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| Konosha | Nov 6 2007, 05:12 AM Post #76 |
The Maui Boy
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July 8 of 20XX 20 miles west of Cape Dyer Fort Bresniv, Konoshian Observation Post Private First Class Depolv Kresinv, a new soldier fresh out of training, sat bored at his monitoring station in the small observation post that any held a company's worth of soldiers. He had been asigned to the Thermal Troop Detection Station, one of the most aggrivating, yet oddly rewarding jobs in the Konoshian Army. The TTDS was a small structure, in the center of the small observation post, which was made out of thin, flismy pieces of sheet metal that could barely stand up, it was the Konoshian answer to quick de-assembly though they sure didnt think about the protection of the occupant while designing it. They also didnt think about the size, it could only fit one man. He could be in his tent, one of the three housed inside of the Observation post's sandbagged walls, cleaning his weapon or watching porn like he knew all of the other young soldiers were doing right now. He could be, but he wasnt. No, he was watching out for 120 soldiers, a Private was responsible for 120 soldiers liv-- A violent explosion ripped through the side of the small structure of which Deplov was occupying, sending him carenning to the ground for cover. The explosion was accompinied by the sounds of loud whistling sounds, which rapidly grew louder and louder. "Incoming!" A Voice shouted before another explosion shot fire and flames into the air. "The Socialist's are attacking! Grab your guns!" Deplov was still regaining composure from the first blast which had taken apart his small TTDS post and him flying into the dirt, but he was quickly forced to his feet when a dashing soldier grabbed him by the arm. "This is no time to be sitting around like you just got your head cut off soldier, you gotta be quick!" The soldier said. "Y-Yeah... Yeah!" Deplov said illiterately, stumbling towards his tent to secure his weapon. Deplov was quick to retrieve his Battlerifle, and exit the tent, though he wish he hadnt had been so quick. Another loud whistling noise, conjoined with another explosion sent Deplov back on his rear. His ears rang, and he wondered why. He had been near plenty of explosion's before and his earing never took the worst of it. In all of the confusion of the explosions, Deplov had ignorantly forgotten his Body Armor, and Helmet which shielded his ears from loud noises. Deplov jumpped to his feet and once more rushed inside of the tent, only to be greeted by thirty different soldier's trying to do the same thing he was trying to do. He shoved his way through the mob of scrambling soldiers to his body armor and helmet which were conviently placed on top of his bunk. Another explosion, this time near the exteroir of the tent, nearly sent the entire tent fluttering to the ground, this also made Deplov use his knife to cut his way out of the side of the tent as a means of escape. Strapping his Body Armor on, and smoothly sliding his helmet into place, Deplov was ready, and quickly sprinted towards the front of the observation post. As he slowed to a walk he looked around, surprised as were the other soldiers poised for an attack by the Socialist forces. It was quiet. Nobody moved, nobody said a word, only the cool breeze blowed passed the bewildered Konoshian soldiers as if nothing had ever transpired. Then the ground began to shake, only slightly at first, but then more violently. Then the Whistling came again, Deplov looked up, he was looking the Devil right down the face as whistling exploded directly infront of him, and he went black. July 8 of 20XX One Hour later Prisoner of War Deplov woke up, without his weapon, in the back of a transport truck with six other unarmed Konoshian soldiers, and three armed Socialists. As Deplov's eye's met the Socialist's his eyes went wide and he tried to get up, but he found that quite impossible as both his legs were in great pain. He grabbed at them, to find them very bloody and bandaged, seems that a Konoshian medic had been able to patch him up before he was... captured. Deplov turned his head to the Konoshian soldier directly next to him, the soldier met his gaze. "What happened?" Deplov asked. "We we're captured, what do you think?" The soldier coldly replied. Deplov sighed, and tried asking again. "I meant, what happened after the Artillery jackass." "Oh." The soldier said, rolling his eyes obnoxoiusly. "Well, after the Artillery, we were all pretty shoken up, and the Socialist's just sent in some Tanks and Infantry to 'mop up' the rest of us still standing." "So we surrendered?" Deplov asked not wanting to know the answer. The soldier's eye's squinted, and his mouth jerked. "We never surrendered, these bastard's ruthlessly disarmed us after we began slaughtering them with our bare fists." "Alright, you vermin." One of the Socialist's barked. "We're almost to your new home, Cape Dyer." Cape Dyer, that name meant new things, now that all of the captured Eleytherian's that were sent there never came out alive. Only the Lord knew what they could want with a handful of Konoshian soldiers... |
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| NRE | Nov 6 2007, 09:59 AM Post #77 |
Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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July 8 of 20XX Coral Harbour Russian Roulette --- Transmission --- To: Coral Harbor Military Command From: Russian Atlantic Fleet UNderstood, we will dispatch ships to intercept and continue on our way to Hall Beach. God speed to your men and woman. The Admiral quickly called on a meeting of his senior staff in his cabin on board the flagship RFS Moscow. She was a Kuznetsov Aircraft Carrier, one of two that made up the fleet. His in cabin the Admiral and his senior staff went over the information they had gathered from their allies about the enemy fleet. After some deliberation they decided to send: - 2 Borei Class Submarine - 2 Sovremenniy Class Destroyer - 2 Kirov Class Battlecruisers A captain by the name of Sergei Kirilenko, a man in his late thirties was given the command. His record was excellent in both service career and that of his academy days. The Admiral knew his personally as being a good friend of his father's who served under the Admiral some years ago. In this case he was the perfect man for the job. The fleet stayed together as they continue on at full speed for Hall Beach. When the target landing zone was in sight the Admiral ordered Captain Kirilenko on his way, at full speed to Nanisivik. 12 XR-3 and 6 Sukhoi Su-34 would be sent to intercept the enemy fleet once the Russian fleet came into range to fire with their own guns. ______________________________________________- July 8 of 20XX Hall Beach The Long wait Colonel General Mikhail Miloradovich was one of the first of the 979,600 infantry troops to hit the shores at the fleet came to a blockade stance of Hall Beach. The Commander of the Spetsnaz forces already int he area was on hand to great Miloradovich once he had landed. Informing him on the current situation and with most of the soldiers, gear, tanks, and artillery on shore the General wasted little time to get started. His plan was to spread to Russian forces from Hall Beach to Igloolik. He believed that if the Socialist were going to strike the mainland this area would certainly be considered a target, given its proximity to the capital. Regular infantry would take on this job as Miloradovich ordered the Spetsnaz to the capital itself to reinforce allied forces there. As for the fleet, the Admiral would continue on to patrol the waters around the capital, Hall beach, and Igloolik. The Russians were ready for a fight and now dug in for the wait on the Socialist. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Nov 9 2007, 03:51 AM Post #78 |
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July 8 of 20XX Cape Dyer Sending a clear message, Part I It was with the greatest pleasure that Vsevolod would acquire some Konosk soldiers, they were strange creatures for being human, and their anti-socialist fanaticism was dangerous to Andrey's great plan. They needed to be sent a clear message... Never before had Zuyev felt such rage, having his guts cut open by a Konoshian officer was bad enough, but having a bomb fall into the office room behind him and explode with papers rather than demolition charges was the final straw. Retinrr had insulted him enough, and now the Konosk would pay the price, along with the fellow soldiers under his command... A small convoy of four trucks was all that was returning from the lager attack force that were sent to capture the Konoshians, the rest of the men were still advancing and pillaging, burning whatever Konosk equipment they could find. The Six prisoners could view through the small plastic windows on the side of the trucks canopies a small stone wall, only about fourteen foot high, most of it was ceremonial and it did not surround the entire city, but the poor defenses did not comfort them -- this was Cape Dyer, the current Capitol of Socialist Ground Operations. Just as the portcullis opened, several loud thuds could be heard in the background, and plumes of smoke rising from a cleared field betrayed the source of the cannon fire. It was the artillery batteries that had bombarded them only moments ago. Only God knew where the Artillery was headed for now. Driving through the streets, some of the Konoshians were rather surprised to see that most people were out, the others understood, however, that just because your home City is occupied, is no excuse to hide in your home and pretend nothing has happened. The truck eventually pulled up in front of an old construction site, long since been converted into a forward command post by the Socialists, the Fleur-de-lys ripped off from the Iron fence that surrounded the compound and each replaced with hammers and sickles. Mud and water covered the ground, and small raised dirt roads were the only connections to the other structures, and the only route to prevent yourself from going knee deep in the slush and soup that surrounded most of the area, the place was in shambles, but it did make for good defense, anybody foolish enough to charge through the mud would inevitably be bogged down and make easy targets, and those that stuck to the dirt paths would be easy targets for the dozens of machine-gun nests that were everywhere you were to look. As the truck pulled to a slow stop in front of a hastily erected concrete building, the Konosk men were jerked violently from the truck by their militant escorts and dragged & kicked into the structure, down the stairs and ten separated into several different cells. Strapped into a steel chair bolted to the floor, they could do nothing but wait... ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Coral Harbor The Mainland Calls What was left of the City was barely of any use to even the homeless, only roads and residential buildings still stood, the area had been completely evacuated, fuel stations bled dry, and every gun shop across the board was cleaned out. The goods were either being distributed amongst the men, being transported back to the Mainland, or destroyed. Not all of the fuel could be transported, in fact over 700 barrels would have to be left behind. The same was true for over 600 tons of food. Furniture that could not be transported ware also broken down to be burned. Tericho was overseeing the stacking of the fuel barrels when Aliyana walked up beside him. "Hey. You've a message from command," she softly spoke, extending her hand with a small piece of paper between her fingers. Tericho nodded as he opened the message;
He crumpled the letter and stuffed it in his pocket as he continued to observe the barrels of fuel stacking ever higher... "I wish we could just use the stuff to burn the Socialists asses with," Aliyana commented. "Heh, Yes Indeed..." Tericho replied. For a moment he maintained his grin, but then he straightened his posture and a look of deep thought crossed his face before looking back at Aliyana. She looked back at him; "... What...?" she asked, somewhat alarmed by the strange look on Tericho's face. "My Lady, you are a Genius!" he replied, running to stop his men from igniting the fuel. Aliyana merely stood there looking around before saying to herself, "I am...?" ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Resolute Straits Surprise, Surprise As promised to the Russians, two destroyers and three frigates penetrated the light fog that rested upon the frigid Arctic seawater, they were moving as if they were in no hurry, but to their shock, as they came around the corner of a small chain of isle, a massive blip on radar appeared... "Shit!" a Radio operator shouted, "Its an ambush!" The crew all looked over, and the Chief Officer rushed to his side in disbelief. His jaw dropped with what he was seeing. "Get the Captain!" Complying with orders, the soldier fetched the Captain, who was certainly surprised by the news. "What the hell is going on?" "Sir, we've ships dead ahead, and they have us radar locked." "Eleytherian?!" "Impossible, Sir. It must be one of their allies. At any rate, we don't stand a chance against them, there is too many." "Send them a transmission, I want to be sure that they receive a message, loud and clear..." ---TRANSMISSION--- To: Russian Fleet From: Socialist Fleet Your presence has not gone unnoticed, you will not fire upon us or you will force us to take actions that will cost all of us dearly -- the firing of an Atomic-tipped warhead on an Eleytherian city. We are here to rescue a downed pilot, stopping us to rescue one man is not worth the killing of millions. Desist and let us carry out our operations, or even the Eleytherian's will need to reconsider you as friends after such an event. ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Cape Dyer Sending a clear message, Part II The clanky metal door opened with a squeal, and a limping man walked in, an aide at his side with a tray full of "instruments" of the trade. The shadowed figure stood motionless, staring at the Konosk, and began by removing his gloves. "What is your name?" a voice said from the shadows. "Fuck you," the Konosk defyingly replied. "Your not my type," the man said, grabbing a syringe from the tray and quickly stabbing it into the soldiers arm. "Is that all you've got? Needles?" The shadowy figured paced back and forth with a chuckle; "Do you know what was in that Syringe? There are few who do. It is a drug that binds with your nociceptors, which in turn triggers pain, extreme pain... Personally I give it another oh... Five seconds before you feel its effects?" At first the seated prisoner merely chuckled, but his laugh quickly faded as he began to feel tingling throughout his body, soon he began to slightly grunt and bite his lip. Sweat began to run down his forehead, and his grunts became moans and soon intensified into screams. "Why do you do this to yourself? Don't you see that you are only prolonging the inevitable?" The man only continued to yell in pain as every affected nociceptor in his body was activated by the chemical. Finally, the mans screams stopped, his head sagged and his breathing became shadow. The pain was simply too great for a mortal being to take, and he had promptly passed out from it. *Fifteen minutes later* The soldier awoke, gasping for air, and in a room filled with his comrades, they were all in chairs in a circle facing inwards. Some were badly bruised, others had crushed noses, deep lacerations, and puncture wounds. Everyone knew that they would still be in interrogation if nobody had kept their mouths shut, but instead, they were here, in a room, together, and in an ominous formation that seemed as if they were about to be executed. Just then, the limping man walked through a door behind Deplov. "Well, gentlemen... Now that I have what I need to know, I have no further use for you, but I am in a generous mood. You are all to be shipped back to your bases, alive. However, I do need to ensure that none of you will see combat again... Thus, I must take measures. Drastic ones from your view, but I doubt you would even do us socialists this favor, chances are you'd just shoot us in the back of the head. No matter... I will need one of you as a messenger, however..." Vsevolod paused for a moment; "You boy, what is your name?" he said, pointing his finger at Deplov. "Deplov Kresinv." "Good, good. I have a message for you to deliver to a Colonel Retinrr... He motioned his hand, and several guards surrounded all of the prisoners except one, Zuyev nodded and the soldiers slammed the butt stocks of their rifles into the heads of the prisoners, knocking them unconscious. "Now, as I was saying... Tell Retinrr that I challenge him. About sixty miles west of Pangnirtung is a small abandoned village, you cannot miss it, it is on a lone hill and is the only source of red clay soil for miles. It is visible from the air. Two weeks from today, we meet..." The unconscious bodies of the soldiers were carried out of the door, and Deplov was brought to his feet, and escorted out into a long and damp hallway. Vsevolod was just beginning to turn away until he said one final thing to the Konosk man; "Oh and, tell him that... I won't be alone," he said with a wink. While Deplov was thrown in the back of a truck to wait, his comrades were taken to the infirmary where they were heavily sedated, and their hands, feet and testes were surgically removed. To make it as painless as possible, they were given powerful pain sedatives before being brought to the truck they would all be delivered to the Federalists in, a small pouch of the sedative was mounted into their pockets, as to ensure a steady flow would be delivered throughout the journey and minimize discomfort. An unusual mercy for the Socialists... Regardless, Deplov was horrified, he was the only one that the Socialists did not mutilate, and he felt like a traitor, a rat... ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Kugaaruk City A blink of hope Gregory Sazhnev, a friend and lover of Catherine's, waited quietly by her hospital bedside. He was holding her hand and said a silent prayer. He was also physically and mentally exhausted, being up for two nights. Catherine was yet to awake from her assassination attempt, but everybody had high hopes for her, for she was a fighter, just as in life and politics. Gregory could not help but feel incredibly proud of her, it was the woman he knew from so long ago in the old Soviet Union doing desk work in Moscow and later East Germany, and now the President of a country she helped build. His memory had recovered greatly after his freedom was granted by the Russian authorities, and he began to try and adapt to a new life, a new chance. He hoped he could share that life with Catherine, one day... Just as he was wondering what might have been, and what may yet be, her hand twitched, catching him off guard. He glanced up at her, as her breathing became more deep, and more rapid. Her eyelids began to slowly lift, her bright green eyes sparkling in the sun light beaming through the window. "Cathy," Gregory said with a gentle smile. Giving a small grin, "Gregory..." she said in a low voice, still squinting her eyes. Gregory kissed her hand; "Welcome back, my dear." ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Kugaaruk City SITREP Lowas was in the JAUST Superstructure just south of Kugaaruk City, also the site of te Kugaaruk Missile Shield, conversing with the military commanders on an effective defensive strategy of the mainland. As he was doing so, an aide whispered into his ear of the news regarding Catherine's status. *This is terrific news* he thought to himself, *I had better inform the Russians as well...* ---Secure Transmission--- To: Russian Authorities From: Eleytherian Federal Government Dear ally, As you have requested, we are updating you of Catherine's status. We have been informed that she has recently regained full consciousness, however her health is still considered in jeopardy due to a severely weakened immune system. Overall prognosis looks very positive, however antibiotics and immunity boosters will be administered to improve said prognosis. |
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| NRE | Nov 9 2007, 01:54 PM Post #79 |
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July 8 of 20XX Resolute Straits Surprise, Surprise Captain Sergei Kirilenko sat in his captain's chair with a bit of a problem on his hands. He knew the socialists had nuclear capabilities and again, was stressed by his superiors that they did not want a nuclear holocaust on their hands. Still, three ships seemed a bit excessive for the rescue of one downed pilot. The fact that this was a war zone did not escape the captain, but surely if this was in fact a rescue mission, different means could have been taken. A submarine would have been highly more effective in a rescue mission than that of three surface ships. A small pack of attack chopper, fast and light, again would seem to be the better choice than this small fleet whom anyone could see coming if they were patrolling the area. Eventually Sergei came to the same conclusion he had before receiving the message and that was that he could not let them pass. However, before dawning his best poker face an calling the bluff he decided to try a middle ground approach. He then motioned over to his communications officer to open a channel to the socialist fleet... Open Transmission To: Socialist Fleet From: Russian Fleet We are pleased to see that socialist commandeered technology works well enough for you to have noticed our presence. Understand that nuclear war is the last thing Russia wishes to see out of this conflict, however as you must understand as an ally to Eleytheria we cannot simply stand by an allow you to pursue your present course and dive deeper into their waters. However, if this is a mission of mercy for your downed pilot we can and are permitted to by our government to seek out a deal. If you allow a Russia helicopter to transport a small force of your own, we are will to fly you to whatever location this pilot may be. Should you refuse this offer understand that I am ordered to keep my ground or in this case my patch of water from you and will put up whatever fight I must to stop you, nuclear threat or not. I should warn you however, that within the Russian fleet here in Eleytherian waters as well as in our lands overseas, we too are nuclear capable and are so, in far more of a number than yourself. __________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Kugaaruk City SITREP Secure Transmission To: Federal Government of Eleytheria From: Russian Embassy of Eleytheria Dear ally, We are pleased to hear of the Presidents prognosis and would like to extend to her and her doctors the full medical resources of Russia. We we can in any way be of assistance to her in her time of recovery please do not hesitate to request it. As we have been, we will continue in our effort to defeat this socialist menace and again restore peace to your embattled nation. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Nov 13 2007, 11:22 PM Post #80 |
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OOC: Where the fuck is Konosha? I don't wanna continue without him making a reply. :angry: |
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| Kasnyia | Nov 13 2007, 11:24 PM Post #81 |
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OOC- Do it anyway. He can catch up afterwards. And if what you post aint according to plan, then it can be edited. Don't let his absence halt the story progress. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Nov 13 2007, 11:27 PM Post #82 |
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I guess I'll have to. I plan on *trying* to make a 20 page long post on my First Anniversary of being on the forums, which is on the 15th. |
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| Konosha | Nov 19 2007, 11:47 PM Post #83 |
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OOC; Then go for it. Sorry I've been gone, Ive been having some... Girl problems, coupled with school, hence my absence but Im in the process of making my return, so dont fret E-D. |
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| Konosha | Nov 23 2007, 07:55 PM Post #84 |
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July 10 of 20XX Fort Groznyy Wake Up Call Colonel Retinnr sat in a brightly lighted room, surrounded by silent computers and messy maps each which showed Socialist troop movements both large and small. However none of those computers or maps concerned him much at all, only the small laptop in front of him, hidden from plain view, warranted his direct attention. Retinnr was, very methodically, planning his fight with Vsevolod. Retinnr hadn't bothered to notify any of his superiors, his honor was at stake and he knew that his superiors would rather bomb Vsevolod into microscopic dust than allow Retinnr to sustain his ego. That was why only two Konoshian's knew about the fight, Retinnr and the Private who had brought Retinnr the message. No one else would know. (There, now POST ED! My small addition should be more than enough to get you going on another post while I reconcile my RP's.) |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Nov 24 2007, 07:29 PM Post #85 |
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Hahahahaha! Reality shock just set in ... I just tried to post, but this thing won't let me post anything beyond 60,000 characters, making a 20 page long post impossible in one big push. So I'll have to split it up into two separate ones. All right, guess you guys have a hell of a lot of reading to do. Give me 20 minutes and I'll have it up. ^_^ |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Nov 24 2007, 09:12 PM Post #86 |
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OOC: I am late. Very late. I apologize for that, but as I've had a very long week, and this is a very long post (Twenty word pad pages long) and the longest post I have ever done, it is twice as long as my previous longest post. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it. You'll learn several new things about the happenings of both my countries -- Socialist and Federalist -- as well as get a first look description of a next-generation aircraft that will be introduced into the Eleytherian Air Force. Final Note: I will be slowly shifting to a new style of map. It'll be RTS'ish, as my previous maps were simply unable to show exactly where friendly/enemy troops were. I will now be adding icons that will indicate troops/aircraft/ships and an "IGA-WSC" chart similar to board games (Infantry, Ground, Aircraft / Warships, Submarines, Capital Ships,) it'll allow you to sum up the size of an enemy army, how many other armies are nearby that might be able to reinforce, and allow individual battles to play a MUCH larger strategic role than they used to. You'll get a preliminary look at this style of map (without the troop/ship icons) in this very post. Be forewarned! It is extremely large. IC: July 8 of 20XX Resolute Straits Surprise, Surprise, Part II "Damn," thought the Socialist Captain as he read the Russian message. He paced back and forth in thought, he knew all too well that the Russians would not hesitate to send them to the bottom of the sea should they engage in any activities that seem threatening to either them or the Federalists. Ivan Vidrenko did not wish to fire a nuclear warhead upon any Eleytherian city, he liked to believe he actually had a heart, and perhaps to an extent he did. Heart or no, he still had orders to use whatever force necessary to keep the enemy at bay, if that means the use of an atomic tipped warhead, than so be it. "We need to send a reply," he said plainly. --- Transmission --- To: Russian Fleet From: Socialist Fleet We will hold our ground and continue our rescue operations from this location, as so long as we have your word that you will not fire upon our fleet. If peace is maintained, we shall extend the favor of tranquility to you. If you and your crew open fire on our naval vessels, we have orders to return fire and utilize our nuclear warhead. We are soldiers of the Red Army, and we follow orders as a soldier should. Do not mistake us for fools, and we may walk away from this to fight another day. ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Kugaaruk City The Blue Flag Yanon Nummirit, the Supreme Commander of Eleytherian Armed Forces, walked the battlements of the massive mason works that surrounded the entire City of Kugaaruk. Some Konosk and Russian observers were amongst those upon the battlements, the look on their faces were that of awe, it was almost like walking through a time portal between modern and medieval worlds, to their front was the vast, wide open plains and low rolling hills covered in flowers as far as the eye could see, to either of their sides were massive stone walls that surrounded Kugaaruk, and behind them stood the city itself, filled with a combination of modern and renaissance architecture. In the very center of the City, the large central spire that made up of Republic Headquarters was visible as a shimmery white light, reflecting the sun with pride as it flew the Eleytherian banner. The city itself was one massive fortress that kept expanding every decade. Its layout is that of most other cities, but in between development zones, stone walls divided the city in four sections; North, East, South and West and inner stone works further divide them from outer, central, inner, and city core. In total, one could say that there are a total of four walls that make of up the city, the development of such massive stoneworks, reinforced with steel, concrete and titanium sheets, cost the Government a total of 350 billion Phi's and a time frame of over a decade with the most advanced construction equipment available, but to the Government, it was well worth the enormous cost. Despite being an awe inspiring sight, providing protection from both the heavy plain winds and slowing any foreign attackers, they were not even close to being invulnerable. They were easily destroyed by bunker busters, or battleship shells, but despite their vulnerability, it would be suicidal to rush a single gap in the wall, there would need to be at least a dozen breaches to successfully rush a properly fortified battlement, as there is virtually no brush or cover between the City walls and the outside countryside, and could withstand hours, if not days of punishment from smaller shells such as tank fire, small artillery shells and light conventional iron bombs. Ground casualties would be extreme for the attackers. Walls were good, but that would not prevent air strikes, artillery bombardments on the interior of the city, or incursion from the air. These concerns were on Yanon's mind, as it was also on the common citizens. It was clear to everyone that Kugaaruk, albeit one of the most heavily fortified cities in the world, was still extremely vulnerable to attack. Only time would tell whether or not that her defenses would ever clash with that of the Socialist steel. But that was not all that was on Yanons mind, there is to be a massive air attack on Socialist controlled Baffin Island, and he is to be at Sol Air Force Base to oversee the order... ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Taloyok City Call to Arms Taloyok City ... In Eleytheria-Duo that name is well known amongst every corner of her borders, the second largest City in the Republic, and one of the most independent as well. Taloyok, along with Kugaaruk, were and still are largely inhabited by those of Inuit blood. Nowhere in the world are there more Inuit people in any single location than in Eleytheria-Duo, this is evident everywhere you go, traditional towns and settlements along vast stretches of road still have their traditional shelters and homes, and with the Europeans settling into what became Canada, long since divided and inherited by the Nations successor states, Eleytheria-Duo and Durick Veta, the fusion between European culture and Native American is very clear. There has been a long standing friendly rivalry between the two cities of Kugaaruk and Taloyok, but their differences have always been put aside during times of great need, and this was one of those times. 75,000 able-bodied men volunteered themselves to fight in the name of the country, another 150,000 volunteered to take up arms in defense of their home city. A staggering number for any individual city, even if its population is that of 15 million. Patriotism and nationalism was at an all time high in Eleytheria-Duo, polls showed that over 91% of the country was proud to call themselves an Eleytherian citizen, and an astonishing 66% said they would fight -- and die -- to defend their homes, families and land rather than accept socialist occupation as a fact of life. Without the manpower needed to fight off the Socialists, the Feds were denying no citizen the right to fight, and as conscription was currently not an option, volunteers were the only source to fill the ever widening gaps in the military. It had to be one of the more lopsided wars the Eleytherian Government had ever participated in, they were outnumbered nearly 3 to 1, and casualties were quickly mounting. They could ill afford any more losses... Just like Kugaaruk, Taloyok was a massive walled city, surrounded by large mason-works over fifty feet high, and thick enough to drive two cars side by side on, its front was sloped and curved to provide shell deflection, and the rear was firmly buttressed to provide additional support and absorb shock, and like the Kugaaruk walls, shock rods and springs went deep into the ground to help transfer energy away from the wall. But also like the Kugaaruk wall system, it was not invulnerable from attack, as its defensive stoneworks could be just as easily destroyed by the right equipment. As the 75,000 volunteers marched to the City gates to leave for the training camps, the large portcullis opened to grant them free passage out of the city, which was largely in lock down due to fear of possible sabotage. It was an awesome sight, so many men leaving all at once to march into war and fight for their country, for their families freedom. Much was at stake, and hope beat strongly in the hearts of each and every man and woman who proudly bear the name "Eleytherian." In the darkest hours, hope is all a person could ask for. ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Off the coast of Baffin Island The Red Dictator Andrey ran the floors of his command ship rugged as he walked non-stop around the bridge. Andrey was kept out of the loop about Catherine's assassination attempt, and he was surprisingly furious when his crew thought he would be happy to hear she was injured. But he made it very clear before that he wanted to capture Catherine alive rather than make a Martyr of her. To know that his orders were disobeyed so blatantly was beginning to upset him greatly, and his face was red with anger. "I should have hired trained monkeys to do my bidding, not moronic children!" he shouted, still pacing, "Why the FUCK was I not informed?!" he screamed, turning to face Alexander Voronov, the Commander of Socialist Armed Forces for the Region. "Comrade Premier, we have no idea who the assassin was, yet alone who gave the order. It seems unlikely that it was someone within Socialist Command," Voronov replied, keeping his cool composure. "Bah!" bellowed Andrey in a deep tone, "Then for the love of fuck, find out who the hell it was! And then have the bastards shot!" "It was probably a socialist fanatic," one of the younger boat crewmen said, speaking up, but it only inflamed Andrey even further... "You fool! There is no such thing *fanatical* Socialism! There is only Socialism! Anyone whom are fanatics are not socialists but foolish goons playing themselves to the Capitalist ways! And it would surprise me none if you were one!" Alexander sensed that he needed to reassure Andrey on something, before he snapped and began shooting his crew members. He dropped his eyes for a moment in though before speaking; "Comrade Premier - I believe we may have a lead regarding the assassin as well as the current safety of the Capitalist President, Catherine Nerdinskaya, as well as other Government staff. With your permission, Sir, I would like to share that information." As predicted, Andrey's tone changed drastically, and a slight grin came to his face. "Of course, what is it you have?" Clearing his throat, the General continued. "What few spies we have spread across Eleytheria-Duo, including Coral Harbor, seemed to hint at a larger conspiracy linked to our old Capitol in Kimmirut. Since it is the historical sight of the Socialist last stand before our defeat in the first Eleytherian Civil War, it is likely that a mislead group of our Socialist brothers may have launched an attempt to *get back* at the Capitalists, so to speak, by killing their leader. So far no word has come through on either the assassins name or the name of this groups leader, but we are receiving confirmatory reports that Catherine has survived the attempt against her life and is once again conscious." "What of our conventional campaign efforts? Anything further to add?" Andrey asked, much more pleased than he was five minutes ago. "Yes, Comrade, if I may," Alexander said, walking over to a wall with a large map of Eleytheria-Duo upon it, highlighted in several different colors, representing zones of control, troop movements and more. "As you can see, in this area of Baffin Island," he began, waving his hand around the Cumberland Peninsula, "... we are making substantial military progress now that we are being met with virtually no Capitalist resistance. The Federalists have begun withdrawing both civilian and military populations from the Island regions to the mainland regions, while Baffin Island is virtually abandoned militarily, many stubborn citizens refuse to leave their home cities, and are mounting semi-effective guerrilla campaigns against our supply lines. Other than being a pain and a nuisance, they have done little to hamper our advances. The real threat is the steady bombardment from the EAF. They have virtually halted supply lines to and from Kivitoo, Pangnirtung, and Cape Dyer. Our troops are running low on ammo, and the only safe way to deliver supplies is by helicopter, which are much safer thanks to their faster speed and maneuverability, however we have lost several transport helicopters in the process of delivering goods between the cities when a squadron of Federalists calling themselves the "Phoenix Force" shot down an entire air wing of 48 helicopters using nothing but their cannons. It would be sagacious to begin striking their Base of Operations in the Snow Peninsula. They call this base, "Sol." It is home to over 250 Eleytherian Aircraft of all classes. If we castrate their ability to project air power, our ground forces will stand unrivaled upon the largely open plains of Eleytheria-Duo. A few cruise missiles could temporarily shut down their ability to launch aircraft by eliminating the soft and smooth runways required to launch their FS-1 Fighters. It should buy us some time to mount a proper offensive against the base and neutralize the threat." Before anybody knew it, Puzankov's face was glowing with delight. But not at what Alexander's battle plan, instead, at the idea of twisting the Federalist arsenals against themselves. Andrey grew a large smile, and quickly glanced at the floor before making eye contact with Alexander and shaking his index finger at him in thought. "Follow me," he said in an unusually soft tone. The Premier led Voronov to his personal quarters, where he pulled out his old war log from the First Eleytherian Civil War. "Today, I have heard about the only recent capture of Corazon Airbase near Kimmirut. From what I understand, we've captured a few cargo aircraft, yes?" Alexander nodded, not yet on the same mental page as Andrey. "The aircraft, from what I understand, are An-26's, correct?" "Yes. I am not sure I follow you, Premier. What is it you are getting at?" "Simple, Alexander, simple. You said yourself there are over 250 aircraft within Sol Air Force Base, and attacking the runways would temporarily shut down their ability to operate from the air, thus giving us virtually uncontested control over the sky as well as the ground. But why should we destroy the aircraft when we can capture them?" Alexander began to nod; "But the Airbase is incredibly well defended, besides Kugaaruk itself, its the Center of their Command. Even if we were able to land a thousand men, it simply would not be enough to capture the Airbase." "That is why you give the garrison a reason to deploy elsewhere, Alexander. We first strike them where they'll least expect it. The JAUST Superstructure just south of Kugaaruk sounds like a perfect place to draw their attention to, as it is also the site of their anti-missile defense program. Loosing the missile shield would mean that the Capitol is completely defenseless against ICBM Attack. They would rather give up Sol than face the possibly of sacrificing Kugaaruk, of course I do not expect them to simply give that trade to us, we'll have to pressure them into it by force......" ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX RSV Marx - Socialist Aircraft Carrier Love Letters II After hearing the entirety of Andrey's plan, which carried on for over an hour, Alexander felt like writing out detailed battle plans as well as take notes and write another letter to his wife and children back in Australia. It was a very difficult task to hold his eyelids open after so little sleep, but he was not about to rest his head on any pillow until he was through with the said letter. With a deep sigh, and a quick rub of his eyes, he pulled an ornate cherry wood pin from its case that lay upon the desk in front of him. With a small twist, the pin gave off a small *click* and the fine point awaited contact with the white plain chalky paper that lay in front of him. For a moment, he hesitated, not exactly sure what to write, but it did not take him too long to put his penmanship to work. "Dear Anna, I apologize for not writing more often, my duties have kept me far more busy than I had anticipated, but that is no excuse for neglecting to write when I have had many chances to do so. While I have not yet been able to rest adequately, I must say that I feel far better today than in the entire previous week. Partly because I was fortunate enough to finally set foot on Baffin Island. It was so much more beautiful to see the cliffs and ice capped mountains up close than afar from the decks of the Vessel of which I command. There is little doubt in my mind that Eleytheria-Duo holds so much for us all, though you have to get used to the unusual time schedules. Currently, in July, the sun only dips below the horizon, meaning that a twilight of light always remains, even at two in the morning. It is a Godsend for us, as we lack the number of Night vision stock that the Mainlanders do. The opposite will be true come winter, where much of the Arctic circle will be plunged into darkness, and the only daylight these lands shall receive will be equivalent to a dim, two hour long sunset in Australia before finally fading once more into incredible darkness, with only the stars and, on occasion, the moon, to navigate and to provide light. Currently, the moon is not visible to us at all, and it will be at least two weeks before it will begin to peer over the horizon, where it will be visible in broad daylight every day for a few weeks. While I know so little about astronomy, I long to see the stars again. Cygnus is visible overhead every night, and its brightest star, Deneb, is visible to the unaided eye throughout the twilight hours. The weather has been clear, as well, and only a few occasional puffy white clouds will occasionally blow overhead. Good tidings, indeed. Without even being away for more than a month, there is no words to describe how much I miss you and the children, if only I could embrace you in my arms my dear, and hug the children, I would not feel as lonely in this world as I do. I will see you soon, my dear. Be sure to tell the children I love them, and take good care while I am away. Love, Alexander." ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Kugaaruk City - Kugaa River Hospital Stubborn as ever Catherine was in a sour, but still semi-relaxed mood. She was tired of laying in bed, she had been laying for so long she could swear on a thanksgiving dinner that her back and butt were as numb as a procaine injection site. It did not help at all that her chest was throbbing with a horridly dull, but still incredibly intense, ache. As a surgeon by the name of Manfred Eulenburg, a Kasnyian Immigrant to Eleytheria-Duo, walked into the room to investigate how Catherine was doing, she was the first to make immediate eye contact with him. "Hello, how are you?" he asked with a slight grin as well as a somewhat nervous look on his face. "Miserable," Catherine replied, "I am sore in the front and numb in the back, and I can't take it." "I'd advise you try not to get out of bed just yet," he replied, "You need rest." Catherine shook her head, "I've been resting for four days straight, what I need is to stretch before I shrink into a midget from the tension built up in my bones." "Please, Madam President, remain in bed, relax, watch some TV, and we'll bring you a warm meal." "I can eat a meal and watch TV out of bed." Manfred sighed in disbelief before looking over at Gregory and saying; "Please for the love of God, talk some sense into this woman..." As all eyes fixed on Gregory to make a reply, he merely shrugged. Again, Manfred sighed. "Well, I guess that settles it, then," Catherine said with a small grin. "Where are my clothes?" she inquired, Eulenburg pointing to a cabinet on the far side of the room. A stumbly, but stable Catherine gathered her belongings and hobbled to the nearby Washroom. "Catherine, you are not going to be able to put your clothing on without help," Manfred enounced. "Don't watch me, and you'll be surprised when I walk out." "You've a stitched hole in the side of your chest, and your arm is as wrapped in bandages as a Christmas gift is packaged in wrapping paper, your not even going to be able to move it...!" Manfred tried to explain as clearly as possible. Catherine returned her typical glare with a slight grin, "I'll be okay, Doc," she replied before closing the door. Eulenberg threw his arms into the air in frustration before turning to Gregory who was still sitting in his chair with a large grin. "Is she always like this?" Manfred asked sarcastically. "Actually, I think you've just caught her in a foul mood. But now that you mention it, yes," Gregory replied, his grin growing larger. "Pshh," Manfred scoffed, waving his hands in defeat and walking for the door, "All I can say is, better you than me, man. I need a cup of coffee..." Gregory went from a grin to laughter as the frustrated surgeon walked from the room. Catherine may be on the recovery path, but her stubbornness is virtually unchanged since her days in the Soviet Union, he thought to himself. ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX JAUST Superstructure Battle Report I Kevin had begun making trips to and from the JAUST Superstructure now that both Republic Headquarters and the Superstructure itself was being used as a base of operations for directing attacks against Socialist Forces throughout Eleytheria-Duo. As a large map of the country was being updated in front of him, a corporal walked to his side and handed him a letter from Yanon Nummirit, the Supreme Commander of Eleytherian Armed Forces. While opening it, thoughts of the present and future raced through his mind, so much had transpired that it seemed impossible to keep up with all of the updates and battle movements. Reading the letter only provided even more grave news, news that Kevin did not want to hear. The evacuation of the Islands may be going smoothly, but the Socialists were now making incredible headway deeper into the uncontrolled Territory. Clyde River, Kivitoo, Pangnirtung, Iqaluit, Kimmirut, Dundas Harbor and Craig Harbor had all fallen to the Socialists, and only pockets of resistance remained in Alert and Pond Inlet. Frustrated with everything on his mind, he could not help but crush the letter in his hand and throw it into the trash can next to him. He eyed the phone next to him, and for a moment, it seemed as if he was not going to pick it up, but he did, and called the Falcon Aeronautics Corporation Headquarters. "Yes, I need to speak to the person in charge Project 18339, please." "Acting President of Eleytheria-Duo." "Yes. Thank you..." "... Good to speak with you again. Is it ready?" "Excellent, I'll be over soon." ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Unknown Location - Underground Hangar Shock and Awe As promised, Lowas arrived at the top secret FAC Test Site, it was the Groom Lake of Eleytheria-Duo in many respects. It was here that many of the shadow projects of Eleytheria-Duo were carried out, including the production of top secret aircraft. It has served as one of two locations for FAC to engineer, reverse-engineer, and test new aircraft. From the surface, the place looked like nothing but an open field, but ten stories underground ... It was a whole different story. The only runways here were masked under large tarps that were topped with sod to add to the realism. From the air, the site was completely undetectable. Only three miles to the west, was what many considered the real deal. Complete with three primary runways and five smaller ones for backups and emergency landings. Other than serving as a decoy, it was also home to a standard fighter wing, as well as refueling aircraft and AEW Aircraft. Without any doubt, the common man knew of the visible airstrip, but only those of high caliber military clearance would even know about the secret FAC Site, yet alone what goes on there. Kevin, on the other hand, actually knew about taking the project to the next level before even Catherine did, of course that was the result of an unusual power vaccum that, from time to time, can form in Eleytherian politics, and are sometimes filled by the most unusual of people. Ultimately it did not matter, however, as Kevin was here for a reason, and intended to keep himself straight on track, regardless of the woes that can occasionally form in politics. As he walked across the seemingly deserted grassland and low hills, escorted by a single FAC Instructor by the name of Jason Piaktok, he was taken to a seemingly empty patch of land, that is until the said instructor reached down, and opened up a small hatch bearing a ladder that descended into a small underground building, which further housed an elevator that took them to the primary compound. Lowas, having little other choice in the matter but to take the same route as most others did, descended into the subterranean structure, his escort guide following right behind him, closing the hatch on the way down and showing the acting President to the elevator. "This is quite the remote location," Kevin began, as the elevator began to slowly hum as it took them deeper and deeper into the Earth, "I am pleased to see that the operation is so well concealed. Do all take the same route, though? People disappearing into a hole in the ground out in the middle of nowhere might seem suspicious if anyone observes the event." The instructor nodded, "Remote is always a good thing regarding the nature of the program in which we operate. There are other access routes from the main Air Base to our west, but they are rarely used, the exception being at night. Most of the workers in this facility spend one week living underground, and their shifts are rotated. It minimizes the risk of prying eyes taking note of large crowds entering and leaving the complex." "Sounds strenuous," Kevin said in an almost inquiring tone. "Indeed it is, Mr. Vice-president. But not nearly as bad as foreign duties that some of our operatives work, gathering intelligence on the Aeronautical capabilities of other high echelon nations." "Who initially started such a Covert campaign? Michael or Catherine?" "Catherine. After the little Aurora incident with the United States, she thought it would be prudent to begin an espionage campaign against Nations that may, or may not, pose a threat to Eleytherian National security. During the JAUST-Holy League Cold war, we even had operatives inside our allies' borders, Kasnyia. Some still remain there, however, as the chaos began to envelope their country, we have not heard a single word from them. Either because they are laying low, or worse -- they've been killed." "Kind of makes you wonder who is spying on us." "I comprehend that entirely. Just as we spy on others, there is no doubt in my mind, that they spy upon us, as well. Hopefully, those we have hired are loyal to us, the Eleytherian Federal Government. None of our employee's at this facility are from outside of the country, in fact, most of them have never even set foot outside of our borders, which is reassuring to those of us who work here, all things considered." "Understandable. So tell me more about the Proje..." Kevin began, but was interrupted by the ding of the elevator reaching its destination. "Ah," the Vice-presidents escort said, "Please, this way." Being lead down plain, dull hallways filled with clanky pipes and winded seemingly on and on, they finally came to a massive steel door, and as the FAC Escort began punching in a long digit password that seemed to go on for minutes, the pad finally lit up with a brilliant glow, and a deafening *clank* reverberated through the floor and walls as the massive locks loosened their grip to grant passage into their intended destination -- a massive underground hangar appeared before the two men, and a lone blue tarp covered a single aircraft-shaped object in the center of the dark concrete warehouse. As the two men entered the bunker, the overhead lights suddenly came ablaze in a brilliantly bright flicker, and then a steady burst of light illuminated the canopy that sheltered the prototype aircraft. Jason reached into his pocket and grabbed a small remote, and with the flick of a wrist, a cable began to lift the protective covering from the concealed aircraft. Kevin went from skeptical, to awed, he slowly began to straighten his posture and his eyes widened larger, his jaw dropped lower and his breathing became more deep as more and more of the aircraft became visible. "My God!" he exclaimed "I've never seen anything like it...!" Jason laughed at the Vice-presidents surprised tone of voice, "It is all Eleytherian, Mr. Vice-president. All Eleytherian. And the bastards won't know what was shoved up their asses until its already too late. Welcome to the next generation of Avionics." "How many are there?" "Thus far, your looking at the sole child of this branch of aircraft." "Only one ... We could certainly use aircraft like these." Lowas was in awe, he glanced back at Jason before looking back at the sleek skin design of the aircraft, its wings, its stabilizers, the two massive engines, two vertical stabilizers and its canards. Kevin approached the aircraft, and ran his fingers across the dark gray, smooth surface, and as he approached the nose cone, he was greeted by two ellipsoid openings, one large one, and a smaller one, on the side of the aircrafts nose, and there were another twin set on the other side, it took him no time to figure out what they were -- Cannon pods. "FOUR guns?" he inquired, becoming even more surprised by the potential capabilities of this aircraft. "Indeed. Twin 30-mm auto cannons and another set of twin .50 Caliber anti-material machine-guns. She's one of the smallest aircraft in the world to sport such a combination of firepower, and in such numerical quantity to boot." "And the RCS?" "As so long as we do not mount weapon pylons to the wings and keep the weapon load completely internal, it'll be one of the stealthiest aircraft in the world, Sir. Possibly somewhere within the top five category." Kevin began to squint his eyes in thought. "Can it fly?" he asked, eagerly turning to face Piaktok. Clicking his teeth and bending backwards with excitement, Jason began to smile. "God, I was hoping you would ask that. Would you like to see her in action?" "Hell yes!" the Vice-president responded with a glowing look on his face. "Then by all means, follow me..." ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Unknown Location - Air Base Test of the Beast A few hours later, the aircraft was prepared for its first ever test run, the entire immediate region was in lock down, and the oldest, mos experienced pilot still in active flight service in the Eleytherian Air Force, 63 years of age, stepped forward to be granted the honor of a lifetime, to fly a completely experimental aircraft and run her through the mill of some of the most advanced, difficult maneuvers in the world, as well as test speed, altitude, rate of climb, and weight/lift ratios. The mans name was Soruserk Taqukaq, in Inuit, it literally translates to mean "Man of the Grizzly Bear." As Jason and Kevin stood off at the side of the parking bay, the old man seemed frail, and fragile, but he needed no help carrying the 20 kilograms worth of equipment that he needed to remain conscious in high G's and incredibly high speed maneuvers. Disappearing behind the hangar doors, the audience of Eleytherian Officials and Military Aces could do nothing but watch, and wait. They did not have to wait much longer. The doors on the hangar opened wide, and what came into view was one of the most incredible aircraft they had ever seen. Its engines began to slowly hum, and it escalated into a loud, high pitched whistling. The aircraft began to slowly move across the tarmac and taxi down to the active runway, it gracefully glided to its intended destination, the engines began to hum louder and louder as the Pilot began to throttle up the engines, soon the whistle turned into a howling deep roar and a massive burst of blue and yellow flame exploded from the rear engines, the aircraft accelerating at an incredible rate before becoming airborne only seconds later. The aircraft was in the air, and it kept on rising higher... Soruserk decided to see what this aircraft was made of, and began violently jerking the controls in extreme maneuvers, and the aircraft responded accordingly, rolling, pitching and banking with incredibly frightening agility. The aircraft was executing maneuvers that those on the ground have never before witnessed in their lifetimes, as the aircraft began to make its re-approach towards the Air Base, Soruserk decided to test the acceleration and speed capabilities of the aircraft, he slowed his aircraft down to an astonishingly low air speed of only 234 Km/h, the slowest speed the aircraft could go without loosing altitude, jamming his wrist forward, the afterburners ignited with a deafening *boom* with the aircraft accelerating at a rate unlike anything any human has ever laid eyes upon. Within only moments flat, a massive cone of white enveloped the aircraft, and disappeared as quickly as it had came -- the aircraft had broken the sound barrier, and kept on speeding up. The pilots on the ground honored to witness the event "Awww'ed!" and "Ooohh'ed!" like children at an air show, they had never seen an aircraft with such acceleration, maneuverability, thrust/weight ratios and incredible design. It put the FS-1 Aircraft that was widely used by the Eleytherian Air Force to shame. Finally, the aircrafts engines were at its maximum safe level, and was already flying at an incredible 4,628 Km/h, but like the FS-1 before it, that was not entirely its top speed, proceeding any further, however, and the engines would likely be destroyed in the process. Nevertheless, even at horizontal flight, the aircraft was flying faster than the SR-71, and, also in horizontal flight, was faster still than the FS-1 in a vertical afterburner dive. Soruserk decided to take a little round trip to the coast and back, which was 180 kilometers to the north of his location. Round trip, he would have covered around 360 kilometers. He began adjusting his coordinates... As the ground crews watched the small gray dot disappear far into the horizon, they waited for over a mere five minutes for the aircraft to return, it had flew to the Eleytherian Coast and back in record time, but the pilot was not through with the aircraft just yet... He slowed back down, and lifted the nose almost straight up until he seemed to hover in the air above the airfield, barely moving forward at all, he looked down upon the crews waving and cheering at him. As he throttled back up, the nose of the aircraft was now vertical with the ground, again the afterburners ignited, again the aircraft screamed into the heavens, and again, the aircraft astonished both pilot and politician. At 70,000 feet, the aircraft began to become cumbersome, and the controls became heavy. It was no longer able to sustain a vertical climb, but all Taqukaq had to do was lower the nose, and he began to climb once more... It was a few more moments until the aircraft reached its service ceiling at 84,000 feet in the air, which would be around 25,600 meters, around the altitude that a U-2 spy plane is capable of flying. There was a good chance that this aircraft could go even higher, but not for long as the engines would loose their power output to sustain the extreme altitudes. He decided to descend and land the aircraft after such an astoundingly incredible flight. Approaching the runway, the wheels gently glided along the pavement, heading back to its hangar. "I'm sold," Kevin said plainly, "I want this aircraft put to use as soon as possible, battle tested in the upcoming air offensive we have planned on the Socialist supply bases. They'll be sending up a hefty fighter wing of their own to try and stop us, of that I am sure. I want them to meet the beast, the Eleytherian Eagle God." Jason only smiled at the Vice-president, "Thy will be done," he commented, "Give the word, and Soruserk will fillet those assholes." ____________________________________________________________ July 9 of 20XX East Eleytheria-Duo The strike begins Multiple Air Wings were mobilized from Sol Air Force Base for a massive aerial strike against the Socialist advances on Baffin Island to slow down, if not halt, their advance to buy time for the evacuating forces to complete their tasks. Over 200 fighter, strike, and bomber aircraft were in the air, including the legendary Eleytherian Phoenix Squadron, one of the best Fighter Squadrons in the world. Little did the Federalists know, that the Socialists were preparing an aerial strike of their own at the exact same time. They too, had over 200 aircraft in the sky, and they were headed straight for one another... The two Air Forces converged over one single point -- the skies over Nuwata City... It was the most horrifying sound to the civilians they had ever heard, the very foundations beneath their feet shook violently as the 400 Aircraft began to descend upon their city, still evacuating since the order was given only a few days ago. Citizens looked to the sky, and two dark blobs of steel and iron were flying right in the direction of one another at incredible speeds, a clash of epic proportions was inevitable at this point... As could be expected, the two sides spotted each other on radar almost immediately, the two sides armed their missiles, and began tracking their targets that were dead ahead ... Just as the two sides reached missile ranged, time seem to stand still, just as everything seemed calm, it was not to be. A shower of solid steel burst forth with great energy from the fuselages of the hundreds of aircraft, over five hundred missiles went flying face on with their adversaries, aircraft banked and dived, flares filled the zenith and before a single missile struck their targets, the sky was already ablaze in fire. Flashes, fireballs and destruction tore through the two air formations, and hot iron rained down upon the city, setting structures ablaze and turning entire city blocks into infernos. Terror gripped both Pilot and People, and visibility both on the ground and in the sky began to drop as smoke filled the air from the surface fires and flickering debris of steel, titanium and aluminum that fluttered through the cold Arctic air. The two sides were now far too close to safely use their missiles without the risk of hitting friendly targets, and the sky came ablaze with yellow streaks blaring across the horizon in cacophony of rumbles and snarls of auto cannons and gatling guns. "Jesus, they are everywhere! Hundreds!" "Keep the pressure on them! Its either us, or them! Send them to hell!" Pilots from both sides encouraged their own and cursed their opponents, pure chaos reigned over the radio frequencies. It seemed as if neither side were able to completely wrestle air superiority from one another, and casualties were sky rocketing for Socialists and Federalists alike. For Lieutenant Allen Croteau, it was an unnerving experience to have a burst of trace rounds fly over or under your aircraft only feet from your protective canopy, but he put his fear aside as a soldier should, and the fighting went on. He didn't disappoint. Just when a Socialist pig flew under him, he rolled his aircraft and pulled back sharply on his stick, bringing him on a rough trajectory behind his target, whom was too occupied trying to achieve a radar lock on one of Allen's comrades. But Allen had other plans... Quickly flipping switches and buttons with his thumb, a brightly glowing reticle began to dance around his HUD Screen, almost directly on the Socialist aircraft directly in front of him. The reticle flashed red, and a high pitched tone rang throughout the cockpit. "Take this, you bastard!" he cursed as a missile flew from under his wing, screaming towards his victim at over 2,700 mp/h. He watched as the smoky missile was only meters away from its target before exploding in a golden ball of fire, sending debris ripping into the rear of the Socialist pilots engines, smoke billowing from the aircraft. Its engines finally gave out, and the socialists aircraft began to dive towards the ground, a parachute visible soon after. Just as Allen was cheering at his kill, he looked to the North to see several reds had broken from the fight and took up formation, and plowing straight back into the action, ready to deliver a devastating salvo of cannon fire upon the Federal Pilots. He knew he had to inform the others, or these guys would rip them to shreds. "Bandits North, closing in fast!" he shouted into his radio, a split second later, the unthinkable ... a massive shower of golden yellow streaks filled the horizon, just as Phoenix squadron were passing through to engage their intended targets, but caught off guard and bullets riddling the side of their hulls, they broke formation to evade the incoming cannon fire, just at the very moment the Socialists were turning to re-engage. To their horror, they watched their Wing leader, Phoenix one, slam head on with another Socialist pilot, both exploding in a massive fireball, sending cones of debris and white streaks hurling through the skies. "Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Lewis, "Phoenix one is down, repeat, Squadron leader is down! This is Phoenix two taking command, out!" No more than the moment he uttered those words that his instruments screamed in his face that an incoming missile was headed straight for him, quickly glancing to his left, the smoke trail of an R-60 missile descended upon him at a blinding rate, in the blink of an eye, he jerked on his controls and slammed on his air brakes, a seemingly foolish move, but the drag spun his aircraft around at an unbelievable rate, and as calculated, the missile flew passed his right wingtip, but only just. Too slow to engage his assailant, he watched him fly directly underneath his aircraft. Another member of Phoenix squadron who witnessed the event quickly lined his gun sights up on the red bastard, and squeezed off a burst of cannon fire, shattering the wing of the aircraft and sending it spinning uncontrollably to the ground. Everyone watched as a faint flash engulfed the hard deck below. Another casualty in a war that seemed to drag on and on. 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July 9 of 20XX RSV Marx Bringing down the hammer Alexander stood motionless, looking at a command directive given from Andrey Puzankov himself. As he held the sheet of paper and read its contents, his hands slightly quivered with alarm. A true full scale attack was about to begin, and it would ensure Socialist dominance throughout Baffin Island in only a few days, and the Spear would be the next to fall. They may even gain a stranglehold on the mainland if all goes according to plan. While this news was to the liking of Alexander, there was one part that had him nervous -- It called for an attack on the Russian fleet, with a full barrage of anti-ship missiles and an attempt to storm their naval vessels with boarding craft and marines. More still, he would no longer be in command of his fleet, Andrey is personally taking control of the Socialist Navy. Instead, he was being shipped to the front lines to command an attack on one of the most heavily fortified cities on the Mainland coast; Igloolik. A beast of a walled city whom was also well within Federal artillery range from three different directions. This alarmed Alexander greatly, as he knew all too well that Federal artillery was years in advance over the Socialists, and heavy artillery could be called from miles away, being trapped between three continual barrages could decimate tens of thousands of mens lives. Even greater of a fear yet, was the thought of the Russians utterly annihilating the Socialist fleet. It was certainly possible for them to do so, even if the Socialists outnumbered the Russian presence in the area, both at sea and on land. The best hope to send the Russians in a rout at sea, would be to use the sheer numbers of smaller vessels and boarding ships to ram the Socialists while the larger warships provided support, covering fire, and barrage after relentless barrage of missiles. Alexander also understood that modern warships were centered around missiles, even a super battleship is subject to being sunk by only a handful of properly built missile cruisers. Missiles today could engage sea targets over five hundred miles away, and be fired in volleys up to twenty or even forty at a time, while even the most powerful of naval-based shells on battleships can, realistically speaking, barely make fifty miles, yet alone make it accurately. The Russians would undoubtedly understand this, and whatever missile technology they harbored, it was sure to be far greater than that of the Socialists. Regardless, they were not 500 miles away from the Russian fleet, they were 60 miles away, and both sides were well within attack range of each others surface-to-surface warheads. But there was no time to dwell on that now, the mainland awaited, and every soldier, artillery, aircraft and tank on the mainland would be at his command when he got there... Seeing as he would now be waging a war from ground level, he would need to take a few things with him; Paperwork, documents, binoculars, a heavy coat, a rifle, and his trusty side arm among other things. Loaded down with nearly a hundred pounds of gear, one of his loyal seaman informed him that his Ka-25 transport was awaiting him. Stepping unto the aircraft carriers table top, he sprinted across the deck to reach his ride. Inside were several Red Guard, elite soldiers specifically trained to protect important peoples. With Alexander safely within the Helicopters bay, the humming rotors powered up with a swoosh, quickly becoming a steady thudding. Into the skies, across the highland and towards the mainland they traveled, Voronov could not help but look out the window at the approaching cliff sides in the far distance. The pilot was taking them in low, very low. Large vapors of water swished around the helicopter as they darted towards the coast, but only a few minutes from the shores of Cumberland Peninsula, the helicopter lifted up and flew passed the cliffs and canyons that made up the coast of Baffin Island. They were now just north-west of Pangnirtung, and just as the General was beginning to appreciate the view, the instruments in the cockpit began to beep and buzz, red lights began to flash all over the controls and in the distance, several faint jet engine whistles could be heard over the helicopters rotors. It took very little time for the whistles to turn to howling roars, the aerial fight that had taken place over Nuwata was now turning into a massive aerial conflict all across southern Baffin Island, as both sides scrambled up even more fighters to partake in the slug fest. Surprised, the General jumped to his feet; "What the hell is going on out there?" "Sir, please, get down on the floor of the Helicopter. Its the Federalists." "What?!" "Sir, we're in the middle of an aerial conflict, we're trying to set you down near our military encampment near Pangnirtung, now please just stay down." Again, the General climbed to his feet, "Does Andrey know about this?" he shouted, not even aware that the event had taken place. As he said those words, deafening screeching and clanking filled the helicopter as 23mm gun shells shot straight through the helicopters hull, riddling it full of holes and missing Alexanders head by mere inches. A red guard jumped the general and pushed him to the floor. "Jesus Christ, General! We're informing Andrey now, please stay down!" the man said, his heart racing from the experience that had just unfolded. Suddenly, the helicopter began to pitch violently, and in one swift motion the helicopter had did a complete 180 degree turn, barely evading a missile that rushed by towards its actual intended target; A socialist FS-1 fighter. Alexander watched through the window as the fighter jet burst into flames and explode in a golden ball of fire. As the battle continued on in the skies, the helicopter reached the Socialist staging point, and landed safely soon afterwards. Voronov had never been more happy to plant his feet on solid ground before in his life... ____________________________________________________________ July 9 of 20XX RSV Marx - Bridge Andrey receives word The fleet was now swiftly moving southward, passed Cumberland and towards the Socialists new greatest foe; The Russian Navy. Three hundred ships total, 90 of which were heavy weapons capable, and the other few hundred ships equipped with small CIWS and 20mm cannons, would be, at the very least, a serious contender to the Russians naval supremacy. Andrey had no intentions to attack the Russian fleet unless it came to that, he was hoping the sheer size of the fleet, and the presence of two aircraft carriers and two assault ships, would force the Russians into falling back. He also had to exercise caution -- The Russians did not deploy their entire fleet, far from it. His own fleet, however, was at full strength; It was the entire socialist reserve. The Socialists, now beginning to be called the "Crimson Eleytherians" by the Federalists and the Federalists coined "Cobalt Eleytherians" by the Socialists (Red and Blue,) knew all too well that the Russians could substantially impact the war unlike any other nation participating in the conflict thus far. Andrey wanted to send a clear message to the Russians; The Socialists are in it to win it, and they would do anything to achieve their self-appointed goal ... Anything. Observing the ever-closing Russian fleet, and imperious as ever before, Andrey stood as motionless as a statue, even when a young sailor stepped next to him to deliver a message... "Sir, there has been a massive air strike over Cumberland." This caught Andrey's attention very quickly; "What?" he replied with his cheeks turning red. "The Capitalists, they launched a strike into Cumberland. Our Air Force is spread dangerously thin over the Island." Pacing to the command table, Andrey hovered over the table and began to stare blankly at the map of Baffin Island, the seaman merely kept his distance while the Premier became red with anger in realization that he would not be capturing Sol Air Force Base this day. "Grrrrraaaaaagghhh!" he screamed, sweeping his arm violently across the table, sending papers and objects flying across the room. "GOD DAMMIT!" The crew was frightened by his display of anger, although they continued with their duties. "Inform our transport aircraft to paradrop our soldiers behind Yakone Air Base," Andrey said angrily, "Alexander will be striking the region in due time, and I want a corridor secured between the Air Base and the western water front of Baffin Island. These bastards will pay..." "Sir," another seaman began, "We're approaching the Russian fleet, their individual ships are just within visual range." Straightening his posture, Andrey walked across the Bridge and stared out the window at a multitude of slender, long black dots scattered across the horizon; The Russian Fleet was within sight, and the Socialist presence over over 300 ships would sure as hell not have gone unnoticed. "Slow us down," Andrey commanded. "Ready the missile bays, and unshield our Nuclear Missile, I want the Russians to detect the radiological output of the warhead. Let them know we're serious..." "I think they'll get that message, Sir..." --- Transmission --- To: Russian Fleet From: Andrey Puzankov Comrade Admiral and Crews, this is not the day to throw down your lives for nothing, withdraw your presence from the Atlantic Coast of Eleytheria-Duo and many good lives will be spared from eternal extinguishment. You are the allies of the Federal Republic and you have answered their call for help, commendable, but you are fighting a war that cannot be won. Do not waste the lives that were already lost by adding to the casualty count, return to your homes, to your families, while you yet live to embrace them in your arms. You all still have much to live for, and Russia is your proud home. You serve her, but your service will mean nothing if you cannot return home victorious, or worse you do not return at all. This war was over before it began, even now Baffin Island falls to our might, and in due time, so too will the mainland. It should be clear by now that the Capitalist war machine is crumbling at its base as they retreat and abandon their islands to fortify the mainland in a desperate attempt to halt our advances. Like Nazi Germany, the Federalist Republic shall be struck down by the righteous might of Socialism. Today our two sides stand face to face, but we need not let this end in one another's destruction. By learning to walk away, you shall live to fight another day, I expect to see you on the sea again, and I expect that any encounter we have afterwards will not be one of peace or tranquility, but at the very least, your lives will not be wasted fighting for a cause that is already lost to the world. ____________________________________________________________ July 9 of 20XX Eleytheria-Duo Talon of the Eagle Gods A single, odd looking aircraft rolled out of a hangar and slowly rolled across the airfield to a long stretch of runway, its dark paint was dull to look at, it was not at all shiny, and looked dirty and gritty. Lined up and prepared, the pilot pushed the throttle to maximum, sending a massive jet of flame from the engines with a tremendous thud. The wheels spun, and the aircraft screamed down the runway ... It was airborne... The ground crews, whom had never seen anything like it, watched in awe as the small black dot disappeared into the far horizon. But the pilot, he already had some experience flying the aircraft, and he could not wait to kick some socialist ass while getting a feel for this new wonder weapon. Soruserk Taqukaq was in love with the new aircraft, it could do what no other aircraft he flew before could do, and the thing kept on impressing. It was time to see what else she could do, Taqukaq already heard of the massive aerial conflict taking place over Baffin Island, and that was his intended destination... Looking through his helmet visor and out of the shiny glass cockpit window, he could look down and see Gjoa Haven, and off in the distance, Taloyok. His flight trajectory would also take him over Kugaaruk, pride of Eleytheria-Duo and Capitol city of the Republic. As he was thinking of all of these things, he realized he was already close to Taloyok, and glancing off to his left, the city was clearly visible below. Finally snapping himself back into being alert and focused on what had to be done, he ran through a checklist. Just as he was done, he looked straight below him, and the massive gray, white and green blob that was Kugaaruk was visible, quickly drifting behind his view as he sped on to Baffin Island. Travel time was so swift, even in cruise speed. Not even a full hour had passed and he was now crossing the channel that separated Baffin Island from the mainland. He quickly slowed the aircraft down to scan for targets, and began approaching the Cumberland peninsula -- Socialist controlled territory... Glancing at his radar, he could see targets all around him, but far below his altitude. It was the Federalists and Socialists still duking it out in the skies, but those fights were too close to prying eyes, and he did not want anyone to catch a good glimpse of the aircraft and live to tell about it. As he began to circle the Cumberland, he noticed a large group of hostile aircraft circling from the coast and flying along the rocky cliffs of Baffin Island, it was his chance to engage, and he took it ... Soruserk dived with incredible speed to engage his targets. --- A few minutes later --- "Command, this is Sokol One. We are moving to engage the capitalist dogs, ETA fifteen minutes, out." "Roger, Sokol One. Radar indicates there are no aircraft within your immediate vicinity, so enjoy your break while you can. Out." "Copy. Sokol One out." As they were enjoying the view of the canyon, the thirteen Socialist pilots had no idea that flying only a few miles behind them, was a beast unlike the world had ever seen before... They were unaware of its presence, that is, until a bright flash out of the corner of their eye caught their attention... "Holy shit!" one of the pilots screamed through his radio, "Sokol Five is down, repeat, Sokol five is down!" The socialist formation quickly broke, scrambling to find their hidden adversary. "Where is he?" Sokol Four radioed, it was the last thing he uttered as Soruserk riddled his cockpit full of 30mm cannon shells, sending him smashing into the canyon wall in a dazzling brilliance of flames and glittery metal debris. Already the pilots were beginning to panic. "Jesus Christ! Where is this Son of a Bitch?!" Sokol One was flying behind one of his comrades when a blinding fast missile came from nowhere and killed his comrade in front of him, sending his aircraft to the ground in a heap of debris. Quickly jerking his aircraft to engage the adversary, he seen the fighter flying low through the canyons, and it was unlike anything he had ever seen before. At first he thought it was an F-22, but as the aircraft exposed its top-side, canards were visible, and it was clearly not an F-22, but something much different. "I've got him, 11 O'clock low, flying through the canyons. Engage at will!" The socialists blasted their afterburners on and took pursuit, some circling around the canyon to gain a lead on their target. Sokol One was now firmly trailing the aircraft, his adversary began to fly in almost a straight line, "What a fool," he thought to himself. Just as he lined his gun sights up on the aircraft, a missile shot from under the strange fighter, flew over the wing and straight back at him. Without any time to react, he met the same grisly fate as his comrades as the missile shredded through his cockpit canopy and exploded, he joined them at the bottom of the canyon in flames. Confusion now gripped the men, as they tried desperately to shoot down this monster, but the sight of their commander being shot down was the last straw; "Wing leader is dead, repeat wing leader is dead!" Two clashing sides were now in full swing, it was do or die, kill or be killed, slaughter or perish. But this new aircraft was just too much, it was faster, more agile, and had more tricks up its sleeve than the Socialists' FS-1 Fighters. Another Socialist managed to get behind the Eleytherian, and tried to track the aircraft by radar, but there was nothing, not even a tone. She ran silent... "Fuck!" the pilot shouted, "Stealth! Use guns, use guns!" The pilots were now desperate to shoot this monstrosity down, and they all began firing bursts of cannon fire wildly in the jets direction, hoping to score a lucky hit, but to no avail. Wasting ammunition and unable to acquire a missile lock, they were now forced to enter a true dogfight with a fighter that was showing clear superiority in all aspects to their own aircraft. It was not what the Socialists were bargaining for. Twisting and winding their way along the coast and flying through the canyons and cliffs that made up the rough and jagged edges of Baffin Island. With ten really pissed off Socialists on his tail, Soruserk pulled straight into the sky and hit the afterburners. Most of the aircraft broke off, but two foolishly followed. Slowly throttling back, Soruserk lowered his air speed to draw the hostile aircraft in close, knowing full well that they could not use their missiles, they would need to position themselves to use their guns -- virtually impossible in a near vertical climb lest you have your cannon shells fall back down and blow your own aircraft apart. Soruserk hit his air brakes and pulled back on his controls, the socialists overshot, and, even more foolish still, rolled back to try and dive upon the Federalist, only to realize that he was prepared for it. They blew past him once more, it did not take much effort for Soruserk to line one of them up in his gun sights. A quick squeeze of the trigger sent a burst of 30mm shells into the hapless red, bursting his aircraft into flames, inevitable to crash into the sea or coast. Unconcerned where his victim would crash, Taqukaq slammed the thrust to full, and the aircraft rocketed towards the second aircraft that was desperately trying to flee. Realizing his error, the socialist jerked his aircraft to the left and to the right, rolling and pitching with incredible agility at extremely high speeds the two warriors were hell bent upon destroying one another, but there was simply no way to shake this never before seen aircraft, it was simply too fast, too agile, and too heavily armed. The Socialist watched on in horror as .50 caliber bullets riddled his wing and fuselage full of holes, and the bullets just kept coming... His wing began to flap violently, vibrating the entire fighter. "Christ!" he said, beginning to panic, "My wing is about to be torn off! Get this son of a bitch off of me!" "We're trying, but we cannot get a missile lock and he's moving too violently to hit him with guns," his comrades replied. The aircraft violently jerked to the right, the pilot loosing control as he began to spiral to the ground. Fighting to regain a stable flight path, he looked out of his canopy to see his entire right wing completely missing, shocked and barely capable of keeping the aircraft flying in a straight line, he ejected. The canopy bolts exploded from their sockets, sending the glass box flying over the aircraft, the seats booster ignited, sending him flying out over the damaged aircraft. Watching the half-winged fighter descend in a spiral to the ground, he was just happy to be alive. He witnessed his adversary fly underneath of him as he began to pull his chute. One by one, the socialists were being blown out of the sky by a single aircraft. Soruserk was far from done, making a sharp turn he took them into a wild ride through the winding Baffin Island cliffs, his adversaries taking pursuit. Looking into the mirror overhead, he seen the four aircraft pursuing him. "Let's play hide and seek, you bastards," he said in a low voice, thrusting his afterburners and sending a sonic shock wave through the canyon, vibrating the walls and sending small boulders falling into the shallow waters below. Winding their way towards the Northern section of Baffin Island, they were now northeast of Clyde River. Seeing an opportunity to finish the battle, Soruserk sped ahead of the Socialists who had no hope to catch up, then quickly descended his altitude to only a few meters above the surface of the water before slowing back down once more. The dark gray paint on the aircraft allowed it to blend with the dark rocks that littered the canyon walls and protruded through the water, and the four remaining Socialists overshot, heading out over open water. In one final move of engagement, Soruserk accelerated rapidly, activated his multi-tracking targeting systems, acquired radar lock on all four aircraft in only a few seconds of delay, and fired four missiles... Back in the Socialists' cockpits, their electronics were dancing wildly with flashes and hums, realizing that they were now targets, they broke formation, quickly trying to evade the oncoming R-73 missiles. Only one stood any real chance of escape ... a young Socialist pilot by the name of Timyev Adanskiy. Reacting to the inbound interceptor missile, he quickly rolled and dived for the canyons in the hopes that this particular missile relied on its parent aircraft to send it target data, but as he flew through the narrow passes, the missile only gained on him with incredible speed, out of options, he had to out smart and out maneuver the missile. Winding and twisting through the canyons, he tried to mislead the missile into flying into the canyon wall by flying low over the edge, shooting past the edge of the cliff over land at over 1,700 miles per hour, he was mere meters from slamming into the canyon wall, but this missile was not as half-witted as he thought it would be, the missile climbed over him, and began to descend atop his aircraft, jolting back on the controls, he flew right towards the missile, breaking off at the last second, sending it flying passed his canopy in a blur before it reengaged him once again with a long winding motion. Unable to evade the monstrosity, he made for the ocean once again. This weapon had come dangerously close to knocking him out of the sky more than once, Timyev was becoming desperate to evade the junk, and executed a dangerous move, slowing down and drawing in the missile in close before diving for the ocean below. Only moments from meeting a watery grave, reflexes took over, and the aircrafts nose suddenly pointed to the sky with the engines roaring to life with massive flames bursting from the turbines, sending water vapor meters high around the aircraft. The missile slammed into the ocean in front of him, a towering pillar of water shot from the surface from the explosion just as his aircraft gained enough thrust to rocket into the sky. "Hahahahaha!" the pilot rejoiced, "Take that you mother fucker! This is Sokol Nine to others, missile evaded and returning to engage." There was no reply. "Sokol nine to wing, come in." Looking down out of his aircraft, a mess of debris floated atop the oceans surface. He quickly realized that there would be no reply coming from his comrades. They were dead. "Holy Christ..." he quietly said to himself in a shiver, "What the fuck was that thing...?" His question was soon answered when his instruments lit up again, quickly, he looked to his right. What he saw next scared the soul out of him, the hostile aircraft was flying side by side with him, the rugged looking pilot looking right into his eyes, but there was no malice on either side, no feeling for revenge, nothing, nothing but an empty gaze into one another's prismatic eyes... A minute later, the Federalist gave a single nod, and his aircraft disengaged, flying over top the Socialist, heading back to base to spare the young pilot to fight another day. Barely able to breathe, Timyev pulled off his mask and gasped for air, and the reason for being spared soon became apparent, it was no true act of mercy, merely a fact that his adversary had run out of weapons to fire at him. This disturbed Timyev deeply, if his life hung on such a short string of fate, how long could he reserve this kind of luck? He knew the answer not, and returned home, a changed man forevermore... ____________________________________________________________ July 9 of 20XX Eleytheria-Duo Between the Hammer & Anvil Alexander had arrived and began assembling his army, standing at 1,000,000 strong, and supported by over 100 aircraft, and 175 tanks, it was the largest active Socialist attack division in North America. One of the most powerful armies in the Eleytherian theater, he was ready to strike the remaining Federalist forces near Yakone Airbase. They would be undoubtedly crushed without much resistance... "Sir," a young soldier called out to the General, "Our scout teams are back, they were able to number the enemy." "Excellent. What news?" "60,000 Infantry, a dozen light vehicles, and at least a few hundred machine-gun and cannon emplacements." "... Damn, that many emplacements?" "Looks like they are in it for the long haul, Sir. They want to evacuate as many civilians as possible, and they are not abandoning that Airfield without a fight." "I understand their caution for evacuating civilians from the region. Any other news?" "Yes, Comrade General. Andrey Puzankov wished us to inform you of a friendly paradrop behind Yakone. 20,000 men." "We can pinch them. Excellent. Thank you for the information update, Comrade. Carry on." Voronov walked from the large tent, smacking the paperwork in the palm of his hand whilst looking around him at all of the equipment Andrey placed under his command. It was hoped that this single army would be what would push the Federalist scum all the way off of Baffin Island, and unto their mainland. This would also be the first army to lunch a massive amphibious strike on the shores of the Snow Peninsula. Voronov cleared his throat, and walked to his UAZ. "It is time," he whispered to himself. --- Two Hours Later --- Jean Scharboneau, a New French Immigrant, was not about to stay behind in an Anarchic Quebec. Instead he found refuge in the territory of an old ally of the Great New French Republic, that of their neighbor; Eleytheria-Duo. It was hell to find a way across the Hudson Bay, but when he finally did, the living standards were far better than living in a land where you could be bombed at any moment. That is, until the Reds showed up ... Jean was not just fighting for Eleytheria-Duo because he felt the need to protect his new home, but also because, as a true Socialist, he felt that Andrey and his forces were corrupting the ideology of his old homeland. This was evil socialism he was fighting, not good socialism. As he reflected on better times, the other Federalists around him began to feel a rumble beneath their feet, suddenly, the silence was dissipated by the the growling of tank engines, and the thuds of helicopter rotors. "Go! Go! Go!" shouted the Colonel, ordering his men to take to their positions and arm themselves. Along the eastern hill, a line of silhouettes dotted the horizon, as did hundreds of tanks -- It was the socialists. The Reds began to chant in a foreign language that some of the Federalists did not understand, men translated for them; "... We march to these lands for a righteous cause. We swarm in force to destroy the oppressors. We uphold our sacred socialist views. We lay low the armies of tyranny..." Reality shock overtook the Federalists as they realized they were heavily outnumbered and out gunned. Their hands began to shake, and their breath quivered with fear at the sight of a million soldiers ready to fight to kill them... With nearly no warning, a fleet of MI-24's flew with great speed over the hill, their chain guns opened fired, rockets lunged from their pods into the lines of the defenders, tank cannons spewed fire as they engaged the unfortunate men. Socialists showed no mercy as their superior firepower decimated their emplacements and burned them out of their entrenchments. The Federalists desperately tried to resist, but found themselves surrounded by the storming tanks, and with no cover to find refuge behind. Hitting the ground, they returned fire with everything they had, AK-107, RPG-27, PKP's -- only to realize that there was no hope left. The battle was over before it even began, and with their defeat imminent, Yakone Airbase, the last Federalist Airbase in Southern Baffin, was now completely defenseless from Socialist attack. It was also the last hope to speedily evacuate the remaining civilians from Nuwata and Cape Dorset to the mainland... Above the blazing fight, standing on a hill with the rest of his infantry, Alexander peered through his binoculars at the bloody scene. He did not even need to send in his infantry, the tanks and aircraft were more than efficient for the job. Why waste human lives when vehicles can be replaced? Assuming they destroyed to begin with. "Lyubov," he called to his Lieutenant, "Informed the snipers to begin picking off anyone carrying RPG's." "Yes, Comrade General," she replied. The Federalists were putting up more of a fight than he had expected, and as he watched through his binoculars, he observed an individual taking aim with his anti-tank launcher. Following the bright golden streak, it exploded against the hull of a T-72, sending flames shooting from either side of the turret, showering the local area with debris. "Damn," he said to himself, "This is more difficult than I thought it would be." He waved his wrist over to his radioman, "Call in the artillery, maximum bombardment." With the battle continuing, and the Federalists refusing to surrender, Alexander needed to find another way to crush them into submission -- 100 artillery shells should do the trick. Only minutes after the order was called in, a single whistle plowed through the cool air, with a brilliant flash and a tremendous shaking under the mens feat, five massive dirt arms rocketed into the sky, 40 meters high in several directions. Moments later, more whistles and more massive explosions rocked the battlefield. The field fell silent, when the smoke cleared, thousands of Feds lay motionless on the ground, others, surrendered. What they did not observe was that a single Federalist managed to escape from the battle -- with a sniper rifle... It was Jean Scharboneau. Rising up from the trenches that overlooked the hill where the Red commanding officers and infantry stood. Bringing the rifle to his shoulder, squeezing tight and looking down the shiny scope, he brought a figure into view. "Prenez cela, bâtard..." he muttered, pulling the trigger. Lyubov stood next to Alexander, congratulating him on his victory when a red mist of cloud splattered into the face of the General. Shocked by the incident he reeled back to see a woman with blood gushing from her neck. "Get a fucking medic over here and somebody take that Son of a Bitch out!" Quickly, a socialist sniper jumped forth and brought his rifle to bear, as he looked through the eye piece, he scanned the horizon to find the man, finally, he drifted into view. "Oh shit..." he said to himself, realizing he was looking right down his barrel. A split second later, a trail of blood exploded through each side of his head, sending him plunging to the ground and sending his rifle flying through the air. Alexander grabbed it in mid flight and shouldered it, he had the bastard in sight. The two warriors fired at the same time, sending a bullet tearing through Jeans hip, and as for Alexander... The glass scope exploded as he shouldered the rifle, the sniper bullet lodging inside of it and sending sharp debris into his eye. "Ahh, fuck!" he screamed holding his face and dropping the rifle, "Fuck! Fuck!" he continued to shout, stumbling around with blood dripping from his eye. "Somebody KILL him!" Jean had no intentions of dying, he dived from the trenches after reality set back in that he had a hole in his left hip. Quickly crawling out of view from the soldiers now scouring the area for his presence, he looked at his hands which were covered with blood from both his front and back, the bullet exiting the left side of his butt. "Putain!" he shouted, momentarily forgetting that there were people looking for him. Quickly realizing his error, he continued to crawl through the muddy trenches to reach the nearby hills on the opposite end of the battle zone. He managed to escape, but only just. He had to make it back to Yakone and inform the Air Base that the Socialists had won, but there was so little time, the Reds would be right on his heels. The fate of the evacuees depended on one man... ____________________________________________________________ July 9 of 20XX Kugaaruk City Next Generation Aircraft: First look Catherine, in incredible pain but still too stubborn to take any pain medication, stood at the sidelines while others continued to do their duties. She felt useless in this state, but at least she felt home again, and Gregory was there to give her support. As she was sitting at her desk catching up on what she had missed, Kevin walked in with a handful of papers. "Madam President." "Kevin! It's good to see you." "Ah, its good to see you. You had us all worried sick, Catherine." She smiled, "Happy to see that I am loved. What have you got for me, Kevin?" Kevin returned the smile and handed her a small folder labeled "Classified" As she flipped through the pages, she came across a diagram labeled FS-4 - Aquila Chrysaetos; Posted Image "The only FS-4 fighter in our arsenal was tested this day," Kevin said plainly. Catherine quickly looked up at Kevin with a slight look of shock on her face, "We have one built? Operational?" "Yes," he began, "Believe me I was as shocked as you were when I found out," he said with a slight chuckle. "How did it preform?" she asked with curiosity. "It was beyond even the engineers expectations. I can guarantee you one thing; We've hit a goldmine, Catherine... It will definitely rank as one of the most advanced fighters in the world. Perhaps even a fair match for our neighbors Aurora aircraft." Catherine smiled at the thought of putting the Americans in their place, but that was not her upfront concern. "How much is the unit cost?" Suddenly, Kevin lost his smile. "947 Million Phi's." Catherine gasped at Kevin's response. "Jesus Christ, Kevin! That's seven times more than the most expensive aircraft in our arsenal!" "But it is well with the cost, Catherine. Five of these aircraft could do untold devastation to targets within its strike range." "Which is?" "1,600 Miles," Kevin said, pulling his shoulders inward. "Less than the range of a light bomber," Catherine said with a slight frown. "But longer in range than the average interceptor. Catherine, the range isn't going to matter. This aircraft can fly higher than the U-2, faster than the SR-71, and has one of the greatest maneuverability rates we've ever seen before. It is a true super aircraft. On par with just about everyone else's super aircraft. It was Eleytheria-Duo's goal to lead the way in future avionics by the year 20XX, and we are fast achieving that goal. This is the first step in taking things to the next level. Progress comes at a cost, and the world will be forced to acknowledge our air superiority." "You sound like my mother, Kevin..." Catherine said with a smile, gaining a laugh from her old friend, "All right," she said "Begin production on three more aircraft, and I'd like to see a chart of this aircraft full capabilities, please." "You've got it, Catherine." ____________________________________________________________ July 9 of 20XX RSV Marx The beans are spilled The pilot that had survived the encounter with Soruserk had just landed and requested an audience with Andrey Puzankov. He had something to tell his superiors that he knew that only belonged in the hands of his Premier, he would know what to do. Or so he hoped... As he walked into Andrey's quarters, he was greeted by a darkened room with the figure of a man sitting behind his desk. "Lieutenant Timyev, I take it?" the shadowed figure asked. "Yes, Comrade Premier." "What is it you wish of me?" "Sir. I saw something out there. An aircraft." "Pilots see aircraft every day, Timyev. What is it that was so different about this one you've seen?" "Sir, it wasn't like anything I've ever laid eyes upon. It looked like an F-22 with canards, but its fuselage was much different, wider even. It fired two types of guns and carried large payloads of missiles, it shot down twelve of my comrades single-handedly. It was also stealth, we all tried to achieve a radar lock, but our tone meters ran silent." Timyev heard the chair creek as the Premier leaned forward. "Did it show any other notable features that you recall, Pilot?" "Yes, Comrade Premier. It could fire at targets approaching from behind it, much like our FS-1's. It was fast, very fast, we couldn't keep up even at afterburner speed. " A slight pause took hold of the two men before Timyev broke the silence once more; "Permission to speak freely, Comrade Premier." "Of course. Go on." "Sir, one of our pilots ejected over the Baffin Coast. Will there be a rescue search?" "Yes, I will call for a rescue team, Timyev. Now leave me, please. I will look into your claims as soon as I call a search party." "Thank you, Comrade Premier." As Timyev walked from the room, Andrey lit a cigarette, and sit idle for a moment in thought. He intended to keep his promise in searching for the downed pilot, but he would also be sending a message to his ally regarding this matter; Gassel. --- Secret Transmission --- To: Topaz Faction From: Socialist Eleytheria General, I trust your campaign against the Kasnyian Imperial Government goes well. I am sorry to interrupt you in times such as these, but I have disturbing news coming out of Eleytheria-Duo. There seems to be a new aircraft being deployed by the Federal Government, it has one of our best pilots panicked. According to his eye witness testimony, one aircraft shot down twelve FS-1 Fighter aircraft. It appears to be faster, more maneuverable, and carry larger loads than any other aircraft we have ever seen before. We believe it to be the next generation of aircraft being deployed by Federal Forces. We know not if this aircrafts design is being shared with the Imperial Government of Kasnyia. 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| Kasnyia | Nov 24 2007, 10:44 PM Post #88 |
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Topaz war room, on board the Crimson Skull in the Bay of Bengal "General Gassel, sir" an aide called out to the Topaz leader, "Message from Premier Puzhankov via General Kahr." Gassel turned around from what he was doing. "Yes?" General, I trust your campaign against the Kasnyian Imperial Government goes well. I am sorry to interrupt you in times such as these, but I have disturbing news coming out of Eleytheria-Duo. There seems to be a new aircraft being deployed by the Federal Government, it has one of our best pilots panicked. According to his eye witness testimony, one aircraft shot down twelve FS-1 Fighter aircraft. It appears to be faster, more maneuverable, and carry larger loads than any other aircraft we have ever seen before. We believe it to be the next generation of aircraft being deployed by Federal Forces. We know not if this aircrafts design is being shared with the Imperial Government of Kasnyia. If this information has fallen into the hands of the Imperialists, be forewarned that the tides of the air battle could be jeopardized. Attack any production facilities with extreme prejudice. Gassel said nothing for a second. "Sir, how shall I reply?" the aide asked. "If the Federal forces have given the design to the Emperor, that could mean trouble...." The aide started writing the obvious order to destroy the aircraft and her facilities with extreme prejudice before the General continued, "...However, such an aircraft, in the hands of a true soldier, would be a boon to whichever war effort we choose to use it in." "Shall I tell them to capture the plane instead?" "No...no. They have enough on their plate, where as we are currently on a short break," replied the General, "Bomb the airbase it's based at to hell when you find it...I sincerely doubt a fighter of that power and with that much next gen technology has begun mass production yet or Andrey wouldn't be talking. We find that base, it needs to be wiped off the face of existance." At that, Gassel's advisor and friend, General Delinz, spoke up. "Why not capture it? The machines and technologies used to create such a beast would be all ready for us." "I can't risk having the Federal forces sabotaging the base as the frontline advances," Gassel countered, "Destroy the base and have our guys catch that fighter. That's all." "Catch?" Delinz exclaimed in bewilderment. "Yes, catch," Gassel repeated, with slight annoyance, "Our Spectre transports are the largest in the world. It can easily take the weight...it merely requires the skills of a good pilot." With that he turned back to the aide who was still waiting. "You have the orders. Tell our men in North America to destroy the new fighter's mother base and capture that prototype or prototypes by any means necessary, including possible air-to-air capture." "Yes sir, General." With that, the aide left. "We get that plane," Gassel mused, "and this war ends by the day after." "And if we don't?" Delinz asked. "Then we chase down the prototype and destroy it." |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Nov 25 2007, 01:48 AM Post #89 |
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OOC: I noticed you used the name "FS-4," Kas, not to get technical, but I doubt anyone outside of the Eleytherian Command would actually know its title. Just a little heads up for consistency... |
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| Kasnyia | Nov 25 2007, 02:34 AM Post #90 |
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OOC- :rolleyes: Changed it. Next time PM the error. |
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| NRE | Nov 29 2007, 06:20 PM Post #91 |
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July 8 of 20XX Resolute Straits Surprise, Surprise, Part III Captain Kirilenko let a small sigh of relief out when word from the socialist captain came and Kirilenko knew he would accept the terms set down. So there they now were a small Russia group of Russian ships pitted almost nose to nose with a socialist group. A small party left the socialist fleet, presumably the search party. They were not touched, harmed, or even provoked by the Russian group as they slowly made their way past them continuing to flow their course. Well there they go, said a crewman on the command deck as he watched the small craft make its way past the Flagship. We need not concern ourselves with them at this moment, for now we have the main socialist force here in the area, where we want them said Captain Kirilenko. What I need now are options ladies and gentlemen, if we attack now we risk them using their nuclear capabilities. I need an option that would include us effectively disarming or at the very least damaging their controls of those weapons, enough for us to neutralize their vessels without risk of them attack us. The deck fell silent as no one had any idea on how to approach the problem. Well were going to need something soon said the Captain if were going to exploit this situation to our advantage. __________________________________________________________ July 9 of 20XX RFS Moscow- Bridge A Russian Decision Admiral Smyslov sat and allowed Andreys words to echo over and over in his head. It was true that the fleet was seriously outnumbered compared the Socialist fleet now breathing down his neck. He also shared Andreys sentiments of not dying but the problem was that he couldnt just leave or could? Communications, send a coded message to all Captains within the fleet, were leaving Sir?!? Allow me to finish crewmen said the Admiral Tell all Captains that we are leaving, but now without a fight! To leave the area we first have to pass through the enemy fleet, have both aircraft carriers leave first, we will need them if we intend to help with air support. Secondly will be us battleship, with the smaller and faster support ship following last. When the aircraft carriers are out of enemy firing range, we will begin our attack. It will be close range firing and well be doing so in an attempt to flee. Its certainly a bold and risky move and I completely understand that. However, with any luck we will cause enough damage to the enemy fleet that will allow us to come back and finish them once weve met up with the Pacific Fleet, which should be only a few hours away from our position. Inform all Captains that I understand the risks as well as the fact that none of us save the aircraft carriers, may survive. But with the numbers against us and support still hours away, its the best we can do at the moment. Also inform them that if anyone should wish not to participate, they can leave ahead, with the aircraft carriers. Ay Captain said the Communications offers as he relayed the message. Within a few minutes of the transmission, the aircraft carriers began their turn towards the Socialist fleet. As they passed by the Flag Battleship, the Admiral was pleased to see no other ships followed. All 42 ships were behind him one hundred percent, and as crews prepared for the worst, preparing for the battle and the run they were about to make, Captains throughout the fleet awaited the Admiral to make the first move. Helm, take us out. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Dec 6 2007, 06:47 PM Post #92 |
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OOC: I made it public so nobody else would make the same mistake you did. Lets be logical about this, now... :rolleyes: IC: July 10 of 20XX Kugaaruk City, Republic Headquarters A prophecy or coincidence? Still in pain and not at all in comfort, Catherine was beginning to question a lot more than her status of health in realization that leaving the hospital so soon was probably not the best of ideas. Regardless, she was relieved that she was now informed of any new happenings, something that was not assured in a hospital. Being kept in the dark about the status of a country and its people she had for so long led, was far more torment than any bullet, or bullets, could inflict upon her. The silence was broken by Gregory entering the room, the two smiled at each other as Gregory approached Catherine by her side. "How are you feeling, my dear?" "I am doing all right, all things considered. Where were you?" "Oh, just down at the uhh ... Superstructure ... thingy" "You mean the JAUST Superstructure?" Catherine inquired with a chuckle. "Yes, yes. I might mean that one," Gregory said, earning a laugh from both of them. "I apologize," Gregory began, "I try to settle into this new country, to learn its places, its major land marks. I think I'll need a little more time before I can call things by their name." "No, no, I understand fully," Catherine replied, "You've been with us for a short while now, and you've learned much of how we operate and where many important areas are." Gregory slowly nodded at accepting the compliment, "By any chance, would you have happened to hear about an old Inuit prophecy? Some say it was a warning about Andrey. What do you think of all this?" "I think its all a coincidence, personally. But I do wish to investigate this further. The Inuit people have always had a bit of a sixth, perhaps even seventh, sense about their lands. If anybody knows anything about the Socialists movements, and battle plans, its the Inuits." "What are you saying, Catherine?" "Maybe we should have a bit of a talk with these Inuit elders. The Socialists don't even bother to attack them or occupy their villages since there are so many of them. Occasionally an army will pass by to gather what food and supplies they can, but they treat the Inuit better than they treat other Eleytherians. An odd situation, to say the least, but one that makes sense." "So what makes you think the Inuit will share knowledge if it incurs Socialist wrath?" "Because they'll still suffer under the Andrey. The villages do not pay any form of tax under Federalist control and a great deal of freedom comes with it. Even if the Inuit do not like Federal Rule, each tribe can make laws of its own as so long as they do not extend beyond their tribal territory. The same will not be true under Andrey's rule." Gregory nodded with a smile; "You are much more sly than you accredit yourself for, Catherine..." Catherine was somewhat squeemish being called "sly" as they were words that Andrey once used to describe her, but she let it go and pulled herself from the chair, for Gregory was certainly nothing like Andrey. "Let's find Kevin." --- Thirty minutes later --- "...Are you crazy?!" Kevin bellowed, after hearing Catherine's plan. "I wish I could answer that, Kevin," Catherine replied sarcastically, "But we are facing the threat of being completely overrun by our greatest enemy, I believe we should be searching for information and assistance at all corners of the country, by this point. Even if it seems far fetched." "I agree with Catherine," Gregory said in support of his long time friend and companion, "If we do not find alternative approaches to this war, we will loose. I hate to use such words lightly in a country I am beginning to love and call home, but we cannot be arrogant and keep ourselves in the dark, pretending to be superior. We must adapt and overcome our enemies, even if it means using trickery. It'd be far better to have a damaged reputation of honor than letting the people live under the worse tyranny the Canadian world has yet seen." "So what do you two suggest, then?" Kevin said, arching his eyebrow. Catherine began to speak; "There is a man in the Spear Islands by the name of Ataneq. He is an elder of the Nagojut village, this is one of the largest native tribes in Eleytheria-Duo, claiming a quarter of the Peninsula on which they reside and over two dozen smaller surrounding Islands. Socialist activity in the area is also very high from what I have learned, they could give us valuable information in repelling the Socialists in the Spear. Especially if we know exactly where the Socialists are shipping their supplies to and from." "If you are really doing this... I am coming with you," Kevin said with a worried look on his face. "No," Catherine began, "We need someone to stay behind and take care of state affairs, if you are injured or killed, Eleytheria-Duo's leadership will fall into the hands of a Military General. You know our political system, Kevin. I think we can both agree that a militarily operated Eleytheria-Duo is the last thing either of us want." "Catherine... Why can't you just let me go? Putting your life in jeopardy, again, is not a smart idea. You are more fit to lead the country and you know it, you have experience -- and guts -- that I could only dream of having, we need your expertise in fighting the reds. You know Andrey better than anyone else, you knew him in person after all." replied Kevin. Suddenly, Gregory quickly glanced at Catherine. "You knew this Andrey?" he asked with a puzzled look. "It's a long story," she replied, "Look, Kevin, I am not in the best of conditions at this moment to lead any country with the state I am in..." Kevin interrupted her; "But your fit to travel...?" "I won't be alone. I'll take a dozen Shadow Guard with me, and there is no way I am going to convince Gregory to stay behind, either." "Damn right," Gregory quipped. Giving out a heavy sigh, Lowas knew he couldn't just walk away from his duties while he was still the acting President. He had little choice but to agree with Catherine. "Very well, then... Seeing as you've backed me into a corner, I'll grant your request." "Thank you, Kevin," Catherine replied. He nodded, "Take Varuka with you." ____________________________________________________________ July 10 of 20XX Spear of Eleytheria A prophecy or coincidence? The helicopter flew across the Arctic sea water that flowed through the straits and channels below. Gregory watched from the windows at the inhospitable terrain, in view was rugged permanently snow capped mountains and isolated pockets of grass and shrubbery. It seemed to go on as far as the eye could see, they were several miles North of Kakiaktok States, in deep Arctic territory. It is unlikely that the Socialists would have detected their presence yet, or they would have already heard about it. Below, a small village came into view, the helicopter began to descend and the figures of Inuit villagers could be spotted walking from their homes. The chopper set down on the other side of the hill from where the village was located, and everyone disembarked from the vehicle, walking towards the settlement. The group was greeted by a young Inuit woman wearing a traditional Caribou parka, breaking out in the Inuktitut language and greeting them. Catherine, knowing a fair deal of Inuktitut, replied in kind and thanked her for the friendly greeting. "What did she say?" Gregory asked in curiosity, not used to hearing Catherine speak in such an alien-like language. "She said 'Hello, welcome to our village,' I replied that we'd like to see the elders, to which she told us to follow her." "Makes sense," Gregory said. As they were escorted across the cold landscape pockets of snow and grass crunched beneath their feet. A small wooden shack surrounded by a wall of slowly melting ice blocks stood alone, an old man walked forth to greet them, and the Inuits guests were invited into the small hovel. "You are Catherine Svetlana Nerdinskaya. I have been expecting you," the old man began "You are here to learn of the Prophecy, mm?" The group of Mainlanders began to eye one another in bewilderment, had word got out that they were coming? "Y...Yes. How did you...?" "It does not take a wise man to seek wisdom. It only takes wisdom to understand wisdom when they find it," the elder interrupted, "My name is Ataneq Ikakuilit, father of the village." "I hate riddles..." one of the shadow guards said under his breath. "Please, sit," the elder continued, everyone lowering themselves to the floor, caribou hides the only thing for seating. "My people," be began again, "We have lived nomadic life styles for generations. Life for us is comfortable here, and that of which we cannot find on our lands we can find with your people from the Mainland. Your Government has been kind to us, and we would weep to see despotism rule these prosperous lands." "That is why we are here," Catherine replied, "We need your help." Ataneq began to laugh. "I cannot provide weapons or people to fight for you, Catherine. Only give you knowledge, wisdom of what I know. If you would hear it." "I would not refuse anything you could offer us." He began to nod, "Very well then. You have heard of Kiviuq?" "Yes," Catherine replied, "He is known as the eternal wanderer of the Inuit people." "Indeed he is," Ataneq continued, "It is said that upon his exodus across Baffin Island, he stopped to rest at Amadjuak where Tootega showed him a vision of a war between light and darkness. Between those who cherish life, and those who extinguish it. Between those who live for peace, and those who live for war. Aipaloovik and Nootaikok bless those who fight under the dark banner, and destroys a fleet of light and righteousness in what was thought to be tranquil waters. There soon after, those of darkness try to storm the plains of land. It fails." "The plains of land? Aipaloovik and Nootaikok?" Gregory inquired. "I believe he is referring to the mainland, as well as the Storm and Ice Gods of Inuit Mythology" Catherine replied. "Yes," Anateq said nodding, "But that is not the end of the prophecy. There is more..." "I am sorry to have interrupted..." Gregory said, lowering his head in submission to the elder. "The prophecy continues that, with the failure of the first attack, the second one comes only a few moons later. It, will not fail. Evil will sweep the land with the blessing of the Adlet, and, for a time, the lands will weep, the streams will flow red with blood." "So your saying if the prophecy is mentioning us, we'll loose," Catherine said with a slightly worried look on her face. "My dear girl, no peace lasts uninterrupted forever... The prophecy also states that friends of light, and enemies of darkness will rally to liberate the lands of A'akuluujjusi. Where freedom fell, it shall also rise again. Can you tell me where that shall be, Catherine?" "I cannot," she replied. The old man smiled and tilted his head, "Along the banks of the Kugaa river." This time, the elders statements burned into the minds of each and every one there. Whether the prophecy was real or not, the details being explained to them was sending shivers up and down their spines. Suddenly, however, the elder bowed his head, loosing his grin and a troubled look crossed his brow. He looked up at Catherine. "You and your people are not safe in our village anymore. I must ask you to leave..." Just as he uttered those words, a Shadow Guard burst into the small wooden cabin breathless. "Madam President!" he began, "Its the Socialists! They're coming right for us!" "What? How many?!" "Fourty to Sixty. They've a Tunguska with them." "All right, then. Get the others, we're leaving." The man nodded, but already realized what needed to be done... "Madam President, we can't leave by helicopter." "What?" Catherine said surprised, "Why not?" "Because, Madam President, the Tunguska is too close, they were designed specifically to shoot low flying aircraft down. We'll all be killed." "Take the snow caves," Ataneq said, "They will take you all the way to the southernmost part of the valley." "But they'll know we've been here," Catherine countered, "Your people may be killed." The man smiled. "Nothing is forever, dear girl. If we are to die, let us die with honor so that others may live on. Go while there is still time!" She slowly nodded, and instructed those around her to leave the Cabin, the elder followed behind. "Which way to the Snow caves?" one of the Shadow Guard asked. "That way, along the rocky ridge follow the flow of the stream for a few minutes until you reach a large lonely bush, the entrance is there." They nodded at one another, and quickly rushed across the village towards the nearby stream, but it was too late... The Tunguska rolled over the hill and spotted them, as did several infantrymen.Gunshots began to ring out through the valley, snaps and whizzes hit the ground around the Eleytherians. "Go! Go! Go!" they shouted, pushing Catherine back towards the village, which provided at least some cover from the reds' gunfire. The soldiers took positions behind and next to the old houses and shelters the Inuit used for their homes, as people fled the village to escape the oncoming wall of bullets. The few elite that accompanied the President sighted down their barrels, and squeezed the triggers, sending their deadly payloads down range into the faces, eyes and chests of their mortal enemies. But bullets would not destroy a tank... The Tunguska opened fire with its dual AA Cannons, sending high explosives rounds ripping through the village in a massive spray, pops, sizzles and cracks exploding all around the men, the concussions jerking them around, unable to steady their rifles. Throwing some to the ground. Columns of dirt and slush coned into the air from where bullets and cannon shells impacted the ground around them. Varuka Tornuaq, commander of the Presidential shadow guard, was present. He was the most skilled fighter in the entire Republic, perhaps even the world. Noticing that he, the President, and his comrades were in grave danger, he jumped to his feet and dashed across the village to the far side. The Tunguska spotted him and took pursuit, entering the village. He dropped to his knees and pulled the RPG off of his back and waited for it to come around the corner. It did... What happened next shocked the Socialists, as the mans RPG smashed into the hull of the vehicle, sending a fireball jetting into the sky. The reds began to circle the village, as Catherine was standing back with her arm still laying limp in its cast from her previous injury only a little over a week ago, she was unable to return fire at the Socialists. At least with a rifle, anyway... A man managed to sneak up behind her, throwing his arm around her throat, choking her. Gasping for air, she lifted her leg and shoved her foot into his groin, sending him reeling in pain. Quickly, she spun and grabbed his sidearm with her free hand, flipping the safety off before shooting the soldier dead with two shots the the chest. "I'm tired of you bastards shooting at me!" she screamed at the bloody corpse, turning to find Gregory, whom was firing back at oncoming soldiers charging their position, but it was already too late. The reds were in the village, and outnumbered the men greatly. The Shadow Guard resorted to beating the men to death, or stabbing them as they engaged in bitter hand to hand combat. Gregory still had his soldiering skills as well, dropping several of the reds dead in their tracks, smashing others in the face with the stock of his rifle. Finally, the village went quiet. Amazingly, a handful of Federal fighters managed to utterly decimate a Socialist scouting party. Just as they began to catch their breath, Varuka was walking around the side of a small wooden house when he heard a grunting, and faint garbled words on the other side. As he turned the corner to investigate, a socialist lying in a pool of blood was on the radio informing his commanders of their location. Varuka's eyes grew as he realized his folley, quickly drawing his sidearm and filled the survivor full of holes before rushing back to the rest of his men. "We've got to go, right now!" Varuka shouted breathless, as he continued to run towards them. "Why, what is wrong?" Gregory asked. "A sergeant was on the Radio, they know we are here, and I bet there will be a hell of a lot more than just sixty men with a Tunguska converging on our location this time..." They followed the instructions of the elder, and found the cave that would take them to the other side of the valley, as promised. One by one they descended into the dark cavern, turning to flashlights for a guiding light. ____________________________________________________________ July 10 of 20XX The Village An hour later... As predicted, the Socialists converged on the small village with haste, over 10,000 men now combed the area, searching for the Cobalt Eleytherian bastards. They had left their helicopter behind, a wise move considering that doing otherwise would have resulted in their deaths. A tunguska regiment was within the region to protect the advancing army from Federal air strikes. A colonel stepped forward, surveying the damage inside of the village, as well as all of the prisoners that were taken, including the village elders. He interrogated them, until he found one very interesting man by the name of Ataneq. "Who were the people you were giving refuge to and where have they gone. Speak!" The man remained silent. "if you don't start talking... We will begin shooting a villager every sixty seconds." Still, he remained silent. Pulling his handgun from his side, he took aim at a villager girl, and pulled the trigger. She let out a mild groan, and fell to her knees, holding her bleeding chest before falling face first into the melting snow -- dead. "I'll shoot another villager if you don't start talking!" The old man began to laugh, enraging the colonel whom grabbed him by the throat, bringing himself nose to nose with him. "What's so damn funny?" the Colonel growled deeply into his face. "It was the chief of your enemy," the elder said plainly. Suddenly, the colonel let him go, and slowly began to stand upright, his jaw hanging open at the statement... Catherine, President of Eleytheria-Duo, slipped right through his fingers. As he looked back down at the still laughing man, he grinded his teeth before quickly putting a bullet in the elders head. "FUCK!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing through the valley. "Kill them all!" he ordered his men, "Kill every last one of them! Men, woman and children! All of them!" The deed was done by the end of the day... ____________________________________________________________ July 10 of 20XX Off the coast of Baffin Whack-A-Russian As Andrey awaited the reply from the Russian fleet, which would never come, one of the crew members quickly called out to the Premier to update him; "Sir! The Russians are moving, battle formation." "Really, now?" Puzankov said with delight. "Ready our own fleet, I want every marine prepared for battle, prepare the landing craft for ramming them, I want every raft, zodiac and beach craft ready to storm the Russian fleet en-masse. We'll rush them and overwhelm them. A few hundred missiles should also keep them busy firing at something other than us. Tell the east wing of our fleet to advance ahead of the main group, we'll form a line around the east flank of the Russians and converge upon them from two directions; They'll either be forced to flee, or run themselves into the cliffs..." "Yes, sir. Relaying orders now." The socialist fleet began charging speedily towards the Russian navy, the east side moving as fast as they could push themselves. Missile launchers raised and pointed towards the skies, and guns were loaded and readied for combat. The two aircraft carriers were preparing aircraft to be immediately kicked off the deck for support when the battle finally began. It was time to bring war, to the Russians... The timing could not be worse for a head on engagement for either side, though. A freak storm was beginning to blow over, as Andrey looked into the sky to see flashes of lightning overhead, and over the Russian fleet. Fog was beginning to swiftly move across the ocean from the Baffin coast, and the cliffs were soon invisible to the naked eye as the gray wall came straight towards them. This would be one very messy conflict... |
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| Toussaint | Dec 6 2007, 09:05 PM Post #93 |
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SECRET MESSAGE TO ELEYTHERIAN GOVERNMENT Now that we are finished with our obligations in the Kriegsreich, we feel obliged now to aid our allies in their fight to remain free. Çerdoné can offer large-scale support to Eleytheria if it is desired. We wish to see Eleytheria stay free- if they lose their front on the war against tyranny, the ripples will be felt not just through Eleytheria, but through JAUST as well, and in turn, the world. We will not allow socialists to consume our allies. -Toussaint Chevalier, Premier Ministre de Çerdoné ------------------------------------------------------------- As soon as the message was sent, Çerdoné's military planners hit the drawing boards. A map of Eleytheria was laid out, and a council of generals were devising a strategy for fighting the socialists. The planning would continue to be all 'theoretical' until a reply from the Eleytherians was received, but it was generally agreed that nearly half a million Çerdon soldiers would be a sufficient task force to hold the Socialists at bay. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Dec 7 2007, 09:39 PM Post #94 |
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--- Encrypted Transmission --- To: La République de Çerdoné From: Federal Republic of Eleytheria-Duo Bonjour, noble ally. We have received your transmission, and we approve of you support. Be forewarned, however, that the Socialist presence in Baffin Island and the Spear Islands is extremely strong. We have been unable to gain a single ground victory in their strongholds, and they stand poised to launch an invasion into the Mainland. Also- Be advised that the Russians have informed us that the Socialist fleet is armed with Nuclear tipped cruise missiles. How many, we know not, but at least two warheads have been confirmed. Do nothing that would provoke the use of Atomic weapons. Good luck, and Godspeed. Signed, Kevin Lowas. Acting President of Eleytheria-Duo. ____________________________________________________________ July 11 of 20XX Kugaa River, JAUST Superstructure A second disappearance Posted Image The sun was rising, and Kevin was back to oversee the battle updates being reported by Generals across the country. As usual, the news was not good for the Islands, the Socialists were securing land there with hasty speed. Reviewing more paperwork, an aide walked to his side and whispered into his ear; "Sir, Catherine is late to report in. They should be back by now." Lowas sighed. He knew something went wrong, nothing goes right anymore, Eleytheria-Duo is the land of breakdowns... Stomping over to the phone, he ordered rescue searches to begin scanning for the lost team. "Dammit, Catherine," he said to himself, "Don't get yourself killed out there..." |
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| Toussaint | Dec 8 2007, 08:32 PM Post #95 |
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Almost instantly, Çerdoné and Harkeburg would jointly be thrown into the war against Andrey Puzankov, the great evil that had attacked Eleytheria. 600,000 Çerdons and an unannounced number of Harkes were already getting ready to go to war. Their enemy lay across the sea, but was a mutual ally of both Scandinavian Union member states. In a highly regarded conference, leaders from both Harkeburg and Çerdoné agreed to fight the reds. The massive force was one to dwarf the one that had been sent off to the Kriegsreich several months before. Now jumping into its second large scale war in two years, Çerdonés troops were well greased and prepared for the fight ahead of them. It was generally agreed that the operation would be handled by the Cerdons, as the largest force in the operation. The communists would outnumber the Çerdons alone ten to one; however estimates landed each Çerdon troop to be at least six times as effective as a Socialist Eleytherian. The general attitude of the soldier going off to the front was one of superiority. The damn reds wont be able to stop us, many soldiers said. The liberation of Eleytheria-Duo would soon commence, and ScU troops would be at the forefront of the charge. Çerdon generals planned a landing in the west of Eleytheria, arriving on the continent in the frozen western continent. The massive transportation of soldiers to Paulatuk would soon take place, maneuvering over the Arctic to get to its destination. OOC: First off, sorry for the briefness of this post. I was sort of limited. SUMMARY: The ScU has announced liberation of Eleytheira from Communists. Çerdoné pledges roughly 600,000 soldiers to the fight, with armored and air assets included. |
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| NRE | Dec 9 2007, 03:25 PM Post #96 |
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July 10 of 20XX Off the coast of Baffin Say hello to my Russian Friend The Socialist fleet was being to surround the Russians like the pack of wolves they were. The aircraft carriers had been giving the head start that they needed and were near the rear of the socialist forces. Neither side had fired, the reds were waiting on the Russians to fire, no doubt giving them the legitimacy in the future as to why the fired shots themselves. Even with no shots fired the Russian were already feeling the squeeze as they were being quickly surrounded by Socialist forces. "Sir, Socialist have almost completely surrounded the fleet!" said the Admirals radar officer. "Keep us steady helm" said the Admiral, "An tell all battle stations to hold until my Command, relay that to all Captains as well!" The Russians simply stayed on their course, heading straight into the belly of the beast, Socialist ships closing in on them, some ships getting so close that crew members could spit on one another. Then in a surprising move by the Russians, white flags went up signifying they're retreat. No doubt this was certainly an interesting turn of events to the Socialists who were readying themselves for battle. The seas were getting a bit rough as the two fleets began to intertwine together, Russian ships soon found themselves with a Socialist ship on either side of them. They crept through the lines, keeping in their course for the Atlantic. The Admirals ships finally came within sight of Andrey's and the Admiral step out from the bridge onto a side balcony. Wearing a radio head set, an channel was open to Andrey's ship, requesting that the two men meet face to face. Andrey humored the Admiral and stepped out on his own balcony, wearing a headset of his own. The Admiral looked around, noticing the bad weather coming towards them. He wounder for a minute if this was a message from God. He clutched his orthodox cross he wore on the same chain as his dog tags. "Are you telling me to leave God?" he thought to himself "or is this your blessing to defeat my enemy?" By now really there was no going back and the Admiral clicked on his headset:
With that the Admiral gave Andrey a salute. His words perhaps bold, but true and no matter how the world viewed Andrey, he was still a man and as a man he could not help but find some honor in his enemy for speaking what truthfully to him. Thus Andrey Saluted back and the two men stood there for what seemed like a freeze-frame moment in time. Even the wind which had been picking up in recent moments stood still for that brief, yet everlasting second as the two men stood, as close to a face-to-face meeting as they would ever get. Then, without warning a Russian soldier cut the rope that held the white flag in place. The wind, once again blowing (if it had ever stop in reality) picked it off it's flag pole. The Socialist, including Andrey still caught up in the moment watched as it floated away on the wind. Then, as if in slow motion Andrey returned his attend to the Admiral, only to watch the admiral take his arm and hand from the salute position to that of an ancient General giving the charge command to his troops. Thunder then began to erupt as the might cannons of the Russian warship fired in either direction at the enemy fleet. The aircraft carriers who were almost out of harms way launched Russian Mikoyan XR-3 fighters into the air. Though the storm was not yet upon them, the calm had already been broken. _______________________________________________ July9 of 20XX Resolute Straits The enemy among us, Part I Captain Kirilenko had been giving word that a lager socialist fleet would soon be in range of the rest of the Russian fleet but was ordered to stay at his position. This order many came due to the Captain's new found plan to deal with his Socialist enemy. "An you are positive they'll get there without a problem?" asked the Captain "Yes, they'll have the cover of darkness to keep them out of any visual contact. They'll be two small to be accurately picked up on radar, and won't make much of a noise for sonar. Once on board, it will be easy for the two men to sneak to the missile room to dismantle the warheads." "Well it's the best damn plan I've gotten thus far, I can't really say we've got any other option. I want the best scuba divers we've got on staff and I want them ready yesterday" "Aye Captain" Simon Yermilov and Mikhail Zhdanov were soon after pulled from there stations and informed of the plan. Both were Junior Lieutenants and though certainly both skilled scuba divers, Mikhail was especially important for his training in nuclear missiles. They were gear up as fast as was humanly possible and told that they were have to act as cautiously as possible. Darkness had now set in at the Resolute Straits and they would soon be setting off. The Captain greeted the two men before they were thrown overboard. "Gentlemen" he said "know that today you will be going a great service to your Empire and though you may not come back you'll be honored at the naval academy as hero's." With that they two men dove off the back end of the ship, the engines had been cut off, and began their long swim to the enemy ship. |
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| Menhad | Dec 10 2007, 09:38 PM Post #97 |
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July 12 of 20XX Edinburgh, Menhad The Beast Awakes Menhadien troops in Eleytheria-Duo had been too few to do any good, and because the support of the ScU, the Three Families decided that it was a good idea to add more Menhadien troops to the fight. Besides they didn't want to ScU to steal all the glory. It was decided, 700,000 more Menhadien infantry would enter the battle followed with the support of 8,000 fighters, 11,000 heavy tanks and 30,000 artillery pieces. A show of Menhadien strengh was displayed as the army went off to war, and the Three Families chuckled. The Menhadien 3rd fleet was sent toward Eleytheria-Duo to escort the troop carriers. The fleet contained two Aircraft Carriers, The Wallace and The Hussar, five Superbattle ships, 16 destroyers, and 20 Cruisers. With the fleet traveled 12 Uv-139s and seven Uv-239 (Subs) "We make war that we may live in peace." Aristotle July 12 of 20XX Nanisivik "But I am sick and tried of this hard fighting." The troops already in Eleytheria-Duo had been fighting hard, they had foughten in the fall of Kivitoo, but the tough men held discipline, not complained or questioned, but now the breaking point was near and three star General, Anderson needed help. His troops had foughten in so many small skirmishes here and there at nameless villages and now they would be able to seek relief. Delpolyed to Kugaaruk too "Protect the city" even though it was far from the fighting. The warm city allowed the men to heal, far from the foxholes and motars. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Dec 12 2007, 05:15 AM Post #98 |
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July 11 of 20XX The Spear of Eleytheria Company alone Catherine, Gregory, Varuka and the others emerged on the other side of the cavern, the view was beautiful. A stream of cold glacier water flowed through the valley in which they now stood within, low rolling hills dominated the valley floor, whilst being surrounded by snow-capped mountains. As they walked across the sloped alluvial mounds, the sound of the gunshots replayed in Catherine's mine over, and over, and over and over again. She felt responsible for the death of the village, she didn't have to witness the event to know the loud pops heard echoing from the caves was the mass culling of the tribe... Gathering as much cold, fresh water to drink as they could from the nearby streams, they moved on to find cover, as there was not a single tree in sight. Only small shrubs, and dull brownish green grass typical of the extreme north. It wasn't until they reached the coast, some four hours later, that the first sight of any human activity was spotted -- but it was not Native, and it sure as hell wasn't Federal. "What the hell is that?" a Shadow Guard asked, covering his eyes in the glare of the sunlight, looking across the channel towards another island. "That," Gregory began, "Is an entire battalion of Soviet Era M1910-34 long range heavy artillery." "A battalion?!" Catherine exclaimed, "How did they set up such a large facility so quickly without us noticing?" "I don't know," Varuka replied, "But that site will need to be destroyed." "Back in Russia during the Chechen wars, we used to lay massive artillery fire down just before a ground invasion," Gregory said with a queasy look on his face. "They're preparing to invade the Mainland..." ____________________________________________________________ July 11 of 20XX Off the coast of Baffin A Sea of Blood Realizing his folly, Andrey scrambled back into the bridge where his crew were in disbelief, quickly flipping switches, running across the room and preparing to battle the Russians. "Turn us around!" Andrey shouted, "We ram the commanders ship! Inform all captains to engage at will!" "Sir!" his men all replied in harmony with one another. The ship began to quickly turn, instruments beeped, screeched and blared with warnings, and alerts as tens of thousands of shells and bullets went flying. As the enemy command ship came into view, the scene of billowing smoke, and streaks of yellow was all that could be seen from the horizon. Their own vessel, the Marx, was rocking and vibrating violently as smaller shells exploded and rumbled against its hull. "Grab a radar lock on that ship and fire a barrage of missiles, forward-most first, I don't want our arsenal to self-detonate when we crash into the bastard." "Yes, Sir!" As the order was given, over a dozen missiles flew into the sky from the front of the ship, the smoke that billowed forth was too thick to see through, but Radar confirmed they were still headed straight for the enemy vessel. The smoke cleared, and the enemy ship came into view. "Shit..." Andrey uttered in a low voice, realizing their target was aiming one of its massive cannons straight at them. There was a bright flash, then pandemonium... Flames exploded from under the bridge and debris showered the deck, windows and glass shattered instantly and those standing in the bridge were thrown against the ceilings before being brought back to the floor by gravity. "What's ... our status...?" The Premier grunted in a slurred speech, pulling himself from the floor. A deck hand rushed to examine the controls. "We're good, Sir. But we've taken catastrophic damage to the lower decks right under us, and we've lost power to our primary weapons." "Can our turrets, individual of the ships, fire?" Andrey inquired. "Yes, comrade. Our Grad Turrets are still functional." "Order them to bombard the hell out of that ship, all 128 rockets." "Already underway, Comrade Premier." The storm that had been slowly creeping towards the fleet was now overhead, a sprinkle turned into a downpour, and visibility was dropping rapidly. Any ships with severe hull damage would undoubtedly sink in these conditions. Andrey knew it, and wanted to inflict as many casualties to the Russians as possible. Meanwhile, as the turrets on the Marx were taking aim at the Russian command ship, Socialist boarding parties were fighting with varying degrees of success, some fighting in hand to hand and mowing down enemy crews on their decks, others being blown clear out of the water before even coming close. Andrey nodded as he watched the large missile turrets on his Kirov command ship take aim at the enemy vessel in front of him. To his shock, a large lightning bolt struck the tower of the Russian vessel in front of him, sending a massive shower of sparks flying into the ocean. Soon afterwards, a series of loud "whooshes" rocketed forth towards the ship flying Russian colors as dozens of armor piercing rockets peppered the enemy flagship. "Prepare the boarding parties!" shouted Andrey, his crewmen further passing the message on to those below deck, "Brace for Impact!!" he further added... ____________________________________________________________ July 11 of 20XX Baffin Island, North-west of Pangnirtung Vsevolod's Revenge As promised, Vsevolod was prepared for Retinrr's return. These two warriors despised one another. This was made very clear during their first encounter, and only strengthened by a lengthly stay at the hospital. Surveying the terrain, he was satisfied with his choice. A challenge had been sent to Retinrr only recently, and he knew that the Konosk Colonel would reply, but he knew not if they would come in force. So he brought a contingency plan with him; 100,000 men armed with AK-47's, RPG's and Knee mortars. Standing atop the hill, awaiting for the mans appearance in one on one hand to hand combat, he leaned over to his Lieutenant and whispered; "If I should fall, see to it that not a one of these bastards survive..." His aide only nodded with a grin. |
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| Toussaint | Dec 12 2007, 10:34 PM Post #99 |
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The Çerdon-Harke coalition troops stationed Paulatuk were preparing to head out. After an expeditionary force had been safely landed in Eleytheria, there was no longer a reason for them to stay so far from the fighting. Once everyone had arrived in Paulatuk and got an appropriate rest, they were getting ready to move their position to one that would have a direct impact on the tides of the war. The Socialists had already taken over Eleytherian Islands- Çerdon commanders were certain that the war would soon find itself on the Eleytherian mainland. The people of Paulatuk were generally cooperative to Çerdon soldiers. The mainly Inuit population had no major objections to their presence, and were in fact quite delightful. They were generally seen as foreign and strange, but they could tell that the Inuits still held respect for them and the cause they fought for. It was a productive experience for many of the Çerdon soldiers to help Inuit people when possible through community service projects, and made a very personal connection with the locals. Taloyok would now be the new destination for the ScU expeditionary force. Taloyok was considered the best place to defend against Socialist invasion of the mainland. While transportation by rail was preferable, there were no railways running from Paulatuk, due to the frozen landscape. Transportation to Taloyok would have to commence through the roadways. After a few days, the troops would be there, ready to defend the homeland of Eleytherian peoples. |
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| NRE | Dec 15 2007, 12:02 PM Post #100 |
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July 11 of 20XX Off the coast of Baffin Russians, to arms! The missiles came upon the Russian flagship like the fury of God himself. The force of their impact only added to the violent rocking of the ship. The storm was picking up strength, tossing some of the smaller ships around as if like children playing hot potato. The lightning strike had sent a power surge through the ships power relays, several had been fused together, leaving 5 or 6 decks without main power. Emergency lights were all they had to give light to some of the more dark areas of the command ship. "Status report" said the Admiral who had braced himself for the missile impact and was now picking himself off the floor. Emergency crews were on the main bridge, several panels were set a blaze by the damage of the missiles and the lightning strike. A crewmen rushed to the in-ship communication switchboard. He took the headset off the dead crewman assigned to the post and listening in to the damage and casualty reports. "Major damage to decks 3 through 5, engines are beginning to overheat, stern main cannons have been severely damaged, and we've have a total count of about 70 crewmen dead, with another 20 injured." "Sir" said a crewman by the radar "Enemy flagship is making a turn, they're within range to ram us sir" "Tell engineering I need everything those engines can give us" said the Admiral "And order all hands to brace for impact!" It was mere seconds after the order went out ship wide that the two flagships met together. The Marx's bow met with the Moscow's stern and a horrify stretch echoed throughout the watery battlefield as the two metal hulls were met together. The two ships rocked and vibrated frantically as the friction created by the two ships almost neutralized and claimed the seas around them. Fail safes in the Moscow's engines were activated and her power was cut. Gashes were put in both ships though at the moment, while still together each enemy ship provided a nice plug for the other. "Arm every man on this ship and prepare to be boarded" said the Admiral as he took the safety off his own side arm. "Captain Stasov you have the bridge, Derzhavin and Kopelev you're with me" The Admiral then left the bridge with two crewmen and walked down the battered corridor to his small meeting hall just off the bridge for senior officers. Pulling off the seat portion of a bench against the wall the Admiral revealed a small cache of sniper riffles. He armed himself and both men and then they turn to three porthole windows, busted the glass out and then took aim at the stern of the ship. "Kill as many as you can men, that's all I asked" said the Admiral as he took aim a the socialist coming on board. Back on the deck, Captain Stasov took in the fleet wide report. Already socialists had inflicted heavy damage 3 battle cruisers, 4 frigates, and 2 submarines. Minor damage was reported on the aircraft carriers were at the moment weren't being pursued and would be out of enemy range soon. However, 4 destroyers were now unaccounted for, sunk no doubt with all hands lost. Across the seascape of the battle, was a barrage of bullets, rockets and rain. The storm was almost at full strength now and the battle made it no better to survive through. Smoke poured into the sky from ships on both sides, explosions only added to the violent nature of the water around them. Below was no different as submarines from both sides of the battle waged their own war again one another. One notable submarine was the RFS Boyar who had taken heavy damage from enemy fire and was now being pursued without rest from the socialist dogs. Captain Yuriy Boukreev was now running out of options, most of his bridge crew was dead, several others on other decks and he was taking on water badly. His remaining crewmen yelled out requesting orders but they heard only as gargles. However, finally the Captain realized the moment he now was living in and made perhaps one of the boldest moves to date of the battle. "Prepare to surface!" said the Captain, his helmsmen now confused. "But sir we'll be exposed!" cried the helmsmen "Take us up! straight up!" yelled the Captain. The crewman obeyed orders and began to take the sub up, it's socialist followers matching course. The sub was a on a routine course to emerge on the surface, the Captain without cause rose from his seat and rushed over to the helm. "NO, I said straight up!" he cried as he grabbed the helm and pulled it straight back. The sub then began to straight up, the socialist followers became confused, believing the sub to be suicidal and broke off the pursuit. The sub itself began to feel the tremendous strain this direct route to the surface was forcing on it. The inside began to shack violently, pipes all over the ship began to burst under the pressure yet still the Captain commanded that they stay on course. Many of the crew having to hold on for dear life as the sub was tipped straight up. Finally, like a whale surfacing from the ocean the submarine appeared. It's long body continuing to climb higher and higher until it was almost completely out of the water. It's long dark shadow was casted over a nearby socialist ship, from one side to the other. Finally gravity took hold of the submarines and she began to come down, the socialist now realizing they they themselves were now in the way. The sound and the force of the crash was like nothing few had ever seen. The submarine ripped through the ship, and it returned the favor in kind. Miraculously however, neither ship detonated and instead began a hybrid of one another. The dead were growing on both sides now as the battle continued to rage on. The socialist due to sheer numbers were beginning to overwhelm the Russia fleet. Yet with what they perceived as their superior training at their side the Russians had faith they would make it out alive. _______________________________________________ July10 of 20XX Resolute Straits The enemy among us, Part II Sunlight was beginning to pour into the Resolute Straits, though few would have noticed given the thick flog that had filled the area, a gift from the storm that raged further south. After a night's swim and a stiff trek up the side of the enemy ship, the Russian agents were now on board. They had as of late, made no contact with any enemy agents. Now, buy way of the ventilation system of the ship they hoped to make it to the missiles with the same uninterrupted ease. |
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