions to Port Meag with the message that friendly Fanboyist forces had landed to help the Southerners.

In the meantime, the armoured forces were giving their best attempt at mauling the enemy armour, which, given how much they outnumbered the enemy by with even-quality machines (at worst, for the Federals), this shouldn't have been terribly difficult.

As the forces arrived at the shores of South Defese, many soldiers noted that gunfire could be heard in the distance. About 10 F-22s were sent to investigate.

OOC: apologies if that sounds very short, but I just wanted to get back in really quickly.

"Captain, we just got a radio signal. Apparently, the South Defese survivors are held up in Port Meag."
"Okay then, we'll try to find them there. How long will it take?"
"About half-an-hour."
"Okay then. Move out!"
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The Fighters were approaching the fleet. They only needed about 10 more minutes, while the bombers had already arrived. They needed to make it there before any North Defese reinforcements caught up, which was extremely unlikely.

The missile finally entered the range of the anti-missile weapons on the cruisers. All 12 launched 2 each, and waited to see what wold happen.

"Sir, the first forces are landing. We have the 18th and 32nd division on shore, and the 24th are soon to follow."
"Good. Give me an update on that missile."
"Well, the cruisers fired their anti-missile weapons. We don't know what happened yet."
"Give me an update every two minutes Commander."
"Yes sir, Admiral."

ooc: is it alright if the missile hits your carrier?

ooc: i dunno. If you're gonna godmod to make it happen, then no. 12 Cruisers firing anti-missile weapons is probably gonna take a missile down unless you do godmod. If you can find a way to do it without godmoding, then yes. Maybe the missile is damaged, but not destroyed and hits another ship.

OOC: ND, could you please stop ignoring my posts.

ooc: Lets say some of the missiles malfunctioned, and the rest just plain missed? :d

ooc: seriously, that wouldn't happen. You have 24 anti-missile missiles coming at one missile. The odds of none of them hitting are 100000000000:1

The Howitzers began taking the enemy infantry under heavy shelling, as the tanks continued to attack the enemy armor.

Meanwhile, a few more SAM artillery were lost, even as more and more missiles were fired at the helecopters.

The Fanboyist infantry, in response to the pressure, pulled back into their APCs and fell back to cover the artillery, leaving the main fight to the armour.

With the armor regiment taking heavy fire, the attack helicopters abandoned the futile efforts to take out the AA, and moved to target the tanks.
Missles blazed through the sky, targeting the armor, the mounted guns continuing to decimate the enemy infantry.
5 more attack helicopters were lost, as counter-measures light up the sky.

ooc: Can you edit how many you launched?

ooc: even if they only launched one, the odds would still be like 10000000:1. Seriously, just have it hit another ship. Launching one missile at a whole fleet isn't the smartest idea.

With the armor regiment taking heavy fire, the attack helicopters abandoned the futile efforts to take out the AA, and moved to target the tanks.
Missles blazed through the sky, targeting the armor, the mounted guns continuing to decimate the enemy infantry.
5 more attack helicopters were lost, as counter-measures light up the sky.

As the infantry fell back to cover the artillery, the enemy's mounted guns also began recieving howitzer fire at point blank range.

A handfull of tanks were damaged, even as their machine gunners began targeting the helecopters which were already under heavy SAM fire, which was only intensifying.

OOC: I hope if you don't mind if I assume a few tank losses for you here, for the sake of the development of a character.
IC:
Captain Warner Kurtzman, a tank commander, was having a very good week. He had already knocked out a few enemy tanks in preceeding battles, and now had just taken down four more enemy tanks in his M-21A1 Valkyrie. He was quickly becoming recognized as a panzer ace in the Defesian Expeditionary Force. As the armored forces surged foward against the enemy's inferior forces, he let out a whooping victory cry.

ooc: Fine, have it hit something alone, I dont know your fleet layout.

One of the Apaches, after launching a string of counter-measurers, targeted the tank Warner was in. He locked on, and fired a single hellfire missle before being taken out by a SAM.
The regiment just recieved word that reinforcments were on the way, 200 Abrams were storming across the desert, and artillary guns where being set up 23 miles from the fight.

Time to reinforcments:
15 minutes

ooc: how about one of the destroyers. The ORBAT is here http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=14582507#post14582507. The battleships are surrounded by lots of other ships, but some of the destroyers probably would be on their own.

ooc: 'aight

ic:
The missle streaked through the sky, targeting a lone destroyer that was lagging behind the rest.

The alarm was blaring on the destroyer.

"All hands, abandon ship!!! Repeat, all hands abandon ship!!!"

Then the missile struck. With a huge explosion, the destroyer was hit, killing half the crew instantly. Seconds later, more explosions sunk the ship, taking most of the surviving crew with it.
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"Admiral, I have a few pieces of good news, and some bad news."
"What's the good news?"
"First of all, the missile didn't hit the carrier. Also, the entire 8th army is on shore."
"What's the bad news?"
"The missile hit a destroyer."
"Goddammit. How many men were lost."
"We estimate nearly 90% of the crew. The destroyer sunk as well. We've dispatched several PT boats, as well as helicopters to rescue the survivors."
"Well, that's bad, but we're going to have to get past it."
"Yes sir. What do we do next?"
"Begin landing the next forces. Also, make sure that army doesn't become sitting ducks. Have them move to a more defensible position and begin digging in."
"Yes sir. I'll have them do that."
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The SPARTAN company was arriving outside of the port. They saw some South Defese soldiers on patrol outside, and decided to try and talk to them.

"We're from Gordonopia, can you take us to your commanders?"

With the Gordonopia forces now on Defesian soil, it was time to bomb them back into the Bronze age. 2 Tupolev Tu-160's were dispatched to carpet bomb the landing forces with 40,000 kg (88,200 lb) of conventinal ordnance.

They were launched, and would reach the Gordo forces in 40 iminutes going Mach 2.

"Sir, radar detects Tu-160's heading towards our ground forces."
"Okay. Make sure their AA weapons are ready, and send a fighter squadron to intercept."
"Yes sir. I'll send one of the squadrons in. They should intercept in 15 minutes."
"Good."
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"Prepare the SAMs men!!! And get those other AA guns operational."
The landing zone was a flurry of activity. The men were attempting to spread out, to lessen damage caused by the bombers. SAM batteries were being prepared, and AA guns were being set up. They would put of a strong defense by the time the bombers arrived.

"We're from Gordonopia, can you take us to your commanders?"

The soldiers looked confused

"Your from where? How did you get past the North Defese troops?"

"We're from United Gordonopia. We're here to help. We've had a grudge against North Defese for 10 years. And our unit is part of the SPARTANS, Gordonopia's elite. Getting past an army is no problem. Heck, we've defeated entire Brigades before.
Our forces are arriving. We've taken down a bunch of enemy fighters, and are in the process of landing more then 600,000 men. We already have about 250,000 on shore."

The soldier was amazed.
"Weve only got 230 fighting men left in this city, along with a handfull of humvees, and a tank. We were trying to load up the cargo ships with civilion refugees when they were hit by North Defese cruise missiles..."

His eyes lost their focus.

"Well, our group is only about a company, as a small group is much more mobile when it comes to searching. We could probably land some men here from our fleet, or maybe airdrop. Anyway, could you take us to your commander?"

One of the Apaches, after launching a string of counter-measurers, targeted the tank Warner was in. He locked on, and fired a single hellfire missle before being taken out by a SAM.
The regiment just recieved word that reinforcments were on the way, 200 Abrams were storming across the desert, and artillary guns where being set up 23 miles from the fight.

Time to reinforcments:
15 minutes


IC:
Warner Kurtzman continued ordering the gutting of enemy tanks, and adding marks to his 'kill' record. The rising tank ace just barely had time to see the missile the Apache had launched arcing out of the sky.

Warner woke up a few days later in a medical tent, recovering from the burns on his face, arms, and torso, and nasty (though non-life-threatening) shrapnel wounds. In a stroke of luck, the missile had landed just short of the tank, thoroughly scouring its front and wounding him, but failing to do much else.
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Meanwhile, Major General Knispel, the commander of the 44th and 47th's little sortie, was radioing in to Hohenzorn, asking for assistance.

"Commander?"

"Yes, Bernard?" Hohenzorn replied questioningly.

"We need reinforcement. There's more of them than we thought. We're holding our own, but if they keep throwing troops at us as insanely as they have been ('cause they've been going Commie on us), we're going to run out of ammo sooner or later. I'd like it if another division were sent to make things wrap up a little quicker."

"Understood. The 41st will be with you in a day or two."

"Good. I think we can hold 'till then. Knispel, out," he finished.

Time Until Reinforcement: 34 hours

The soldier snapped back to attention.
"All the ranking officers are dead, all thats left is President Maria, and we cant get her airlifted out of here due to Northern planes controlling the sky.
Just as he said that, A ND Su-30 MKI flew overhead, dropping leaflets over the city.

"Give up! A rain of fire will cleanse the soil of all who are not worthy to live under the glory of the chanceller! If you throw down your arms now, you will be given safe transport into North Defesian territory, where you will be taken care of.
If you refuse, you will be annahilated by the coming storm.
We will open the gate's of hell, and unleash the waters of destruction."

ooc: we're going to run out of ammo sooner or later
I LOL'ed so hard.

"Then take of to her. We just need to meet someone in charge. And don't worry about the air, it's still anyone's game. Both of us are about equal."

The soldier looked uncertain.
"I was given orders to not allow anyone in that didnt have a South Defesian uniform..."

It had taken all night to unload all of the C-5s, and even longer to make space for them to park. There was only space enough for 3 in front of the tiny terminal building, so a portion of the nearby farmer's field had to be plowed for the rest to park. It was ironic in a sense, that the pilots had tried so hard to avoid an overshoot off the runway only to end up parking in those same fields. However, onboard each aircraft was vital equipment and ground crew essential to the 27th's continued operation. They brought in fuel, food, munitions, trucks, support crews, tents and prefab shelters, and most importantly, working radios.

Within a few hours, small green tent cities began popping up around the airport as shelters were erected and a more formal military base was established. While such facilities were beinging put up, the more defensive-minded ground garrison began to construct hasty earth works surronding the airport, in case a quick defense was needed. It was a two-trench layout, with an outer cylindrical trench for the infantry, and an inner-most trench for the heavy weapons such as machineguns and a few recoiless rifles they had brought in on one of the planes. The really goal though, was to slow any attackers down enough to scramble the pilots and get the planes in the air, of which could make quick work of anything below, including AA batteries or emplacements.

In a side tent nearest the main terminal building, a the 27th's divisional radio had been set up. No sooner had it been turned on, than local chatter began feeding through. First what sounded like a civilian casualty report, then some sort of chatter between tankers, followed by what sounded like an air battle. Still not knowing who was involved in this conflict, nor where they were located, the 27th continued to stay put and maintain a partially concealed position incase they were alone in the endeavor. It was a message that came over the radio that startled them. It had originated from somewhere, presumably a "Port Meag" and relayed information that the South Defesian government was holed up there. Remembering their original orders to hook up with allied forces and help battle back the North Defese invaders, it would likely have been a good place to start searching.

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Being pilots came with it's perks however. No sooner had the C-5s landed, than a few pilots on the ground reported to command of an old, F-100 fighter flying over and scouting out their position. Although it was barely a speck in the sky to the untrained eyes, the 27th pilots were some of the best in the world, and could easily distingush it as a non-friendly, simply by it's demeanor in the air.

With the F-100 successful in reporting the landed troops, the North Defesian forces could now effectivly engage them.

A force consisting of 150 F-22 Rapters was launched, armed with 6× AIM-120 AMRAAM, 2× AIM-9 Sidewinder and a single 200 lb bomb, they had no doubt they would lay waste to the landed Falkasia force.
The planes increased speed to mach 2, engines screaming, they knew if they did not stem the tide of forces coming it, they would be too dug in to remove without the use of nuclear weapons.

Time to engagement:
12 minues

OOC: I responded to ur last post to me, ND. Previous page.

IC:
Warner Kurtzman continued ordering the gutting of enemy tanks, and adding marks to his 'kill' record. The rising tank ace just barely had time to see the missile the Apache had launched arcing out of the sky.

Warner woke up a few days later in a medical tent, recovering from the burns on his face, arms, and torso, and nasty (though non-life-threatening) shrapnel wounds. In a stroke of luck, the missile had landed just short of the tank, thoroughly scouring its front and wounding him, but failing to do much else.
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Meanwhile, Major General Knispel, the commander of the 44th and 47th's little sortie, was radioing in to Hohenzorn, asking for assistance.

"Commander?"

"Yes, Bernard?" Hohenzorn replied questioningly.

"We need reinforcement. There's more of them than we thought. We're holding our own, but if they keep throwing troops at us as insanely as they have been ('cause they've been going Commie on us), we're going to run out of ammo sooner or later. I'd like it if another division were sent to make things wrap up a little quicker."

"Understood. The 41st will be with you in a day or two."

"Good. I think we can hold 'till then. Knispel, out," he finished.

Time Until Reinforcement: 34 hours


The abrahams were now only 3 minutes away, and they would arrive just in time, 15 more helicopters crashed down to earth, and 13 tanks were out of action.

The abrahams were now only 3 minutes away, and they would arrive just in time, 15 more helicopters crashed down to earth, and 13 tanks were out of action.

The Valkyries continued to murderously press the attack, belching fire and smoke at any enemy tank dumb enough to try to stand their ground. A few more had been lost in the fighting, but it mattered little: an M-21A1 Valkyrie was superior even to the vaunted M-1 Abrahms. When commanded by men of the character and skill of Warner Kurtzman, they were absolutely murderous, and, unfortunately for the enemy, the Federal armour had many men like him.

The Howitzers continued spitting shells at enemy assault guns that attempted to pursue the infantry, even as the infantry dug in deeper around the artillery. SAMs continued being launched at the few remaining gunships, though in considerably lower volumes now.

With the SAMS distracted with the attacking helicopters, the B-52 Mitcheal finally made it to the fight, and opened its bomb bay doors in order to drop its 6,000 lb payload on the enemy armor.
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Meanwhile

The 200 Abrahms that made up the 4rth Armored continued its march across the desert, it would only be another minute before they were in range...

OOC: Not all the SAMs are attacking the copters (that's what 'decreased volume of missiles means). At least one or two would have spotted the B-52 and opened fire. I didn't know how close it was. We never RP'd it entering radar range first.

IC:
As the 4th Armored Division entered the detection range of the artillery, the rearmost (and so, not engaged) howitzers began launching their first shells at the incoming tanks, and the armour of the 44th and 47th began going into reverse back towards their defensive positions.

As the B-52 entered radar range, five of the SAM launchers fired off quick successions of seven rockets each at the incoming bomber.

The artillary took out 3 of the tanks, and took out the treads on 2 others, but they continued their advance, and when they were in range, they unleased a single barrage of shells at the defending tanks. The B-52 was under heavy fire, but managed to drop its payload before being blasted out of the sky, the pilot was a huge fanatic, and tried to manuver his plane to crash into a nearby group of SAMs...

OOC: How many times have I said this? I don't clump my artillery so its not as vulnerable to bombardment. The crashing plane might take out all of three SAMs, and even then only two will be unservicable.

IC:
The M-21's took the first volley well, and even the bombs, while mildly disruptive and moderately damaging, didn't take a bad toll on the Federal Armour, who simply stood their ground as they reached the beginnings of their division's defenses and returned fire with their 140 mm guns, which were a good 20 mm heavier than the guns on the Abrams'.

The howitzers answered with a second volley, and the infantry opened up with RPG's and machineguns, in an attempt to disrupt the enemy's advancing order. The SAM's fired a few more rockets at the much easier targeted B-52 in an attempt to foil the suicide dive.

ooc: Well the main army is still not mobilized, so im just throwing whatever I have right now

IC:

The Abrahms pushed on, oblivious to the fire coming at them. 4 more tanks destroyed, 1 unservicable.
They returned fire at the M-21's. firing volley after volley, the Abrahms pushed on to a nearby hill, which would give them the advantage of high ground.

As the enemies air support seemed to have largely died (SAMs tend to do that), a few of the rocket artillery platforms began loading anti-tank missiles to add to the general harrassment of the enemy armor. The M-21A1's, howitzers (both now loading anti-tank rounds as well) continued pouring a murderous rate of fire on the Abrams'.

Major General Knispel swore. "Fuck it! We really will run out of ammo at this rate! The 41st better hurry up!"

Time until Reinforcement:
30 hours.

8 more tanks lost, leaving 182 remaining out of the beginning 200, they knew the enemy tanks were superior, and they needed some kind of aid. Air support was not an option, reinforcements in the mainland were still gearing up, they were running out of options.

A hundred miles away, a single silo opened its blast doors, gas escaping as the silo pressurized.

Night was falling, but if the Chanceller wanted, he could make it bright as day...

OOC: Oh, not cool. Even I don't have nukes, and I'm bigger, richer, and less war ravaged than you. Besides, why on earth would you nuke your own troops (particularly if your army is as short-staffed as you keep saying it is)? Wouldn't it be better to let my guys escape? I'll just escalate if you nuke my troops.

As Holy Paradisian fighter jets patrolled the sky, searching for enemies, on the ground, Holy Paradisian troops searched for South Defesian civilians so they could get them to safety. A good number of people had been saved, but the forces had not reached a town yet.

Regardless, as night fell, General Knispel was getting tired of waiting. He sent a notification to the 41st Armoured to pull back-they weren't needed.

Because of the simple fact that he and his men were better off than the enemy, and the enemy had fortified on a hill top, it would be so easy to break out (with >200 tanks, you either fortify the hilltop to death, or you spread yourselves very thin trying to cordone me off. Either way, its easy for 2 divisions to break out of.) One mass shell-and-rocket, then run right past them, seeing as both divisions were entirely mechanized.

So that's what they did. A single massive bombardment as the forces began moving out, and they slipped past the enemy. Before they really did run out of ammo.

Palpentine was out of options now, the only mechanized force which managed to mobilize fast enough to counter the enemy was now in ruins.
So, Supreme Chanceller Palpentine, in his broken state of mind, demanded the launch of a single, nuclear Short Range Ballistic Missile.

The missile was launched, the surrounding Earth shuddering as it forced its way into the sky, and heading for its target.

Time to impact:
52 minutes

A platoon of Holy Paradisian troops was walking through a forest about 20 miles from the main base. It was quiet, other than distant rumbles of explosions. A small camp was made, and the soldiers relaxed.

"Anyone got a light?" one of them said. Another soldier tossed a small metal object towards the speaker, who caught it and flicked it open. He lit his cigarette and put it in his mouth. He tossed the lighter back to the other soldier.

"I tell ya, although this place may be a war-torn hellhole, it's got a nice climate." the smoker said. "What is it right now, 70 degrees? Just beautiful."

"Yeah." the other soldier replied.

"I'm Private Brian Grant, by the way. You?" the smoker said.

"Private Joseph Brussels. Nice to meet ya." the other soldier replied. "Have you heard anything about where we're at?"

"I heard we're a good 20 or so miles from the main camp." Pvt. Grant replied. "I don't know why they landed us so far from the fight. Real waste of time, if you ask me."

"I don't mind not gettin' shot at, to be honest." Pvt. Brussels laughed.

"Wait, you're fucking joking, right?"

"Why the hell would they launch a nuke?"

"Is it aimed at us?"

These questions and many more filled the air surrounding the main camp of the Holy Paradisian forces. Admiral Brown and General Anderson discussed the news with a confused feeling.

"The report is correct?" Adm. Brown asked.

"Yeah, unfortunately. Thankfully, it's not headed towards any of our forces. Still, there's gonna be some poor sorry bastards out there who are gonna get hit by the thing." Gen. Anderson answered.

OOC: Is it nuclear, or conventional? Either way, my late night break out I just began puts me safely out of range of where it would be aimed (it would a godmode to have it follow to the force as it leaves.

Chanceller Palpentine was in his office, giggling and talking to himself, when his aide walked in.

"Your highness, why have you not deployed more troops to advance into South Defese? Your allowing the enemy to dig himself in an--"
"ENOUGH!" Palpentine bellowed.
"Everything is going according to my plan. My grand plan you see? Its all very clever. Yes, so very clever! Ill crush the enemy, then unite my country!"
The aide, fearing for his life, could only knod.
"B-but your highness, a nuke??"
"It will cleanse the Earth of the heathens, all hail the power of the atom, let us bask in its glow...Come Jerry..."
"Its...Its Richard your Highness..."
Palpentine started at him with such rage, the aide fainted.
"GUARDS!" Palpentine bellowed.
"Your highness!?" They yelled after bursting into the room.
"Take this man, and shoot him!"
"Yes Your Highness!"

When they had left, he proceeded to talk to himself.
"Im the holy warriar...rid the Earth of heathens...unite....heehee....heeheeheehahahaha!!!"

ooc: its aimed in front of were your troops are going to, but your troops dont know that, so they have no way of knowing they need to turn tail and run.
And its a nuke, stragetic nuke, itll wipe out about half your forces im hoping.

OOC: You don't even know where my troops were heading. And also, the Chancellor could not physically have gotten news of the break out anyway before he launched it.

ooc: He launched it at were he thought you were heading, and he launched it BEFORE the break, hes willing to risk the mens lives if it means your men die too.
Anyway, your men have 20 minutes to be oblivious before atoms start splitting all over the place.

OOC: But its godmoding if it just hits wherever you think I'm going. I have a place they are going: I will not change it, but I will not say what it is until the nuke hits, and the place is named.

But I'll tell you this, they took a hard left. They aren't leaving your territory right away.

ooc: I wont change it in mid-flight, but it would be pointless and godmodding to say that your forces can get totally out of range of a nuke in 20 minutes, arent your troops treads damaged or anything?

OOC: A few did have damaged treads. They toarched 'em and left 'em, though. The point of a break out is that its supposed to be fast.

BTW, going at full speed, it(the units) could cover about 50 miles (you originally said the nuke had 50 minutes to impact, and about five minutes earlier my breakout started), completely motorized (which it is, because I dumped the slow vehicles.)(maneuver is meant to shake pursuers.)(and I'm headed for your coast.)

Also, one more post, then I'm off for the night.

ooc: Can you at least take heavy damage? The man in charge who happens to be insane is nuking his own land, the least you can do is have a few men die at least. Maybe the infantry all get sick from radiation.
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IC:

A high altitude UAV managed to spot the Holy Paradise compound, and the chanceller, who was overwhelmed with other skrimishes, put General Staleen Mostek in charge of booting the Holy empire out of the region.

Staleen immediatly mobilized and took command of the 5th and 6th mechanized, which, combined, composed a force of 100,000 infantrymen, 950 APCs, 30 artillary battaries, 20 mobile SAMs, and 780 Leopard 2A6 tanks, which has a 120mm gun barrel, and the armor of the M1 Abrahms.

With this force, he advanced into South Defese territory, bent on crushing the Holy Paradise position.

But he needed to soften them up first.
20 B-2 Spirits were launched, along with a escort of 30 F-22 Rapters. All this meaning the enemy would never see them coming untill they dropped their payload.

B-2 specs:
Stealth
Maximum speed: 475 mph (410 knots, 764 km/h)
Ordnance: 40,000 lb (18,000 kg) of Bomb Rack Assembly mounted 500 lb class bombs (Mk82) (total carriage quantity: 80)

F22 specs:
Maximum speed: Mach 2.42, ~1,600 mph at high altitude
Armament: 6× AIM-120 AMRAAM, 2× AIM-9 Sidewinder

OOC: Oh, the rear is going to be seriously fucked up. Its just the majority are going to be in a daze, but still in fighting condition. I'm off now.

OOC: No worries Fanboy. I ahve satellites in orbit that can blast that thing into pieces so fast, it wouldn't even leave the silo. And also, ND, how do you always have some sort of satellite or UAV or recon flight overhead to locate everybody's position. On top of that, I hate to burst your bubble and prevent an attack on myself, which I'd more than happily engage in, but the SD airfield my men are stationed at is deep within the country, well behind enemy lines. You'd have to go through layer upon layer of air defense, SAMs, Interceptors, and the like. You'd be lucky to have a bare few planes by the time you arrived at the airfield. However, if you planned to account for this in another post possibly, please say so.

IC:
FALKSAT Command
A large, red siren screamed throughout the bunker in FALKSAT signalling an impending nuclear launch. Satellite bank Defender had detected from low-Earth orbit what appeared to be a ballistic missile on an impact trajectory with Fanboy forces. Although it was originally disregarded as some sort of Air-to-Air missile or something of the like, it was eventually confirmed after further and mroe extensive evaulation of the data. The Commander on duty, a Cmdr. Leonid Tarasov, quickly ran over the information with his aides.
"Alright, so what have we got here," he asked in his usually scarily calm and almost metallic voice.
"Well sir, as you can plainly see..." The aide put a manila document folder in front of him, with pictures of the launch silo, and of the missile itself. "This missile was launched no doubt by the North Defese forces, and I recommend a full defensive strike upon the missile itself."
"Alright, any other suggestions?"
The whole room was silent, save for the sound of a few crickets in the background.
"Then what the hell are you guys waiting for? Give the order to fire!"
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High up in space, Satellite Bank Defender waited idly as it's trackers continued to follow the approaching missile. It took only a nanosecond for the signal to be sent, and once it arrived, the bank sprung into action like a well-oiled machine. In one swift and eeriely robotic movement, each of the 500 or so satellites shifted itself to target the missile directly while the computers inside made all the necessary calculations to ensure a direct hit. If sound could have been heard in space, a kind of gurgling sound would ahve echoed across it's vast cosmos as the lasers built up to project their powerful beams onto the metal casing of the warhead. Then, in the blink of an eye, the satellites discharged each of their 2000 lasers upon the missile, each slashing through the atmosphere like a hot needle. In an instant, the missile's outer casing heated up to temperatures well past that of the sun, instantly vaporizing a good portion of the electronics inside, as well as the nuclear material itself. Now, all the missile had to do was impact the earth, and wedge itself deep into it.

Link to Satellite (http://z10.invisionfree.com/Universal_Defense/index.php?showtopic=43)

ooc: No no no. You cant just have your satillites suddenly pop over my airspace to shoot any missiles that pop up, and besides its already launched and will impact in 15 IC minutes.

It would take you at least a couple hours to get a anti-ballistics satillite into orbit over my region.

ooc: Can you at least take heavy damage? The man in charge who happens to be insane is nuking his own land, the least you can do is have a few men die at least. Maybe the infantry all get sick from radiation.
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IC:

A high altitude UAV managed to spot the Holy Paradise compound, and the chanceller, who was overwhelmed with other skrimishes, put General Staleen Mostek in charge of booting the Holy empire out of the region.

Staleen immediatly mobilized and took command of the 5th and 6th mechanized, which, combined, composed a force of 100,000 infantrymen, 950 APCs, 30 artillary battaries, 20 mobile SAMs, and 780 Leopard 2A6 tanks, which has a 120mm gun barrel, and the armor of the M1 Abrahms.

With this force, he advanced into South Defese territory, bent on crushing the Holy Paradise position.

But he needed to soften them up first.
20 B-2 Spirits were launched, along with a escort of 30 F-22 Rapters. All this meaning the enemy would never see them coming untill they dropped their payload.

B-2 specs:
Stealth
Maximum speed: 475 mph (410 knots, 764 km/h)
Ordnance: 40,000 lb (18,000 kg) of Bomb Rack Assembly mounted 500 lb class bombs (Mk82) (total carriage quantity: 80)

F22 specs:
Maximum speed: Mach 2.42, ~1,600 mph at high altitude
Armament: 6× AIM-120 AMRAAM, 2× AIM-9 Sidewinder

Alright, but can we have the attack tomorrow, about 4:00 PM CST?

ooc:this is to SD

IC: "Sir, I need to see her now, or else it will be very hard to coordinate an attack with you guys."
The captain was getting annoyed. He needed to see her soon.
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ooc2: this one is for ND, about those Tu-160's he was sending
"Attention fleet, this is squadron leader. We are about to make contact with the enemy bombers, over."
The squadron was entering the range of the unguarded pair of Tu-160's. The 16 fighters each launched a pair of Sidewinders, with half going to each plane.

OOC: Actually ND, with Anti-Ballistics Missile satellites, they are positioned around the world, wether over my country or my assets. They are positioned in such a way, strategically, that they can effectively eliminate any threat thrown at me. Oh, and if you believe I am godmodding, talk to Salzland and/or Daiwiz. They will tell you that this is normal procedure for me.

ooc:
Well we are RPing that the missile hits his troops, that way the chancellers charactor development can go on.

OOC: It can hit the troops, but with a hole burnt into it. That is, unless Fanboy agress to having his army wiped out by an atomic weapon.

Also, I apologize if I sound like I'm being overly harsh or a stickler. When it comes to war RP, I tend to be crazy realistic, as was evident by my numerous posts just detailing the aircraft landing. As with my OOC comment about4 or 5 posts ago, the airbase is deep within SD territory, and unless you knocked the defenses out somehow, then your planes wouldn't likely make it too far within before being taken out, even if they were stealth.

bump

Alright begin your attack.

OOC: It can hit the troops, but with a hole burnt into it. That is, unless Fanboy agress to having his army wiped out by an atomic weapon.

Also, I apologize if I sound like I'm being overly harsh or a stickler. When it comes to war RP, I tend to be crazy realistic, as was evident by my numerous posts just detailing the aircraft landing. As with my OOC comment about4 or 5 posts ago, the airbase is deep within SD territory, and unless you knocked the defenses out somehow, then your planes wouldn't likely make it too far within before being taken out, even if they were stealth.

OOC: I already hashed this out with him. Its two divisions, and the very edge of the shockwave will hit the rear of the fleeing force. It'll be nasty, in other words, and some of my guys will get radiation poisoning, but the two divisions will still be viable forces. He also (I hope) understands that by doing this, I'm escalating with a full invasion (or at least a large increase in forces).

OOC: Alright then. We'll just ignore my above post then regarding FALKSAT.

OOC: Should I just rp the impact now?

ooc: yea.
BTW, by the time your other forces begin the invasion, my entire air force and ground troops will be mobilized.
So no more sneaking into ND territory, artillary guns own the ND side of the border :p

"Admiral, the first four divisions of the next army have landed. We're still waiting for a report on what happened with the fighters."
"Good. Keep landing, and give me an update when the forces are dug in."
"Yes sir."

ooc: please reply to my last post.

Both Tu-160's were knocked out of the sky, engines belching smoke. The pilots managed to eject, and were drifting closer and closer to the Gordo forces...

ooc: I want to RP the catured pilots, if thats 'aight.

ooc: no problemo, just don't godmod and say "Then they went and killed the whole company" or crap like that.

ooc: aww ruin my plan why dont'cha.

The 2 surviving pilots managed to make a soft landing ontop of a large dune, only a mile away from the Gordo forces. One of them had shrapnel in his leg, and couldent move.
The injured pilot, Sam, screamed in pain as the impact of the landing combined with the hot sand tore into his leg wound.
The other pilot, Rachel, immediatly pulled out a standard issue Med-kit from one of the velcro pockets in the parachute strap. Once she was done bandaging, all she could do was wait.

"Captain, the planes exploded pretty close to here. What if there are some survivors?"
"Take your squad and search for them."
"Yes sir. C'mon men, we're moving out."

Sergent Erich Walker had just recently been promoted. His squad's former Sergent had been killed in an accident on their transport, and he had been promoted to replace them. He was a tall, but unasuming guy with brown hair and a Deskan accent. This was going to be his last tour of duty, and he wanted to make the most of it. Finally, he was commanding his first operation.

Rachel saw a small rising cloud of dusk from what she guessed was a enemy vehicle sent to search for her.
She drew her 9mil pistol and dragged the protesting Sam behind the cover of another dune.

"This area's clear sarge. Let's keep moving."
"Fine. But make sure we come back, just in case."
"Whatever you say. You're the boss."

The jeep kept moving, and eventually went out of sight.

ooc: since you all got a character, this guy's gonna be mine.

Rachel peeked her head over the dune, and her metal water container flashed the sunlight towards the approching vehicle.
Swearing, she ducked down again, and clamped her hand over Sams mouth, who was still moaning pitifully.
At 23, and just recently consripted, Sam had almost no combat experiance, and so did not understand why Rachel was dragging him across the dunes, then clamping her sand covered hand over his mouth.
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Rachel looked down at Sam, his wound was getting worse, and it was surely going to become infected without immediate medical attention.
She contemplated surrendering, but as it turned out, the flash from her canteen meant she didnt have too...

"Hey Korman, what was that flash?"
"I'm sure it wasn't anything Sarge. The desert gives you illusions ya know."

Rachel decided for another peek, this time making sure her canteen was unhooked from her belt, she looked over the dune. Sticking her head out and craning her neck, trying to spot the jeep.

A bright flash of light appeared in the northeast sky out of nowhere.

"What the fuck was that?" Gen. Anderson asked loudly.

"Had to be the nuke, sir, we had tracked it from its launch. We couldn't do anything about it, nor did we know where it was gonna hit until now," an intelligence officer replied. "From our estimates, it hit the encampment of the Fanboyist army, but, fortunately, they had begun to leave a little before the launch, so while some are bound to be affected, they should be fine overall."

"Any of our forces in the area?" Gen. Anderson inquired.

"No, thankfully."

Little did the Holy Paradisian forces know that a large bomber squadron of ND's was headed their way.

The jeep was about a mile past were Sergent Walker saw the flash. He kept thinking about it, and finally told Pvt. Korman to turn the jeep around.
"I just want to see what it was. What if it really was something."
"Fine, we'll go."

ooc: yea.
BTW, by the time your other forces begin the invasion, my entire air force and ground troops will be mobilized.
So no more sneaking into ND territory, artillary guns own the ND side of the border :p


OOC: Doesn't matter. I still outnumber you. And my stuff is better. And who says I'm gonna bother with crossing the border?

She saw the jeep make a sudden U-turn, then made started swearing in Defesian.
Unclipping her 9mm, she went prone, took careful aim, then waited for them to get closer.

When they were only a short distance away, she fired 3 shots, shouting "Dont come any closer!" in Defesian.

Sam, clamped his hands tight over his ear's, already showing signs of a pshycotic break.

"Goddammit Sarge, someone just fired on us!"
"Shit! Head that way. It's probably the pilots!"

The jeep increased speed, and the four men inside loaded their ACR-2 Assault Rifles.

Rachel saw it was hopeless, Sam was getting worse and worse. Even if she managed to defy the odds and fight them off, they would still be stranded in the desert.
She decided to take a chance.

She hosltered her 9mm, stood up, and raised her arms.
"Dont shoot! I surrender!" And squeezed her eyes shut, expecting a wave of bullets ripping her apart.

"Don't fire guys," Walker yelled, then turned his attention to the women, "How many of you are there?"

She opened her eyes, not beliving her luck. Regaining her composure, she yelled back in Defesian, "Its just me and my co-pilot!"

ooc: what? Breaking away from a convoy? Are you saying you're gonna blow my guys up right after I finally started building a character? And why did you say it's fanboy origin?

"Drop your weapons. I'm coming over with one of my men. If you do anything funny, my guys will shoot you to pieces."

He got out of the jeep, and started walking over to the women, keeping his finger on the trigger, just in case.

I'm waiting for the bombing, ND.

ooc: I CAN ONLY DO SO MUCH AT ONE TIME!
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Racheal shouted back "My co-pilot needs medical attention! Some shrapnel has embedded itself in his leg and torso!"
Sam was moaning pitifully, only 23 and already his life was draining from him into the desert floor.
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The bombers closed in on the Paradise forces quickly, and opened the bomb bay doors, focusing on the most concentrated area of units, they let the bombs fall.

"We have a medical kit in our jeep. I think there's some kind of surgical tools in it, but I don't think we know how to use them."
He reached where she was standing, and told her to follow him back.

ooc: wait, how could ur uav's have reached the area so fast, without getting seen by radar? Maybe you should catch up in a way more possible. Every enemy aircraft heading towards my guys has been met by a bunch of fighters. I mean, sure, you could blow up the jeep, it would add some extra stuff to the story, you know "enemies stranded in the desert together".

ooc: but then we would have seen you... If you were really that low.

ooc: I CAN ONLY DO SO MUCH AT ONE TIME!
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Racheal shouted back "My co-pilot needs medical attention! Some shrapnel has embedded itself in his leg and torso!"
Sam was moaning pitifully, only 27 and already his life was draining from him into the desert floor.
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The bombers closed in on the Paradise forces quickly, and opened the bomb bay doors, focusing on the most concentrated area of units, they let the bombs fall.

"So what are going to do about this nuke?" Adm. Brown asked.

"I don't know, but I do know..." Gen. Anderson answered when suddenly there was a large explosion nearby. A number of screams could be heard as soldiers were flung into the air.

"Shit, they're attacking, get down!" Gen. Anderson yelled as more explosions ripped up the camp. The general grabbed a radio and yelled, "We need planes, tons of them, right at the main camp! We're getting bombed, we don't know how many, just get fucking planes here now!"

Off the coast of South Defese, about 20 miles away, airmen scrambled to their jets as planes were quickly fueled and prepared for take-off.

Back at the main camp, the radio buzzed, "The jets will be there in about 20 minutes."

"Thank you, I just hope we last that long." The general replied. He then ordered, "We gotta get to the bunkers. They're about 3 miles south of here. Everybody run!"

The general's order was transmitted throughout the camp as soldiers picked up their guns. A few mobile AA guns that had been set up in the camp fired into the night sky, using the light of the explosions to aim with.

The 44th and 47th Armoured Divisions had been on the move for almost an hour now. Things had so far been...uneventful. The enemies they had bypassed had been completely incompetent, and by now General Knispel was pretty sure they had gotten away scot-free. Positive.

At least, until he saw the mushroom cloud forming on the horizon.

"Oh shit!" he had time to say before the wind (the "gust front") of the blast knocked him flat on his back and the shock waves began sending the rear of the convoy/unit into total dismay. He must have hit his head pretty hard, because he blacked out.
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Knispel and Captain Kurtzman woke-up simultaneously, in a med tent. It had been roughly a day and a half since the nuke had fallen. About 12,000 infantry were either dead, MIA, or in critical condition. 46 tanks, 14 howitzers, and 34 rocket artillery had also been damaged in the blast, though most were still at varying levels of being operable, or at least reparable. All the same, they had sat there for a day and a half.

"What the fuck---" Knispel began.
"They nuked us. Don't know what the motherfucker was thinking, but they decided to nuke us, apparently within their own borders. Idiots," a Sergent standing guard replied as a medic changed the bandage on his head.
"But what the fuck--" Knispel began again.
"Beats me, General. Guess the ol' Chancellor went bonkers after we trashed most of his armor," the sergeant stated again, cutting off the General and seriously breaching military protocol, though Knispel didn't particularly care at this point.
"But what the---"
"They didn't know we had broken out, if that's what you're wondering. It's only because we broke out that we're still alive. If we hadn't the entire unit would be radioactive plate glass now."
The General finally pulled himself together.
"Alright," he started, getting up. "Let's get this show on the road then. What's still operable?"
A staff sergent who was walking in saluted and, jumping into his role, replied "Most everything. Unfortunately, we lost most of our extra ammunition and a lot of food and fuel."
Ammo. The thought rose unbidden in Knispel's head. Is this God's idea of a cruel joke? he wondered, thinking back to his earlier thoughts about the enemy's primitive tactics.
"Well, in that case, lets get our asses in gear and haul ass back to base. We can't fight any more battles now. Who's still alive as far as officers go?"
"Most of our tank commanders survived, sir, most of the regimental commanders, and a good number of the company and battalion commanders. But we still lost a lot of company commanders. Hell, we lost a lot of companies, and even a few full battalions."
Mary, mother of God, Knispel thought angrily. I'm going to chop that goddamn chancellor's head off with my own goddamn axe, and wash my hands in his fucking filthy blood. But he kept his thoughts to himself and instead said: "How far are we from the blast zone?"
"We moved a hundred miles upwind to be out of fallout range. We should be good for that."
"Who's territory are we in?"
"We're right on the border. But still on the Northern side."
"Great. Just fucking peachy! Get everyone who's still functioning back to work and load up the critically wounded, and for God's sake get me on a line with Field Marshal Hohenzorn!"
"Yessir," answered the staff sergeant, pulling out a radio and turning it to the Federal Army wavelength. "The EMP from the nuke fried a good number of radios, but we've got a good number still functioning. We destroyed the non-functional ones to keep the enemy from finding them and getting anything useful off 'em, cause I don't think we really want to carry 'em along."
The general took the radio and spoke into it. "Hello, is this Field Marshal Hohenzorn? Sir?"
The Field Marshal replied: "Yes, General, it is. Are you all alright? Recon and intelligence from friendly forces told that there had been a nuclear strike in your vicinity."
The general took a deep breath. "Well, sir, it was aimed at us. Excused my French, but the rear of the unit is totally F.U.B.A.R., sir."
There was an intake of breath on the other side. "Oh fuck," the Field Marshal exclaimed suddenly. "When we catch that sonofabitch Chancellor, I'm going to ram my marshal's baton so far up his ass that it'll fuck with his goddamn brain, or whatever there is of it!" Hohenzorn paused, and seemed to regain his composure. "What can we send you that can help at this point?"
"Mostly shell the living shit out of 'em and draw attention away from us so we can make a clean escape back to friendly territory, sir."
"Will do. And when you get back, I'm decorating every last one of your men, as much as The General (OOC: Grimmeberger) will fucking let me. If they're still obeying orders, they are some tough, and composed motherfuckers. And they deserve it that much more in that case." He paused again. "Now, get out of there and fuck up some Defesians if you can while your at it."
"Ja, Herr Feldmarschal" Knispel replied in the two officer's native German.

The general turned to the tank ace on the bed next to him. He was apparently improving from the burns. "Hauptsturmfurher(OOC: captain)...Kurtzman, is it? Tank commander?"
The tank ace looked surprised that the general spoke German as well (though most of the 44th was, in fact, recruited from Germany, Holstein to be exact), and surprise registered in his icy blue eyes. "Ja, Herr Generaloberst. That is correct," he added in English.
"Good. I need you to lead what's left of our armor. If anyone objects, tell them to take it up with me. I'll invoke the General's authority on 'em if the refuse." Kurtzman winced at the last statement. The "General's authority" generally meant whoever was on the receiving end was in for serious disciplining, demotion, or, depending on the case, execution."
"Yessir. I'll get to it, sir!" and with that, Captain Kurtzman exited the tent to take command of the armor.

OOC: Anything major I left unaddressed? Sorry about how long it is.

Walker lead the pilot to the jeep, while Pvt. Korman carried the co-pilot. He set the co-pilot down on the back, and rummaged around until he found the medical kit.
"Do you know how to do any of the surgery?" He asked, as he had no idea how to.

OOC: I have my radio set up, finally, lol.

In the small radio tent next to the main terminal, the 27th's flight lead sent out a general announcement, heavily encrypted on a small laptop computer conected to the radio. It was an undistinguishable sound of beeps, that would play 5 times over at 2 minute intervals. It was, in a sense, a suped up version of Morse Code. That way, they could alert everybody in the area of their presence, and yet only those allied with SD would be sent the encryption key to decode the messages. It was a somewhat brilliant plan in a sense, but it still came with it's problems. All keys were too be destroyed immediately as they arrived, committed to memory as quickly as possible. Keys were also rotated daily with a 3-word confirmation code to ensure that it was in fact an ally.

The message, once decoded, read as follows:

All Nations Allied With South Defese;
Falkasian 27th Deployed Within SD Territory;
Requesting Combat Sorties and CAS;
All Forces On Standby;
Over.

"Im a pilot, ive trained for situations like this." She replied, steel in her voice.
She took out the tools she needed, muttering incoherently in Defesian while she applied anestetic to Sams leg, which caused him to spasm and scream in pain.
"Its ok Sam, it will only hurt for a minute..."
She turned to her capters, "Do you have any morphine?"

ENCRYPTED MESSAGE

To: Falkasian 27th
From: Commander Erich Riker

I'm the commander of the Gordonopian naval air wing. Our forces are glad to know that we have another ally in the area. It would be a great help if you could act as an intercepting force for North Defese aircraft. They've been sending an awful lot of bombers over the border, and it's starting to take a toll on our forces. We've lost over 30 aircraft over a couple engagements.

"Ya, there should be some in there. Check in the pouch on the side of the box."

OOC: Okay. I'm gonna go make a new thread, tell no one about it, ignore any mention of it in this thread, and blow the crap out of one your allies for two days. Alright by you UG?

UCAV post RETCON. But now im pissed.

IC:

<CIC, HMS Elizabeth>

"Sir, I don't know what happened, but all of a sudden, everyone's forces seem to have jumped forward two days. ND is under heavy assault, and several nations have landed hundreds of thousands of troops sir. NIRTSATs are detecting nuclear detonations in both North and South Defese. Unknown launch points, unknown casualties. Communications from South Defese are limited, but it appears forces are gathering for an assault into North Defese."

"What in God's name happened Lieutenant?" roared Hilton, storming over furiously. "How can we miss TWO FUCKING DAYS worth of action?" He snatched his service pistol out of its holster, and shot Brown through the forehead, blood and gore spattering the monitor behind her.

"Someone clean that shit up, and get me a proper update. Recall the fleet, pull back to safe ground, weapons free on any hostile forces that come within a hundred miles of this ship." he yelled, storming out of the CIC.


<SIC>
From: CINCTHRD Hilton
To: CINCMAFCC McLeod

Sir,

SitRep on Defese Theatre. SD Coalition forces prepping for a large insurgence into ND territory. Request RAF support to hold the border. Will need RA support once theatre becomes suitable.

Yours,

Admiral Hilton,
CINCTHRD.

</SIC>


<RAF Wymouth>

Wymouth had recently been upgraded to hold the 19th Bomb Wing which was currently the alert squadron, kept fuelled and conventionally armed for attacks as required. With tanker support, they could reach the Defese theatre inside eight hours, but until then the Third Fleet would have to do their best to strike back to aid the North.

Half an hour after recieving the alert, the first four B-1G Spectre bombers leapt into the sky on trails of afterburners. The mainstay of the McLeodian bomber fleet, the B-1G was a big, stealthy aircraft capable of carrying 135,000 lbs of mixed ordnance at well over the speed of sound. The 19th alert force was made up of twelve full squadrons, totalling 144 bombers, plus their F-30 Charybdis escorts.


<HMS Elizabeth>

Rear Admiral McDonald found Hilton on the balcony that overlooked the carrier's flight deck. "Admiral, we tracked two downed birds on AWACS, and NIRTSAT revealed a force of what appear to be United Gordonopia vehicles heading through friendly territory. Its a clear enough hostile act sir. We also spotted what appears to be a hostile camp on the border, about a hundred miles from one of the nuclear detonations. We can't be sure who it is, but they don't look friendly, and don't belong to North Defese."

Hilton turned, blood spattered across his shirt, a near demonic look on his face. "Engage with cruise missiles. Scramble the alert birds. We are at war McDonald."


<Third Fleet, moments later>

Four ships were suddenly enveloped in clouds of white smoke as the first McLeodian shots of the war were fired. The four Leopard class guided-missiles cruisers, each built for long-range bombardment, fired off a salvo of ninety-six Nightwind cruise-missiles. One ship targetted the United Gordonopia convey, the other three co-ordinated their fire to strike the unknown hostile (OOC:Fanboy) camp.

OOC: I worked for a long time on that post...can it please not be ignored, ND? A reply doesn't need to be anything that long.

ooc: another thread? For what? Also, just to clear up any confusion, it's just one jeep, not a convoy.

"Ya, there should be some in there. Check in the pouch on the side of the box."

She opened the pouch, and discovered cack cocain, then used this as evidence to arrest the entire Gordo army.
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She opened the pouch, and pulled out a needle, and a container of morphine.
She filled the needle up, and administered it to Sam.
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Im not a doctor, sooo
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Few minutes later
Sam's leg was now free of all the shrapnel Rachel could find, and would be ok untill he got proper medical attention.

"Alright, im done. Take me to your death camps." She muttered angrily.

One ship targetted the United Gordonopia convey, the other three co-ordinated their fire to strike the unknown hostile (OOC:Fanboy) camp.

OOC: My camp is in a completely different place! Hell, it doesn't even exist, cause it dispersed!

BTW, ND, can you please respond to my post on the previous page?!

"Ha, who told you we had death camps? Anyway, get in the jeep. I have no idea what we're gonna do with you. I don't think we have any prisoners yet. Our ground forces haven't seen any action yet."
Once in the jeep, they left the area, and headed back towards the company's base, which was about 10 minutes away.

ooc: wait, you just launched like 24 missiles at one jeep carrying four of my guys and two of ND's?

The 44th and 47th Armoured Divisions had been on the move for almost an hour now. Things had so far been...uneventful. The enemies they had bypassed had been completely incompetent, and by now General Knispel was pretty sure they had gotten away scot-free. Positive.

At least, until he saw the mushroom cloud forming on the horizon.

"Oh shit!" he had time to say before the wind (the "gust front") of the blast knocked him flat on his back and the shock waves began sending the rear of the convoy/unit into total dismay. He must have hit his head pretty hard, because he blacked out.


The new aide walked into Palpentines office, bowing and shaking with fear as the chanceller was absent mindlely toying with the hair of a decapitated Fanboyist prisnor.
"Y-your highness...The missile detonated as planned...The Fanboyist troops have suffered heavy losses--"
"YESSS!!! Its all going according to plan...My glorious plan...Soon all will know of its greatness...I will unite the region, then I will decorate my office with amazing pieces of art like thisss!!!"
He raised the still dripping head, and the aide had to run out of the room.
Wondering why no one liked his work of art, he started tugging on its hair. Muttering angrily.

The new aide walked into Palpentines office, bowing and shaking with fear as the chanceller was absent mindlely toying with the hair of a decapitated Fanboyist prisnor.
"Y-your highness...The missile detonated as planned...The Fanboyist troops have suffered heavy losses--"
"YESSS!!! Its all going according to plan...My glorious plan...Soon all will know of its greatness...I will unite the region, then I will decorate my office with amazing pieces of art like thisss!!!"
He raised the still dripping head, and the aide had to run out of the room.
Wondering why no one liked his work of art, he started tugging on its hair. Muttering angrily.

ooc: oh my god, I laughed so hard when I read that

"Ha, who told you we had death camps? Anyway, get in the jeep. I have no idea what we're gonna do with you. I don't think we have any prisoners yet. Our ground forces haven't seen any action yet."
She refused to believe this.
"We learned all about what you do to cities you manage to capture...marching the Citizens to camps to be gassed and decapitated by the dozens...Chanceller Palpentine did a broadcast himself about it...Saying you were so desperate you were resorting to blitzkreiging undefended towns..."
She couldent go on, her eyes watering. She grabbed Sams hand and squeezed it hard.