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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 28 2012, 04:07 PM (779 Views) | |
| Lines | Nov 28 2012, 04:07 PM Post #1 |
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((OOC: The following nations would be aware of the doctrine before it was released: Adehn, Sainam, Sen Brielle, Zanaro.)) Halvadag, Länlania 307, Early April "The high seas of long been controlled by malevolent forces," Bonde said, his face straight as he stared into the camera, "pirates--bands of brigades--rouge states. The unsavory groups seeking merely to expand their coffers, with no regards to the health of the world, nor it's people. Trade between the east and west, the north and south, has been nearly nonexistent, as pirates control both the Horn of Irenical and the Kalzan Scene, preventing honest traders from traveling the seas, and being out of range of Oracia's great powers. "However," he continued, "it is high time for a change. The Commonwealth will no longer tolerate the existence of naval brigands and their tight choke-hold on international trade and travel. For too long have they interfered in open trade, pillaging civilian vessels and murdering countless. "We shall therefore fight to protect the sea, and her children, as well as their right to travel her without fear. Over the next few months, the Commonwealth will conduct widespread operations against piracy throughout the planet, joined it's efforts by the Willing. Together, we will liberate the seas, and enable all men and women to travel them unhindered." "And that was His Majesty, King Soren II, discussing his recently released 'April Decree'--the first Royal Decree since the late King Erick's reign. However, this reporter stands firmly behind his king in this new effort--which is estimated to benefit millions throughout the globe." Sabine, Ththys Sea 307, Mid-May "Fire." The Länlanian destroyer's twin guns turns eastward, parallel to the hull. A few seconds later, the otherwise silent morning was broken by a line of loud bangs, as the ship released a volley of shells into the horizon. Within minutes, several dozen kilometers away, a small Andresian Naval frigate would erupt into flames, as it's side is penetrated by the might of Länlanian railgun slugs. The HMS-Fern, a Blackbreaker class destroyer, had already chose it's next target, however, and fired a second volley. A few kilometers behind it, the HMS-Bindweed joined in the assault of the pirate's outer-screen. From over a hundred kilometer away, the Länlanians had the clear advantage, disabling ship after ship before the pirates even knew they'd arrived. Even then, however, the Länlanians were out of range. Pirate anti-ship missiles were fired blindly, often missing by miles. When they did manage to home in, the missiles were shot down ten kilometers away, by the Commonwealth Navy's anti-missile screen, or at four kilometers by the ship's automatic turret guns. "Sir," another voice began, "intelligence reports the Blackheel and Sinatra have left port and are sailing to meet us." "Sink them, and order the hellfire." "Sir." Several dozen kilometers north, a pair of signals descended into the ocean, and, mere seconds later, missile after missile after missile returned in it's place. Ten cruise missiles penetrated the ocean surface and arched lightly, forcing their way parallel to the waves before bursting into mach four. The pirates didn't know what hit them, as their screen-ships were ignored--the missiles shooting past the counter-fire, and slamming into the twin Leviathans. Minutes later, the would-be screens themselves faced a missile onslaught, as they attempted to circle back to port. Within hours, the pirate armada was routed, the main Länlanian fleet striking from the southeast, submarines reinforcing them from the north, and the Adenites, attached to a smaller Länlanian force, smashed in from the west. By the time the Länlanian forces re-established radio communications, few enemy ships remained in the waters--most wrecked remains of the Wraith Navy vessels they were, disabled as they attempted to slug back to port. "Open a line to the Adenites," the Länlanian Admiral ordered. He was a middle-aged man, his head partially balded and greyed due to age and stress, yet his green eyes maintaining a youthful spark. The spark glowed with the man's smirk, as he stared into the face of his Adenite counterpart. "You may capture the survivors," the Admiral said. "However, I suggest you hurry; it won't be long before the brigands release their planes... if they survived the hellfire." Miles northward, Länlanian missiles breached the perimeter of known pirate hideouts, before exploding into countless smaller explosives, which showered over pirate airstrips and camps. Explosives went off throughout the island nearly simultaneously, filling the air with fire and smoke. "It'll likely be an hour or two before they recover enough to launch sorties," the Admiral continued. "Our ships will be able to hold their own, even if caught outside the carrier's umbrella. However, I can't guarantee your forces' safety, should you stray off far." As the Adenite well knew, the Länlanian landing force was still a week away. They had one week to break the island's defenses. "We start at midnight," the Admiral closed. Edited by Lines, Nov 28 2012, 04:08 PM.
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| Fien | Nov 28 2012, 05:19 PM Post #2 |
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Admiral Nessan stood at the bridge of the ANS Vi'rasa, a Kohn class cruiser, as they approached a flotilla of pirate vessels. Radar showed around two ships they guessed to be frigates and one that was much larger moving away from the Lanlanian fleet. The Adehn task force of two cruiser and a frigate was part of the initial force sent to join the Lanlanian attack on the pirates. Nessan listened as his Lanlanian counterpart sent his message. They had encounter very little resistance beyond a few small planes that were quickly shot down. "We hear you loud and clear Admiral and we're beginning our attack. We'll capture any survivors that we can. Calm seas and good fighting." The admiral said before putting the mic down and looking over to an officer. "Do we have radar lock yet?" "Yes sir, missiles are ready and aimed, range 86km." "All ships, fire when ready." The ship was overcome with a roar as 2 missiles fired out of the tubes in front of the bridge. The glass shook and rang and Nessan watched as they flew off at tremendous speed towards the pirate ships. Around 2km away the other cruiser fired it's missiles as well. Orders were related between people as the Admiral sat tense and waiting. After what felt like an hour he heard some one shout. "Confirmed hits! Small vessels 1 and 3, all missiles hit." Nessan smiled. "They won't have survived that, switch to the large vessel and fire tubes 3 and 4, 5 and 6 on standby." Two more missiles roared their way our of their tubes before another officer shouted. "Radar signature, missile. 11km out. Point defense targeting" The two 154mm turned and fired, round after round. After roughly three shots each they ceased. "Radar signature gone, missile destroyed." "Confirmed hits on the large signature, all missiles." Nessan smiled once again. Survivors seemed rather unlikely at this point. "Fire 5 and 6, keep our point defense pointed at them." Edited by Fien, Nov 29 2012, 03:57 AM.
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| Borkus Pejicus | Nov 28 2012, 05:37 PM Post #3 |
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" Our allies dont need our support. They are more than strong enough to deal with this threat by themselves. However No pirate must be overlooked. Eliminate each and everyone of them my son. Provide the order to aid this righteous cause and bring peace to the ocean." The ill king weezed. " Yes father. I shall get General Wither to prepare the submarines to send infantry onto the enemy territory. While we take the land and Lanlania control the skies. We shall also provied help for those of naval needs. Our trading route is still however interrupted by priates, thankfully. They can port here before they go to their homes. Tonight we fight a battle for tommorow. Tommorow we thank the seven skies if we win. And this battle shall go down into the depths of history as a noble one." Borkus told his father. " I know Andreyus was your favoured son. But I'll try my best." Borkus finally said and left. " Anora send word to Admiral Nightcrook and General wither to meet me in the council room. "You wished to see us your highness." Admiral Nightcrook said. She bowed to her prince and sat down. The General too did the same and took his seat. " We must help our allies. It is one of my fathers diying wishes. Azaryth will not be seen as a fearful land. We shall fight these criminals and bring peace to the seven seas. Like i told my father. We shall send submarines to help our allies. Sir bonde is fighting and I wish to help him as much as possible. I do not know if he has sent his airforce in but we shall secure and infantry position to allow any ships to port. Azaryth has always been seen as a sneaky, deceptive. always using hit and run tactics. It is time to show that Azaryth is also a proud country and shall stand by its friends. We fight not for honour or glory. We fight for safety. for who knows how many mothers, fathers,brothers sisters sons and daughters have died from these wretched pirates. We must take action before it is to late. Begin the preparations and as soon as you have finished head off. General you shall take lead. Be careful my brethren. stay safe and keep as many as alive as possible. but remeber the mission as well." " YES SIR." They both said walking out of the council room. The preparations had begun. |
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| Fien | Nov 29 2012, 12:24 PM Post #4 |
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"By the burning dark!" Admiral Nessan spat as he rose to his feet once more, a warm trickle going down his head "What in all the world hit us?!" He looked out the now shattered window of the bridge to his ship, now smoking and wreathed in flames at the very tip of the bow...or at least, where the bow once was. The explosion that had rocked the ship had sent him into a console headfirst and he was still dizzy and disoriented. They had followed the remaining ship of the pirate flotilla as it fled north away from them. He was rather surprised as it dodged or intercepted several missiles but figured that the initial surprise of the Adehnite attack had worn off and the brigands had gotten their act together. After about 40 minutes that had closed to within 40 km of the enemy ship and were preparing to fire another salvo at it when a new contact appeared on their radar. His radar officer confirmed it to be a similar signature to the large vessel that had headed the flotilla when they first engaged it. Before Nessan could give orders to target and engage it, however, his radar officer shouted something about a new contact at 2.5 km. Within a few moments instant they were hit. "Radar shows the missile streaked in from the direction of the large contact, sir! 4 meters off the water, mach 2!" Shouted the radar officer. "How in the......where did they get those?! Target that large vessel and fire all our remaining SSMs. Helmsmen, break off and turn towards the Gresmis as soon as they've launched. I want to be under it's point defense shield if they're going to be firing any more of those. Tune the radar to look for any more of those sea skimmers and be sure our guns our pointed towards the large contact to shoot them down. Damage report?" "Fire teams are moving in, CO2 is being pumped into the gas lines in the front half of the ship. Bulkheads 3 through 7 have been closed. We're down to about 12 knots. Our front 154mm and 37mm are not responding. neither are missile tubes 11 and 12." From one missile? The thrill of battle disappeared now as fear rushed to take it's place. These were not like the tribals during the Southern War, he thought, these were professionals. He would not make the mistake of forgetting that. The ship suddenly shook as their remaining two missiles fired, streaking out to reap vengeance. He turned to his radio officer. "Get the Lanlanians on the line and ask if they have reports of the pirates getting their birds in the sky yet. I'm worried they'll smell blood now and seize the chance." |
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| Lines | Dec 1 2012, 01:08 PM Post #5 |
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"They're being intercepted as we speak," the Länlanian Admiral replied, in clear Jandrean. Unlike the last time, his face was actually focused, his eyebrows bushed together as he stared off screen, likely at another screen, or perhaps another officer. "Seems the pirates are attempting a counter-attack," he continued, turning back and relaxing his face somewhat. "One of their battleships survived--those things are really rugged, apparently--they're sending it back out, with a full escort. Seems their roaming bands are returning as well; we've three hours before their northern vessels return and reinforce them, with their third and fourth battleships. He glanced back off-screen, as loud murmurings were heard in the background. The Admiral cut it off, however, with a simple "Go!" command. His eyes quickly darted back to the Adenite, "Their destroyer screens are dangerous to our aircraft; we've no vessels in your vicinity, so you'll have to provide support; we need their destroyers disabled, before our fighters can swoop in and rout the fleet. "We're sending reinforcements to your position; the Dandelion and the Oleander will be able to provide anti-aircraft cover in twenty-minutes. Until then, our fighters will protect you. Sink their destroyers." ((OOC: Bah. Anyway, translation: the pirates noticed you, and have thrown aircraft and a battle fleet at you. It's lead by a half-damaged battleship, has a cruiser or two, and several destroyers. The destroyers are preventing Länlania's fighters from swooping in and destroying them, and the Länlanian ships are out of range--you want that far, mate. ;P I'll let you RP that fight--the Adenite task force engaging the pirate fleet, with Länlanian air support, the disabling of the destroyers, and the fighters swooping in and damning the battleship. It's also totally not because I'm too lazy to do it myself--and definitely not because I'm not sure where to go. Don't even think that, man. How dare you.)) |
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| Fien | Dec 9 2012, 09:23 AM Post #6 |
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Well that's simple enough, he thought, but still hardly easy. He began barking orders and reorganizing the task force as the Lanlanian planes moved in to finish off the remaining ships of this attack. within a few minutes the task force was heading towards this new counter attack. He had a flagship without a bow and no SSMs left. The remaining cruiser was also quite low on missiles, and their frigate had a much shorter range. Checking the radar reports the Lanlanians as well as their own he saw 4 ships they guessed to be the enemy destroyers. They were sailing in front of the rest of the ships in the pirate element, acting as a screen. Behind them were the battleships and cruisers that had either survived the initial attack or had come in from far out at sea. All in all a much stronger force than they could handle with their munitions so depleted. Nessan stared at the screen for a few moments before turning to his radio officer. "Tell the rest of the task force to head north-north-west and get close enough that the frigate can engage. I want them to ignore everything that isn't those destroyers; they're all we can take out right now." He looked to his helmsman "I want us heading north-north-east to try and draw them off. These guys are pirates at heart, they'll smell blood and, I hope, try and go in for the kill. All we need to do is give the Gresmis and Rofi time to get in close. Once those destroyers are down the Lanlanian birds can move in and raze the rest of their little fleet." The ships of the Adehnite force began their new movements, the Vi'rasa soon alone. The damage control crews had got it running at full speed once more and Nessan had ordered them to push the engines beyond that. Before too long they had the first reports of missiles coming in. "Contact, 9 o'clock, 40km out, missile coming in at around 800 knots." Shouted the radar man as the guns of the Adehnite ship turned to engage. after a few seconds the missiles was destroy.....and soon another took it's place on the screen. And another. And another. The guns were thundering and the 37mm's were beginning to spring to life to engage the missiles that got in close, their roar coming through the shattered windows of the bridge. Chaff was firing and Nessan had even ordered a smokescreen put up. He turned to his radar officer. "Are they moving towards us yet?" "Aye, sir. The destroyers are holding their screen and two of their capitals are moving towards our position." His radio officer shouted "The Rofi has begun to engage the screen, SSMs out!" Nessan looked over to the radar screen as two small dots appeared near the Rofi and speed towards one of the ships of the destroyer screen. As they approached the ship one of the missile signatures blinked and vanished, but the other kept it's course and sped to the dot that was the enemy destroyer. It blinked once next to the signature, which then shrunk in size. His radar officer confirmed the hit and his radio officer announced the Rofi was beginning it's attack on the next destroyer. Two more missiles sped out, and another hit was confirmed after a short, tense wait. Nessan smiled, even as a new enemy missile was picked up by their radar, streaking in low and very fast. Their guns roared once more to meet this new threat, destroying it less than a kilometer off the side of the ship. Another missile streaked in after a minute but by then the frigate Gresmis had announced it was within range of one of the two remaining destroyers and was engaging. They had done what was needed he though, as the Lanlanian planes began to move in to exploit this opening in the pirate screen. He turned to his radio officer as another missile was detected 30km off their bow. "Inform Rear Admiral Firos he has command and to inform command that the pirates seem to have absolutely dreadful radar." He said, turning to stare out the window of the bridge towards the port side of the ship. In the distance he could just barely make out through the smokescreen a small streak just off the water coming in very quickly. Edited by Fien, Dec 9 2012, 09:26 AM.
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| Lines | Dec 9 2012, 10:46 AM Post #7 |
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"Bandit Three down," the Länlanian pilot heard over his radio, "repeat, Bandit Three down. Route Two is Green. Red Squad, proceed to mission objective." Lieutenant Borkson muttered a confirmation, pulling back on his Dragoon's joystick. His aircraft--as well as the other three flying in his formation--eased northward, leaving the small flight of Länlanian fighters to continue the dogfight. Several kilometers away, another small squad of Pirate F/M-18 Gretmatpos was maneuvering, attempting to slip behind the Länlanians. As Borkson's formation left the scene, his commander's squad had separated and let loose another barrage of short-range missiles. It seems the Adehnites had managed to break the defenders good, at Red Squad made unopposed progress through the previously dangerous pirate SAM umbrella. It wasn't long, afterwards, that the six Dragoons entered firing range and obtained locks, yet still charged at the defenders, closing the range. At fifty kilometers, the Länlanian aircraft let loose, firing a volley, before keeping with their missiles into twenty kilometers, where a second volley was fired. Simultaneously, the Dragoons disengaged, turning away from the Pirate fleet. Missiles smashed into the battleship once again, as well as the accompanying cruisers, whose outdated guns were little defense against the supersonic anti-ship missiles. Along the entire conflict zone, the three Länlanian aircraft carriers ran sorties, interception pirate aircraft attempting to run missions, protecting the Adehnite and Länlanian ships as they closed in to blockade the island, smashing the pirate fleet along the way. The returning pirates, eager to jump into the fray, were picked off by Länlanian submarines scouring the northern seas, disabling and sinking unprepared pirate vessels throughout the day, and deep into the night. "Casualties, sir," the officer said, placing a list on the table. The Länlanian Admiral, Baron Xavier af Lons, stared at the list, setting aside his evening coffee. It wasn't too long, which was good. However, a few good destroyers were on the list, often disabled by missile showers. A couple outright sunk, their crews devastated before recovery efforts were made by nearby vessels. "The Vi'rasa as well?" the Admiral asked, slightly taken aback. "Yes sir," the officer replied, nodding cautiously. "Done in... in the same way." The Admiral smirked slightly, though sighed shortly thereafter. "And the Admiral?" "Unknown," the officer replied. "The Adehnites are still searching." Xavier took a glance out the window, where darkness reigned, just beyond the light of his fleet. "Our assistance has been offered, correct?" "Yes sir," the officer replied. "A few of our destroyers are operating with them. We've heard nothing, however." "How unfortunate," whispered the Admiral. "We'll be sure to give the Adehnites I chance at revenge." He smirked, looking back at the table, where the next few days' worth of operations rested in a neat pile. |
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| Lines | Dec 11 2012, 04:16 PM Post #8 |
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307, May 24 Barnacle Zone Another shell smashed into the hillside, throwing up a mass of dirt, mud, and blood, as the unlikely targeted pirates were blown to pieces. Several meters away, a pair of Länlanian marines poked out from behind a felled tree, exchanging a few quick words over their embedded helmet-radios before jogging up the hill, trusting their comrades a few meters away full to cover them. They did, evident by the rapid bursts of automatic rifle fire that erupted when a pirate dared show his face. The man ducked quickly away, however. A thrown grenade made it a pointless gesture, as a few screams of were heard moments afterwards. As the two marines ducked down behind another fallen three--the Commonwealth Navy had done it's best to prepare the field--a faint rumbling was heard, which quickly revealed itself to be an armored vehicle cresting the hill. As it cleared the hill, however, and trailed it's autocannon on the Länlanians, a white streak burst towards it, smashing into the vehicle's turret, and exploding in a bright and instantaneous flash. The helicopter flew overhead not long after, disappearing over the hill towards the enemy lines. Another helicopter followed, firing short bursts at the scene around the Länlanian soldiers, each time earning sudden screams and screeches, cut short just as quickly. It was an easy journey, then, to the hill, where the soldiers looked beyond it, onto the open field leading to a local city. The entire prairie was littered by broken armored vehicles, and dotted by men running back towards the settlement. From a clearing in the east, a line of Länlanian armored vehicles broke into the field, the lead tanks firing onto the scattering foes. Crimson Zone "The boys at Barnacle landed a few hours ago," a voice spoke into your ear. You adjust the volume, raising it by sliding your finger across the screen on your right wrist. You leave the device to lock itself, as you focus on listening to your company commander. "They've advanced almost twenty kilometers inland," he continued neutrally. "They've crushed the defenders of Barnacle One, and are moving on Barnacle Two and Three as we speak. Bloody bastards are winning the war! While we sit here and twiddle our thumbs. "No more! We've been given the green light, boys! Make your people proud, Son." The speaker tones offs, and your senses recover, in time to notice the back of the helicopter sliding open, and your fellow marines racing off, the two lines separating into the flanks. As your enter the sunlight, chaos reins around you--shells landing as close as a couple dozen meters away, smashing into the treeline as armored vehicles storm the beach. It seems as the pirates had attempted to force the landing back. Still, Länlanian air power dominates the sky, attack helicopters providing cover fire, as transport--both aerial and naval--land to unload, or smash into the sandy dunes. Länlanian marines are scattering across the beach, protected by the armored vehicles that form the center of the landing force. Your squad captain's voice breaks through your right ear, barking orders practically directly at your brain. You respond instantly, jogging behind your fireteam towards the cover of the trees. It seems your pilot choose to drop off you off in a flanking position. In the distance, you can see pirates hiding in the trees, firing machine guns at your comrades. Enemy shells rain towards your friends, though are suddenly blown midair by the C-RAM turrets installed on the landing vehicles. You imagine it'll be a long afternoon, as you and your partner thrown down your heavy machine gun beside some boulders and open fire down the beach. Your teammates scatter around you, intent on keeping you alive. ((OOC: Fien, feel free to open a new beachhead with a joint force. ;P )) |
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| Fien | Dec 20 2012, 08:11 PM Post #9 |
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Cannons thunders as 10 kilometers away a bunk erupted in flames. Overhead were burning pieces of falling debris from any plane foolish enough to come within 50 km of the Adehnite fleet. The scene was one of complete chaos and destruction...and out of it on the distant horizon of the ocean broke the order and of the Adehnite landing boats. They met no real resistance coming in to the beach besides some stray mortar and artillery shells and slammed onto the shore, their ramps dropping and their load disembarking. An initial force of almost 1200 began to land and fight it's way towards the nearby city, mopping up what the bombardment had left behind. The pirates were clearly caught completely off guard by this attack, having sent most of their forces to try and resist the Lanlanian landings on the other side of the island (Which they seemed to be failing miserably in.). Approaching the small city the Adenite infantry finally began to encounter some coordinated resistance, which they simply pinned down with medium machinegun fire and called in ship artillery to destroy it, moving on within a few minutes. The city itself held bigger problems as the pirate forces has begun to hole up in the building, trying to turn the fight into slow and painful street-to-street fighting. The Adehnites had seen more than their fill of this in the Southern Tribal War however, and waited a short while to bring up their answer. 87mm pack howitzers, grenade launchers, mortar launchers and the like were used to simply collapse any building that fired at them. Those that couldn't be so dealt with received the "Southern Solution"; a light 6 wheeled vehicle converted from an APC to house a powerful and far reaching flamethrower. Building after build was burned out and before long the pirates were in full retreat, scrambling further inland to avoid being completely wiped out. The town was taken and a commander center set up to coordinate the battle from here. The rest of the Adehnite Expeditionary Force began to land and fan out, employing the same tactics and finding the same success. The Adehnite command looked upon the scene with satisfaction. They had fought much worse than this for much longer, he thought, these poor bastards never stood a chance. Reports of an incoming armored force soured his mood however, and he bark orders for their own newly landed armor to move in to engage it. |
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| Lines | Dec 21 2012, 01:55 PM Post #10 |
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Barnacle Zone 307, May 24 - Late Afternoon "Has the village been evacuated?" "We believe so." Major General Gavriel Dresden stared at the map across his tent. Friendly forces were scattered throughout the island, centered around three beachheads--one, he was informed, was a pure Adehnite force. It was more remote, however, farther from the pirate's power center... Länlania couldn't have the Adehnites stealing the spotlight. However, settlements were plenty, as were Pirate military facilities. Most had been shelled into an unrecognizable state over the week, however, and Pirate personnel was scattered throughout the island, chaotically defending their territory against a more-organized foe. It was a losing battle. All zones had advanced faster than expected, with relatively light causalities--especially so when compared against the near-slaughter the pirates faced. Though experienced, the pirates were simply ill-equipped and under-trained to handle a professional military force. A challenge is a challenge, however. "Are you sure?" Gavriel questioned, staring at the reports concerning the reconnaissance of the small town. It wasn't too large, but it was in a prominent position on the island. If captured, it would greatly ease operations on the islands, and it's proximity to a nearby prairie would allow it to serve as an adequate landing point to the incoming reinforcements. It seems the pirates figured such as well, however, as a large force was massing in the settlements, and defenses were already being established. "It would be disastrous if these weren't combatants," the Major General continued, pointing to the red hub in the town with his index finger. "Intelligence states those are combatants," the intelligence officer said for the third time. "Legitimate targets, in this war." Gavriel stared at the man, though gave a curt nod as he dismissed the Black Guild agent and returned his attention to the map. The fleet of unmanned helicopters was already descending on the village, the spearhead of semi-autonomous armored vehicles not far behind it. Dandelion Zone Midnight The black stealth helicopter shifted as it's propellers slowed to a standstill, setting the craft down at the cliff's edge. Within moments, it was joined by another, and then three more--five silent beasts, quietly resting below a moonless night sky. The forty black-clad soldiers slipped out of their vehicles silently, each staring at the light forest ahead of them, their goggles showing the world ahead clear through their helmet-attached infrared camera--one which highlighted living creatures. There were several creatures in the forest, staring back at the stealthy figures. They flew off, however, as the helicopters did the same, leaving the forty Svartskra agents stranded, twenty kilometers from where the Western Pirate King was believed to be hiding. Their night would be long. |
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| Lines | Jan 10 2013, 08:02 AM Post #11 |
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Barnacle Zone Dresden glanced around him, at the ruins of a couple wooden buildings that were blown through the battle last night. The pirates had placed stiff resistance, forcing the Länlanians to double their efforts, and throw caution to the wind. That had led to the fiasco that occurred here, the Länlanian helicopters storming the air, firing blindly at all human-shaped heat sources, as a pair of tanks stormed the town, accompanied by semi-autonomous armored tanks. The infantry had come shortly afterwards, riding into a bullet and explosion-ridden town, the fighting taking place further towards the center, as the Länlanian mechanized force dominated the unprepared streets, smashing the defenders from all angles. It hadn't lasted long as a result, and the Länlanians had firm control of the settlement by morning, the survivors already gathered, in preparation for their military trials as "unlawful combatants". Executions seemed likely. Dandelion Zone An explosion rocked the small compound, as the screams of grown men filled the air. Gunfire erupted shortly afterwards, as elusive shadows bore through the chain-link fence, indiscriminately firing on all shapes. The Länlanians had the advantage in the deep darkness, now serving as the Pirate King's guards' death blanket, than protective shield. The engagement had been short, the five Svartskra teams easily crushing the defenders from the surrounding forests, their sniper holding back, discretely sentencing old and young men alike to death, while their machine gunners showered the defenses in explosive bullets. That was before the infantry stormed across the compound edge, using the night and surprise to devastate the defenders. Captain Will Sparrow kicked the wooden door down, stomping by the knob, and using that force to immediately dive to the ground, as bullets flew out his previous location. The guard missed, and was shot up as his reward moments later. The Svartskra team combed the room, noticing nothing out of place, before one of then suddenly kicked the desk aside, revealing a trap door. The pair of grenades cleared the room beneath them, before a pair of agents jumped down, kneeling as they studied their surroundings. It was a wooden room, dirt penetrating in places, a single tunnel leading deeper into the unknown. The lights that lined the corner of the ceiling looked recently deactivated, a thought confirmed by the agent who touched the light-bulb. A glance town the tunnel left Will with only one option. His team agreed, as they silently closed the door above them, slipped on their gas-masks, and lobbed a few grenades down the tunnel, the gas quickly spreading out. Crimson Zone You died, pierced in the abdomen by the sharpest knife, fist, and train to ever grace your skin. Or, so you wished was true, as you tried to open your eyes, groans escaping your mouth, two comrades gathered around you trying to save your life. For the record, you screamed like a girl. A little one. Edited by Lines, Jan 10 2013, 08:02 AM.
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| Fien | Jan 13 2013, 11:05 AM Post #12 |
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Most of the village was on fire, and a pile of vomit lay at Private Mirkett'ra's feet. She didn't remember throwing up but she didn't remember much of the last 3 hours. Her mouth tasted horrible, but had for the last 3 days so she really couldn't be sure. About 30 meters away her Lt. was sitting down and sharpening his short sword. It seemed to have seen a lot of use today, both it and the Lt. were splashed with blood. Mirkett'ra walked up to the man and spoke, finding her voice hoarse and weak. "S-sir?" He looked up at her with fierce eyes before breaking into a wide smile. "Hess!" he said, standing up "I thought you got caught in that firestorm!" "No sir, just a few burns. Where's the Captain?" She said. The Lieutenant's smile evaporated and his eyes got dark. "Rat's got him, sniper. We pumped grenades into the building till he stopped shooting. Then I went in and cleaned up." He returned to sharpening his blade. "Command has halted our advance from here, we're to hold what we have and let the Lanlania's take the rest." Mirkett'ra sat down, taking the rifle off her back and placing it on the ground next to her. For a minute they both sat in silence except for the steady SHHHING SHHHING SHHHING of the blade being sharpened. She finally broke the silence again. "Was the fire really necessary? I mean...what are the Lanlania's going to think when they see it?" The Lieutenant didn't look up. "They'll think whatever they want to. All I care about is that I only had one building to storm with a sword." "Was this place cleared of civilians before we attacked? At all?" This finally got the Lt. to look back up at her "There are no civilians on this island. Just rats. Now go report to your squad leader." With that Mirkett'ra picked her rifle back up and began walking back towards to burning ruins to their back lines. Passing by the charred remains of what was once a person she felt that horrible taste in her mouth returning... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The north-west of the island was in flames with nothing but 4000 Adehnite soldiers digging trenches and placing sandbags. Their losses were minimal, with their command expecting much more resistance from the pirate forces considering the beating they took at sea. It seems, however, that most of their forces were desperately trying to push back the Lanlanian forces elsewhere and reacted to them far too late. What resistance there was tried to hole up in buildings....only to have them burned and bombed out to avoid street fighting. What few pirate forces that were able to surrender were quietly shipped back to Adehn for interrogation and to determine their punishment in military tribunals. The Adehnite media was touting it's military's "grand" accomplishment, with many applauding the reforms that had been made to it over the past few years. The progressives winced and began to quietly investigate the operations. Admiral Nessan's body was never found after several missile strikes to his flagship caused it to sink within 8 minutes. He was declared dead soon after the end of Adehnite offensive actions and giving a full military burial with honors. The remaining forces on the island retained their self-command while offering complete co-operation to the Lanlanian forces still fighting. Edited by Fien, Jan 13 2013, 11:08 AM.
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| Lines | Jan 16 2013, 01:49 PM Post #13 |
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Barnacle Airstrip 307, June 08 "I'm standing here today, at the site of the largest Commonwealth military facility on the island of Sabine with exclusive, first-hand access to both the men and women fighting on the front, and, perhaps the background information, planning, and reasoning that went into the Länlanian invasion of Sabine." Major General Dresden glanced over the woman. She was thin, though professionally dressed. She was loud, though respectful. She was a thorn, though would be a valuable ally to the Crown in the weeks to come... Considering she'd be here for quite a while. "Major General Dresden." the girl began, facing him. They'd angled and timed their interview such that the Länlanian reinforcements would begin arriving as they talked. Already, a massive jet was touching down onto the asphalt airstrip, arching to the flank as another began to follow. Around the scene, a multitude of helicopters, men, and trucks were haphazardly moving about. Organized chaos, really, as everything had a purpose. Probably. "General Dresden," she repeated herself, "it's said that you were the man response for planning and leading the campaign. Is this information accurate?" "Absolutely," Gavriel Dresden answered. "Though, it should be noted that my original plans were reviewed extensively by my peers back in Halvadag, ensuring that the plan we went with was the best and ensured a quick, resolute victory over our foes--and it did. As you can see here today, we've achieved the quickest victory in recent warfare. "We've curbed the pirate, crushed their resistance, and are presently besieging their final stronghold on the island. They've lost, plain and simple." The newswoman nodded carefully, making sure her cameraman had the contraption focused direction on the decorated man. "And where does the Commonwealth intend to take the campaign, then?" "Now that we've crushed the old regime--I'm sure you're well aware that self-proclaimed Pirate King Donald Romney was killed a few days ago outside Dandelion--it would be imprudent for us to just withdraw, leaving these people open for a new madman to come in and set up shop. "No, the King himself has ordered us to prepare for a prolonged occupation. We intend to provide these Oracians the security they are do. The Commonwealth will defend these islands from pirates." "Does the Crown intend to perpetually maintain a military occupation of Sabine?" "Not at all. We intend to stabilize the local scene, wipe out the pirate resistance before we work to establish a local, self-governing body. They shall then be given the option of joining the Commonwealth as a full member. I can't imagine they'd refuse." The girl nodded wisely, smiling ever-so-politely. "So, then, what exactly is left for the military here?" "After we take their last fortress, the military will remain at generally the present levels. Most of the task force will be dedicated to providing security and making the people feel safe, so that a proper, legitimate election may be run for their elected officials." "Will a royal territory be established over the territory?" "There are no present plans to establish a Dukedom on Sabine, or any other imperial office." "Alright," the girl continued. "One final question! What's the Crown's position on the affairs currently erupting in Adehnite, concerning the foulplay involved in their military campaigning, and the destruction they sowed on the locals. Will the Commonwealth government seek retribution on part of the locals?" A certain look ran across Dresden's face for only a moment, before he remained silent for several. At last, he answered, carefully picking his words, "The Crown is currently investigating the situation in conjecture with an Adehnite committee. We are not yet ready to release an official statement, nor make any promises to any party." "Ah--" "Furthermore, I've business to address. Perhaps we've interviewed enough?" "Ah... Very well, General. It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and thank you for your time." |
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| Fien | Jan 16 2013, 02:10 PM Post #14 |
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June 13th, 307. General Osmeiss, head of the Adehnite Expeditionary Force to Sabine, sat at the somewhat small table waiting for the Lanlanian party. He had been brought in only 3 days ago to replace the old general, after he was removed in the wake of the "Intelligence Issue" that had been leaked to the news. He was rather pleased with that (he had hated that nasty little man) but was less pleased with being thrust into the post-conflict talks without much warning. Still, he had a duty, he was a soldier after all. There was a knock at the door and the Lanlanian group walked in. |
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| Lines | Jan 16 2013, 02:17 PM Post #15 |
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Major General Dresden entered, his face business, his hands occupied by a few dossiers. Nonetheless, he set the material down on the table, before stretching his hand across it, "Major General Gavriel Dresden," he stated, plainly, though with a slight smile. "Commander of the Commonwealth military forces in the region." He took his seat, gesturing to the iced water that an aid brought in after him. "Now," he began steadily. "I'm sure you've become aware of the Commonwealth's plans for the region. Perhaps we should beginning with your any objections or comments you've on that fact?" |
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