NationStates Jolt Archive

PLEASE NOTE-THIS IS A NON-CANON RP

Presidential Compound

The Rays of sunlight shone over the hills around 'The Rock'. The Presidential Compound was quiet, only Secret Service Agents could be seen on patrol around the Grounds. A light wind blew in the branches of the trees.
Two Secret Service Agents walked down the corridor to the Presidents Bedroom, the President had woken up and was ready to get about Presidential duties. They knocked on the Door and The President opened it a few seconds later.
"Good morning Mr President" One Agent said.
"Thanks Bill" Kyle Watson replied with a smile.
"Your Brief and Locator Sir" The Other agent added.
"Thank you Tom" Kyle said taking the Brief and Locator.
Minutes Later Kyle and the two agents walked into the Circle Office. The Agents took up their position by the door and Kyle sat down behind the Desk and began to read the Brief.

Air Force Station Storm

Two F-31X's 'Cyclone' Interceptors flew along the Border in the morning Light. Outbound from AFS Storm on a regular patrol of the border region. The planes glinted in the sun as they flew through the sky.
"Patrol duty is boring" Viper One commented.
"Hey at least we get flying time" Viper Two replied.
"Thats true" Viper One grinned looking to his left, seeing is wingman's jet less than a few yards away.
"And we get to fly around with missiles strapped to our ass" Viper Two laughed as they continued to fly.

FCGS Iron

The Coast Guard Vessel Iron moved through the water, right on the edge of Lingards Waters, here prow cutting through the water with ease. The Ship was quiet, there had been nothing going on that night, no ships in distress, no attempted smugglers, nothing. Much of the Ships crew were asleep, save for the night watch who would be releived in thirty minutes by the Day watch, which was much of the crew.
Looking up from the foredeck, Coast Guard Officer, Ensign Tom Murry looked up, he could just the EC-14 assigned to the Sector fly through the sky on Patrol.

Fort Campbell

Fort Campbell was just waking up. A bugle call roused the Fort, soldiers got into their Uniforms and cleaned and checked their Weapons. Some soldiers would go to the outskirts of the Fort on guard, some would be going onto Parade, and others would be doing other duties. The buzz of a AH-5 could be heard taking off.

Bump Wolf Hold

Bump Wolf Hold

Several Days Ago
Central Command Strategy Room, The Fang

As 1st Wolf's Marshall Cain strode into the room, it went silent. Where as before the assembled Generals, Commanders, Admirals, Commodores and other personnel had been chatting and conversing, it now went deadly quite as they all snapped to attention and saluted. Strolling to the centre of the vast control room, which could handle theoretically the strategic planning and overall command operations of four major world wars simultaneously alongside the day to day business of running the country, with each command and service branch having its own dedicated section. The large room was full of people, at the front were the Generals, Admirals and Air Commodores, with Commanders, Colonels and other high-ranking officers just behind them. Then around the edges of the room, standing around map tables and digital wall displays were staff officers, advisors and other personnel who were critical to strategic planning. They were all buzzing to know what the Marshall intended for them, they all knew that for the past few weeks, the entirety of the strategic planning team had been preparing for a large scale conflict. Now they would find out where they were going.

Cain stepped up onto the podium and smiled out across the assembled men and women, saluting them his voice carried across the room with ease, "At ease!" The whole room as one relaxed and let there arms down as personnel lent against tables or took up more comfortable standing positions. As soon as he saw that everyone was ready, Cain pressed a button on his podium, up behind him popped up a large map, projected onto the wall by several powerful projectors implanted into the walls. The assembled staff and officers eyes grew slightly larger as they recognised were they were looking at, the invasion plans for the Federation Of Lingards. It took a minute or two for the outbreak of whispering to calm down, as soon as the deadly silence of the room returned, Cain began to outline the plans.

“I have decided to is time to expand our colonies, after deliberation and consultation with the strategic planning team I have decided that the Lingards to be the target for the expansion. This invasion will begin within the week. It will involve all commands as I intend to use this also for a chance for our troops to practise combined arms using real ammunition. The operation will be spilt into several parts with the overall operation name being Operation Deaths head. Stage one code named Operation Fiery Skies is the destruction of the Lingards naval bases using strategic strikes from our WMD-2 God send satellites in orbit. Stage two codenamed Dampened Fields is the destruction of the Lingards air defence network and early warning radar arrays. Stage three codenamed Firefox will involve a multi lateral invasion of the Lingards by marines and airborne assault regiments to secure beach heads in which we can land more troops also Wolf Legion Commandos and Wolf Recon teams will be operating behind enemy lines after the destruction of the AA defence network in an attempt to take out targets of opportunity. Stage four codenamed Operation Devils Head is the assault on major points of resistance inside the Lingard and finally stage five codenamed Operation Fallen Union is the subjugation of the Lingards and the instalment of the colonial government. For this operation I am committing almost the entirety of our available armed forces however I am keeping our defence forces more or less at the same levels. Naval assets being sent include Battlegroup Lombax, Wolf Haven and Ajax, meaning that the outer fleets will be slightly weekend. Further deployments can be seen in your briefing packs. Any questions?”

((OOC: I need a map before I can really begin, do you have one?))

OOC: I'll get it to you by tomrrow.
OOC2: WMD's?

(OOC: Thanks and WMD-2s are kinetic rod strike munitons, rods from god)

OOC: Ah Ok, slightly more manageable

(OOC: Any news on that map?)

OOC: Bump

OOC: Battlehawk? Is Lingards a puppet or is this Four Heatons?

OOC: It was meant to be my Bro, but as so often happened we forgot to log off, decided to start again as a new nation

OOC: Damn, I liked that little fued between our nations. Oh well, I await the map.