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| Konosha | Dec 15 2007, 09:13 PM Post #101 |
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July 11 of 20XX Over Pangnirtung Calm before the Storm Retinnr sat in the crew bay of the Pelican, alone, flying over the now deserted town of Pangnirtung. His eye's rested upon the small town, and his mind left his body. He saw an entanglement of two thread's, almost fighting each other, each one tugging at the other until one fell, and the other lay limp. It was he and Vsevolod he concluded, one would die and the other would die, mentally. "Uh, Colonel?" A voice inquired. "We're coming up on Vsevolod." Retinnr rubbed his war-torn face, his rough skin more Kevlar then flesh, and looked up. "Alright." He simply said, standing up and opening the cockpit door. The pilot looked back, acknowloging Retinnr's presence, and looked back to his controls. "Sir, I wanted to ask you something before you fight Vsevolod." "Yeah, what is it?" "Well, I read the letter, saw what Vsevolod said." The pilot said uneasily. "And I remember him saying that he wasnt going to be alone, well we picked up something on the TTD." Retinnr craned his head forward, looking at the small box that was like a Radar detection system for body heat. It showed a high amount of body heat radiating behind a small hill, right behind where Vsevolod would be standing. "As you can see, Vsevolod brought an Army to back him up, hes not fighting fair." The pilot said. "Maybe we should call this off." "What?!" Retinnr said, unbelieving of what he just heard. "Im not going to back down, Vsevolod is here to fight me, not here so one of his snipers can put a bullet into my skull." "Sir..." The Pilot continued. "What should we do then? Those soldier's will undoubtedly come swarming over that hill either of you drops. At least let us stay in earshot distance." "You will. Thats what Im counting on you for." "Sir?" "Indeed, the moment I kill that sonofabitch, your going to be right there picking me up and hauling ass." Retinnr bluntly said. "You register me?" "Yes, sir." "Good, now set us down." The pilot complied, flying the Pelican right onto the coordinates where him and Vsevolod had agreed on meeting. Retinnr, shaking the pilots hand, stepped out of the Pelican and walked to the front of it, waving to the pilot with a grin. The jets of the Pelican veered upward and took off, leaving Retinnr, and up until this moment the ignored, Vsevolod alone. July 11 of 20XX Baffin Island, North-west of Pangnirtung Deal With The Devil "You mutilated my soldiers you sick pig." Retinnr began "You dishonored mine." Vsevolod replied. "Cutting their heads off and putting them into bag's is hardly civilized." "Fuck you." Retinnr spat. "Your weak Retinnr, I'll do the same thing to your country that I'll do to you, here." Vsevolod continued. "And I'll make sure that your woman join's your corpse when my soldier's are done having their way with her." "I'll remember to send your whore of a mom a picture of your body when I kill you." "Enough." Vsevolod said, drawing his knife. "It's time to die, Socialist." Retinnr said, grabbing the hilt of his blade and unsheathing it. Both stood still, now completely silent. Not even the wind could be heard howling around them, as it did a few moments before. Their eyes locked, and they began to circle each other like two lion's about to engage in a death battle. The only difference was that this battle would be much more fierce then a battle between lion's, this was a battle between warrior's fighting for nothing more than hate of the other. Their eye's showed the fire of unaccountable hate, Konoshian versus Eleytherian, warrior versus warrior, race versus race, truly this fight would be one of unimaginable ferocity. The circle soon became a spiral, as ten feet became five feet, and five feet to three. Vsevolod was first to act, quickly hopping forward and thrusting his knife towards Retinnr. Retinnr in turn pivoted his feet, grabbing Vsevolod's outstretched arm, and sending his fist directly into Vsevolod's lower jaw, effectively parrying Vsevolod's thrust. Vsevolod, surprised by the counter, stepped back slightly feeling his jaw to analyze the damage. Vsevolod had bitten his tongue when Retinnr punched him, and that bite had gone deep into his tongue causing it to bleed inside of his mouth profusely. Vsevolod spat the blood out, and made another attempt to thrust his knife into Retinnr. This time, the knife found its mark, as Retinnr quickly tried to parry the thrust, his hand was cut vertically down his palm. Seeing his chance, Vsevolod continued to assault Retinnr with a series of thrust's and slashes, with Retinnr only being able to parry each attack by dodging or blocking. Retinnr knew that being on the defensive for too long would spell death for him, and he quickly jumped back out of the reach of Vsevolod to reconcile his position in the fight. Vsevolod, not wanting to loose the momentum he had already gained, charged Retinnr once more, however the distance between them was far too great and Retinnr easily anticipated the attack. Retinnr quickly side-stepped Vsevolod's continued attack, and thrusted his knife at Vsevolod in a upward motion to try and sever his Juglar vein. Vsevolod, however, stepped away before Retinnr could finish his attack. Retinnr saw Vsevolod's parry, and in turn brought his knife down upon Vsevolod's left shoulder in a ice pick stab. Vsevolod let out a yelp of pain, but quickly recovered by driving his 10' inch combat knife directly into Retinnr's upper right leg, right where his Fibular Artery was. Retinnr let go of his knife, which was firmly planted in Vsevolod's clavical, limped backwards, making Vsevolod let go of his knife. For the split second that the two were 'disarmed', their eyes locked for the last time. Both reached for their opponents knives which were conveniently affixed on their bodies. Vsevolod violently tugged at Retinnr's knife, which was stuck in his left clavical, and couldn't remove it from his shoulder. Retinnr on the other hand found no trouble in removing Vsevolod's knife from his upper leg and drawing it to finish Vsevolod. Retinnr brought Vsevolod's knife up, and in a incredible slashing motion brought it down at Vsevolod. Vsevolod, seeing he had no hopes of retrieving Retinnr's knife from his shoulder, brought his arm up in a fruitless effort to stop Retinnr from carrying out his attack. But Retinnr would not be stopped, not this time, and cut through the top four finger's of Vsevolod's right hand. But the blade had hardly been hindered and continued, deeply cutting through the middle of Vsevolod's neck, the lethal blow. Vsevolod stumbled backward's as blood shot out from his neck, his now stubbed right hand feeling at what had just happened. Vsevolod gasped for blood in a horrific and vein attempt to get air into his lungs, instead his throat only filled with blood as he soon realized what his fate would be. Vsevolod, for the last time, looked at Retinnr and with his last breathe, gurgled one last sentence. "I'll... see you...on...the oth-... otherside...hellllllll..." Finishing his sentence, Vsevolod's eye's rolled into the back of his head, and fell to the ground, dead. Retinnr looked at his body, filled with a sence of pride and redemtion, and then looked at the knife that had slain his enemy. This blade of his enemy, was now his. Retinnr looked into the sky, clentching the knife tightly, and breathed a large sigh of relief as the pain from his leg, made him fall backward's as the blood poured from his exposed artery. As Retinnr's vision began to go black, he heard the voice of the Pelican pilot, frantically racing toward's Retinnr before the Socialist's could. July 12 of 20XX KSH Bravica, Konoshian Hospital Ship Lucky Retinnr awoke, to his own surprise, bandaged severely around his upper right leg and other extremities. He blinked his eye's for a few moment's, the bright blue glow from the neon lights at the top of the room glarring into his blurry vision made things no easier for him. But his vision recovered, slowly, but it still recovered within five minutes. He looked around the room, it was very clean, tidy, and very, very white. It was a private room, as he soon noticed, and realized that he was all alone. The door slid open, mechanically, and a female nurse holding a trey of food walked on in, completely ignoring Retinnr, and setting the trey down on a small table next to him. Retinnr fixed his gaze on her, as if his bearing eye's would catch her attention, and spoke. "Where am I?" Retinnr's voice startled the nurse, who nearly dropped a glass of water she was setting down next to the food trey. "Oh-Oh my." The nurse sputtered. "Why, your onboard the Bravica, a Hospital ship." "Where, my dear." Retinnr said, rephrasing his wording. "Where, geographically." The nurses eye's lit up, and she smiled, embarassed. "We're right off the coast from Tavani, sir." She said, going over to the window and opening the curtains. "I'm sorry, I should get the doctor, you've been out for nearly a day." Retinnr nodded. The nurse bowed and proceeded to leave the room. "Can you tell me what happened to the Pelican pilot?" Retinnr said, right before the nurse got to the door. She turned her head, and with uncertainty, answered. "I don't know. When the Pelican landed, we we're to busy trying to save you then wonder who the pilot was." She added. "Him and his crew took off shortly after, the air traffic controller said they we're flying up towards Baker Lake, lordly knows what they are doing up there." "Alright." Retinnr said. "You can leave." |
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| Deleted User | Dec 16 2007, 10:56 PM Post #102 |
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Sarkonya is against the socialist invasion of Eleytheria. We demand that this action cease at once. |
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| Menhad | Dec 17 2007, 09:42 PM Post #103 |
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OOC: How very noble... |
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| Toussaint | Dec 17 2007, 10:52 PM Post #104 |
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OOC: Well, with his 6 mill. pop, what else is there to do? |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Dec 19 2007, 09:16 PM Post #105 |
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OOC: Meet Andrey A. Puzankov. :P IC: "Sarkonya is a puny nation of Capitalist dogs and miscreants. If a single Sarkonyan soldier sets foot on what is now SOCIALIST soil, we will respond by putting a thousand bombs on your own." - Statement from the Socialist Premier, Andrey Puzankov. ____________________________________________________________ July 11 of 20XX Resolute Straits A daft socialist spills the beans Timyev Rodynski stood in the hall of the RSV Soyuz, a full bowl of soup in hand eating his chow, which was a feast compared to what the foot soldiers on the mainland were stuffing their faces with. The Russian boarding crew managed to slip into the vent shafts undetected, as no sensors existed in the now aging vessel. The Soyuz was a Sovremenny class destroyer, quite advanced for even today if properly maintained and updated. The Soyuz, however, was not well maintained due to a lack of funds. Crawling through the horridly cramped crawl spaces, the Russian special forces came across a grated vent that dropped down into the main hallways of the vessel. They were where they needed to be. Unfortunately, the air shafts did not take them all the way to weapons storage, which had an entirely isolated thermal control unit that did not connect with the rest of the ship. More unfortunate still, it was quite a hell of a walk to get there. Slowly dropping out of the air shafts, they moved stealthily about the halls, as they approached closer and closer to their intended targets, they came across a lonely man eating his soup. At first, their reaction was to draw their gun and fire, but suddenly they realized their cover wasn't blown at all, why blow it now? "Ah! Its about time you guys got done repairing the hull. You guys should try some of this soup," the socialist man said, still standing there stuffing his face, steam rising from the dish he was holding. "I think I will," replied the leader of the Russian team. "Well, what the hell are you guys waiting for? Get the hell outta here and catch yourself some chow." the daft socialist replied, waving his hand to move down the hall behind him. To the amusement of the Special forces, a sign on the wall, right behind where the Socialist was standing read "Mess Hall L3B. Bunk Quarters L3C. Weapons Storage L3D. The Russians didn't refuse, this man just made their lives a whole lot easier... ____________________________________________________________ July 11 of 20XX The Spear of Eleytheria A grim sight Varuka stood motionless upon the hillside, looking across the channel to the Northwest, a large group of landing craft were being assembled, no doubt to assault the mainland. He bowed his head and sighed. "We are loosing this war," he uttered to a fellow shadow guard standing next to him, "If we cannot turn the tides, and soon, our once proud country will be no longer ours. What is to happen to our friends? Our families? Our children? "I don't want to think about it, Sir," the man replied, "I just want to win this thing so we don't have to find out." Varuka nodded, "Yes. Yes we must win this, but I just don't know if we can anymore... Come on, we should signal the others to keep moving." ____________________________________________________________ July 11 of 20XX Off the coast of Baffin Island Neptune's Locker The Socialist Marines rushed the Russian flagship, AK-47 in hand, the Russians were waiting, and soon a full scale gun battle erupted on the decks of the two severely damaged ships. Andrey merely smiled as his elite Red guard began to storm the decks of the enemy vessel. Things were going well enough for the Socialists, but this storm was growing increasingly violent. The Russians were firing at the Socialist weapons systems, turrets and missile pods, as if trying to cook off their ammunition, which, to a degree, was working and leaving gaping holes in the upper hull, but above the waterline. The Socialists, on the other hand, were aiming towards the lower hulls of the enemy ships, allowing massive flooding to occur, even if the Russians' weapons were still functional, they'd inevitably sink if enough damage was inflicted. Ultimately, the rough seas was ebbing away at the damage on the Russian fleet faster than it was the Socialists, but that was no comfort to the Socialist captains, which were still loosing vessels left and right. As Andrey was marinating in what seemed to be his imminent victory, out of the corner of his eye he caught a series of bright flashes. Turning to face the event, he observed the sister ship of the Marx, known as the Trotsky, billowing smoke off in the distance. His jaw soon dropped as a massive fireball shot into the air, and the very hull of the Trotsky broke in half, slowly gliding into the sea... "Dammit!" he screamed, "I want this enemy flagship taken and our colors flying over its mast! We must demoralize the enemy, perhaps then they will fight like the old women they are!" "Yes, Comrade Premier!" his men shouted in reply. |
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| NRE | Dec 26 2007, 11:07 PM Post #106 |
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July 11 of 20XX Off the coast of Baffin Island Heaven hath no fury The battle between the Russians and the socialist off the coast of Baffin Island perhaps looking back many years from now would be one of the most profound for those who would survive. Though at the time neither knew who would be the victor, each in their own mind believe in themselves and this determination alone would have fueled the battle for years on end. However, unlike the human determination the tools of war rush and fade. The barrels soon lose their shine, the hulls lose their bouncy and the bullets lose their sting. Time was the enemy of this most glorious battle and it was something that was running out with great speed. The socialist had the upper hand in the battle as they flooded the deck on the Russian flagship. The Admiral with his two best sharpshooters did what they could to weed out the enemy as they hurried on deck, but left many to the riffles of the men below. All around the seascape of the battle field, Russian flags were sinking. More and more ships were being overwhelmed by the Socialists as they surrounded the enemy like a ring of fire. The storm that had blanketed the area was picking up fury now with each passing minute, aiding and offending both sides equally as it made neither the Russian job nor that of the Socialists any easier. Conditions had turn so bad that the aircraft carriers refused to launch air support, fearing they would lose far more planes than to do any real good. Lightning continued to strike the tips of ships without discrimination, brightening the sky with the sparks they flew. With the seas becoming more rough, the water began to crash over the sides of each ship, sending gallons on water over the decks. On the flagship this aided the Russians as Socialist invaders were washed away again and again as the water came crashing over. Still, many Russians were also lost to sea as her angry grew. However, as luck would have it after hours in engineering the chief engineer finally got the engines of the flagship operating again. With a great roar the ship began to slowly move, pulling itself away from it's counterpart. The Admiral, noticing their movement rushed to the bridge which had taken heavy damage under the continuous fight. "Status report" he bellowed as he took to his command chair. "We're working off of 20% power from the engines sir" "Well keep her steady helm we made just make it out alive!" The scene was grim as the Russian flagship began to limp it's way in an attempt to escape. Several Socialist ships began to converge on it like hawks to their prey. What defense system that were left were let loose with no discretion what so ever. They were going to make it, they had to make....... It would appear to generations long after that God, which ever God that had command over the seas of that foreign land had other plans for the Russians. That God, with their might hand stuck down on a near by icy cliff, sending a chunk of ice into the sea. The now iceberg with it's enormous size sent ripples through the sea. Time froze as the mighty wave rose from the depth of it's water sea floor. Higher and higher she rose until at last her true form, the monster of the sea was realized. The Admiral merely sat there, his trusted cross in his hand, an did nothing but prayed. He prayed to his God in thanks for the blessing he received in life, for the courage of the men and woman of whom he felt honored to serve with, and for the beautiful family he knew he would see again soon. Amazed at the sight before them the Socialist simply watched as one by one each Russian ship seemed to simply disappeared into the black curtain that fell over them. Knowing surely they'd be next each Socialist ship braced for the worst and hoped for the best. Only the survivors would tale the tale of this battle for the future generations to understand and know. An it would be the survivors who would determine the victor for history's pages. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Dec 27 2007, 12:24 AM Post #107 |
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July 11 of 20XX Off the coast of Baffin Island, RSV Marx The Dawn of Destruction Slowly the Russian Flagship faded off into the thick haze that covered the entire Baffin Bay. A massive wall of water could be seen through the flashes of fury and lightning that streaked across the sky. "Everybody inside!" a sailor screamed, sending the crew scrambling for cover as the wall of water came their way. The massive shock of being slammed by the rogue wave sent the entire RSV Marx almost 90 degree tilt on its side, the men screamed and moaned as their feet dangled over the rails towards the frigid and violent waters below. Slowly, the Marx uprighted herself, but only just. Other vessels were not so lucky, being completely capsized by the violent wave that threw ships around like toys. Andrey, whom was thrown against the walls and floors, staggered back to his feet, now soaked with salt water. He rushed out of the bridge unto the severely damaged deck, rain battering the men as they prepared to abandon ship... "Jesus Christ, what the hell was that?!" Andrey asked his Lieutenant. "Rogue wave, Sir!" "What's our status?" "Severely damaged. 70% of our fleet is utterly gone, the Russians took equally as heavy damage, we need to abandon ship." "Abandon ship? What of our command codes? Our missiles?" "Sir! The Marx is lost! We need to relocate to a more seaworthy vessel and immediately, or we'll have plenty of time to think of our errors in hell if we delay!" "All right," Andrey replied convinced, "Get the men off the ship, go move it!" he screamed impatiently. Pointing at one of his engineers, he spoke up "Come with me!" The two rushed to a nearby missile pod that was bent and slightly disfigured. Andrey wiped the metal with his hands to clear the charred soot from a bolted latch, and began to beat the corners with the butt stock of his rifle. "Help me!" he shouted to the Engineer beside him. The two men began bashing away at the panel until it began to flop loosely. The two reached in the crevice and jerked violently to rip the bolts from their sockets, the panel was finally off. Underneath was a manual control keypad for a long and sleek missile, the engineer looked up at Andrey with a startled look. "What are we doing, Comrade?" the Engineer asked. "This is this ships most prized weapon, we need to fire it before its lost!" "I'll need a target, Premier," the man said plainly. "Repulse Bay," Andrey replied. The engineer thought to himself for a moment as he calculated the exact coordinates in his head, finally he began working on the keypad, pushing in latitudes and longitudes. He hit the red button, and a 30 second timer came online. "Run like hell and make for the life boats," Andrey shouted at the man, already moving at full sprint passed him after seeing the lights come ablaze. The Premier and Engineer jumped into the boat just as the timer counted down to zero, a great roar ripped through the air as a golden glow shot from the back of the pod, sending a metallic glint screeching into the sky. The golden glow slowly faded into the fog, but the roar lasted minutes afterwards. The warhead flew straight in front of the now severely damaged and likely sinking Russian flagship, passing by the bridge by mere feet, jetting towards the coast at alarming speed. It soon ascended higher and higher, passing by the cliffs and shaking the ground with its roaring motor as it passed. Meanwhile... Repulse Bay was surprisingly untouched by the war, being on the mainland was a blessing, the city was well supplied and the Citizens could live comfortably without curfews or lack of goods. The sky was relatively clear, but off to the East, a great black wall that covered much of Baffin Island and its Bay was clearly visible, faint flashes in the distance clearly indicated severe lightning. But nothing that far, man-made or nature alike, could possibly touch Repulse Bay, or could it...? Children played, men worked and women shopped as birds chirped and a gentle breeze blew. And then ... White... A massive burst of light so bright it could be seen with the unaided eye from the surface of Earth's moon shone as bright as the sun. The very Earth beneath the city shook as if a great earthquake had struck as a 25 kiloton Nuclear warhead airburst over downtown Repulse Bay. Posted Image The shock wave traveled across the City, tossing cars into the air, smashing concrete walls, splintering buildings, and cracking the roads, the heat arose to tens of thousands of degrees, vaporizing everyone within the fireballs radius. It took virtually no time at all for the overpressure to reach the city walls, the two ton portcullis ripped from its sockets like a plastic sheet, sending it flying over five hundred meters, massive cracks and breaches formed, and loose chunks of stone and concrete weighing more than houses broke off, and hurled into the air. The illumination from the blast was so bright that the skies east of Kugaaruk were ablaze, and could even be seen through the thick clouds that covered Baffin Bay. A red glow beat through the storm clouds, much to the amusement of Andrey whom merely smiled at the distant glow. The sight would also undoubtedly be visible to the few Russians who survived as well. ____________________________________________________________ July 11 of 20XX JAUST Superstructure Retaliate! Kevin watched a massive glow on the horizon from a nearby window, as did hundreds of others at the facility. He leaned over towards a worker beside him. "What - the hell - is that," he asked with some deal of alarm. "I have no goddamn idea. I sure as hell never seen anything like it." Just then, two armed escorts grabbed the acting President by the arms and escorted him below to the command bunker. "What the hell is going on?" he asked angrily as he was forcibly dragged below. "Sir, we've just confirmed that a 20 to 30 kiloton nuclear warhead just detonated over Repulse Bay." Kevin immediately jerked himself free. "What?! Jesus! Get our rescue crews out tere now!" "We're already on it, Sir, now lets go!" they fired back, once again dragging him down the stairs. Finally, they let him go and sealed the door behind him. He walked towards the Command Screen, as he came around the corner, the image of a mushroom cloud coming through a video feed was being played on screen. "My God... All those people..." a Senator by the name of Calvin Gudros said to himself in a low voice. He walked up to Lowas, whom already knew what he had to say. "We need to strike back, dammit!" "I know," Kevin simply replied. "Order our missile regiments across the Command Belt to ready themselves, we strike the Air Fields and Command & Control in Socialist Eleytheria as well as whatever remains of the Socialist fleet." "Sir, we don't know where the Socialist fleet is, the storm is too large and we cannot get an accurate reading." "Then we fire at their last known location, the blast radius of even our conventional weapons will be bound to sink a few important ships." "The Russians are in the area, we may hit friendlies." Kevin sighed, "All right, we'll hold off from striking the fleet, for now." "Orders, Sir?" "Strike. Hit important military targets across their country without prejudice." "Yes, Sir. I'll need the command codes...." --- To be continued --- |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Jan 4 2008, 03:38 AM Post #108 |
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July 11 of 20XX JAUST Superstructure, Eleytheria-Duo The Dawn of Destruction, Pt. II Two men, Colonels, stood at separate missile control panels, typing in a code in almost perfect harmony. The two eyed Kevin, whom merely nodded at both of them. They looked at each other, and turned the key... ...Two miles east of the JAUST Superstructure... Massive concrete blast doors opened to unveil their precious cargo, the LRBM-2500 "Black Star" Intercontinental ballistic missile. Moments later, a great rumble swept the fields surrounding the silos and fire bellowed from the exhaust vents. Soon, a large slender missile emerged from beneath the Earth, rising towards the heavens with a thunderous roar, eight stabilizers flipped open and its boosters fell off before its main engines ignited with a brilliant flash. Disappearing from view, over 40 of the most powerful missiles in the Federalist arsenal were well on their way -- to Socialist Eleytheria... Into the outer edges of the atmosphere they cruised, and at an incredible pace. Already they were flying over Kasnyian Pacifica, and it wouldn't just be the Kasnyians who would know about the missile launch, such a large missile strike would easily be detectable all around the world. As they approaching Australia, the missiles seemed to split in half, panels blew off exposing 24 conventional warheads that burst out of the missile husk. Their rocket motors fired and their elevation began to quickly decline, falling towards their targets with terrific speed. Those inside the buildings, or around the targets didn't hear a thing, not even the whisper of the wind as the warheads descended upon them. Within a matter of moments, massive explosions rocked the nation. Targets as far East as Little Chirondom and as far West as Derby were struck with a terrible blow. Airfields, Command and Control, Training camps, Vehicle factories, all struck, all reduced to rubble. Altogether, the MIRV Missiles struck over 960 targets across Socialist Eleytheria with accuracy down to fifteen meters. Almost half of the Socialists manufacturing and training grounds were eliminated practically overnight. Perhaps it would give the much needed relief that the Federalists were hoping for... ____________________________________________________________ July 11 of 20XX People's Assembly Building, Kimmirut City Advance! The room was uncomfortably noisy, with heavy rains beating the window and thunder only adding to the racket. Alexander Voronov awaited patiently for a phone call that he thought he knew would come. But it didn't. At least not in the manner he had expected. The door in front of him swung open with an angry force, and a shadowed figure stood in the corridor panting. "What the hell are you looking at, General," a disgruntled voice echoed. Voronov did not need the shadowed figure to identify himself, quickly jumping to his feet. "Comrade Premier, I thought you were aboard the RSV Marx?" "I was!" Andrey screamed, "That is until she was sunk!" The General stood there, speechless, while the Premier continued. "Our navy is retreating up to the Spear for cover and concealment, or at least what is left of them." "Good Lord," Voronov said, looking down at the table. Quickly, he refocused on the Premier, "And the Russians?" "Almost utterly annihilated," the Premier replied. The General nodded at the good news, "And you, how did you get here?" "I came by helicopter, even though the weather was shit. We almost crashed twice," Andrey said, pouring himself a glass of Vodka. "Do you have any news, General?" "Uhh...hh.." he hesitatingly stuttered, "I suppose you didn't hear about Socialist Eleytheria...?" At this Andrey almost spilled his glass, "What is it?" he quickly said in an alarmed tone. The General delayed, "Well ... After the atomic detonation over Repulse Bay, the Federalists retaliated with their ICBM's. We don't know how many they fired, but they were definitely MIRV's. They struck hundreds of our facilities in Australia." The Premier slammed his glass down on the table, "Exactly how many targets were struck?" "Over 700 and counting, with another 200 explosions suspected to be intentional," the General replied with a slight shake in his voice. "Of course they were deliberate, you idiots!" Andrey screamed, "There couldn't possibly be two hundred accidents in a single night!" "What would you have us do, Comrade Premier?" Alexander said in a relatively bold tone. Andrey merely sighed. "The best you can do. I do not want to push my Comrades, but this war is taking its toll on all of us. With our supply lines temporarily cut from our homeland, we will need to make good use of what we have now, and we shall do so." "Comrade?" the General replied, already knowing where this was headed. "You, Comrade. You are the General of over every Soldier, Tank and Aircraft in this region. Use them. We'll worry about the small, straggling pockets of Resistance on Baffin Island and the Spear later. It is time we take the fight to the Federalists -- on their Mainland..." ____________________________________________________________ July 11 of 20XX The Spear of Eleytheria Complex problems, Simple solutions Catherine, Gregory, Varuka, and their fellow Shadow Guards had a dilemma on their hands, they knew of an impending invasion on the mainland, but had no way to communicate it back to the Mainland, from which they were separated from and deep in enemy territory. "Well, our radios aren't going to work, we're too far from any friendly ears to hear it," Varuka stated plainly, "And if we try, I doubt the Socialists will leave transmissions coming from the middle of nowhere unchecked," he promptly added. "What about one of the relay stations that the Socialists set up due East of here? Perhaps we can capture it?" one of the Shadow Guard said. "Are you crazy?" Varuka quickly replied, "And risk the possibility of them radioing for help? I am not going within ten kilometers of that damn place." Catherine shook her head, "We have to come up with something, and soon. The reds are right at the doorstep of our mainland and I am betting that Kevin has no damn idea whats about to come crashing down on his plate. We need ideas. Now." While the others were debating amongst themselves what to do, one of the Shadow Guard whom had been standing back and listening to the conversations remembered something. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a small device. "Uh, guys, I can make a stupid suggestion," he nervously said, flipping open a cell phone. They merely stared at the man for a moment before Varuka broke the silence, "Who the hell in the Armed Forces brings a cell phone with them on a Combat Op? And anyway, it won't work, we're too far away from any transmission towers to get a signal." "That may not necessarily be the case, Mr. Tornuaq..." Catherine said, arching her eyebrows. "Three years ago I managed to pass a law to upgrade digital communication throughout the country. Allowing the use of even basic cell phones in the most remote of Eleytherian Countrysides." "Assuming nothing blocks your signal," a Man said. "But we're well above any obstacles up at this elevation, we should at least get a signal, even if it is faint, from the Broadcast towers in Resolute," Catherine replied. "Why the hell didn't I think of that..." Varuka disappointingly said to himself. Catherine was quickly handed the phone, to which she put to quick use, calling the personal number of Kevin, someone whom always had his cell phone with him in the event of emergencies. JAUST Superstructure, Kugaa River As Lowas sat at his desk awaiting for any news, he began to tire from the lack of sleep. Leaning against the table and covering his face, he began to slowly doze off asleep, but before he had a chance to do so, he was disturbed by the vibration of a cellphone in his pocket. "Hello?" "Kevin, thank God. Its Catherine..." "Catherine! Where the hell are you, are you all right?" "Yes, yes I am fine, just liste..." "Tell us where you are, and we'll come and pick you up." "Kevin! Quit interrupting me! I have something urgent to relay!" "What, what is it?" "Its the socialists, they are coming for the mainland, there is a fleet of transport craft in the spear and they are aimed straight for Gjoa Haven." Lowas could hear voices in the background talking, including Varuka and Gregory. Suddenly, Catherine's voice became startled, and alarmed, but static began to feed through the connection, interrupting the conversation. "Kev...n, li...en to me, the fleet is n...ow on the mo..., we can see them mo....ng on the horiz....n, they are heading st.....ht for the M...n...land do you un....st...nd? You have to do something qu...kly..." "Catherine? Catherine?! Shit!" ...Back at the Spear... "Dammit!" Catherine shouted, being cut off from the Vice-president. "I lost him, I can't get a signal." "And I think I know why," Varuka began, "Run!" The silence was soon broken by the thuds of helicopters as six dark objects appeared on the horizon moving swiftly towards them, the Catherine, Gregory and the Shadow Guard quickly bolted for cover. Hiding amongst the rocks, they looked to the skies as the six large MI-17 Helicopters flew directly overhead, just as they began to feel comfortable again, four broke off heading in opposite directions, beginning to circled back. "Shit!" Gregory shouted, "They're coming in for an attack! I've seen this tactic during the Chechen wars, we should head back to the cave!" "No!" Varuka fired back, "Follow me, I know these lands, I trained men here. We should head west, there's an artificial tunnel network we used to use as a night camp. We can take refuge there until these bastards leave." None challenged the Colonels orders, and they quickly bolted westward along the rugged, narrow terrain. The MI-17's were now flying straight at them, and the first helicopter let loose a volley of rockets, sending explosions thudding all around the escaping Federalists. Gregory was blown off of his feet by the concussion of one such blast, sending him plowing into the jagged dirt and rocks, badly cutting and bruising his arms. "Dammit! I am all right, go go!" he shouted, reassuring everyone stopping to help him back up. One by one, the helicopters let loose a volley of rockets, but by sheer luck alone, not a single one struck their intended targets. They disappeared into the mountainside, deep in the old training grounds that many of the Shadow Guards of Eleytheria-Duo once called home... ____________________________________________________________ July 12 of 20XX The Spear of Eleytheria A victory of defeat? Dawn approached once more, and those who took shelter in the now-abandoned tunnels of the Eleytherian Shadow Guards training grounds did not regret the decision. They were fortunate enough to be undisturbed all night long, after their tangling with the MI-17's. They couldn't stay here long, it was very likely that the Socialists would be sending infantry scouting parties to the regions sometime this very day, but while they could rest, they did. All were comfortable -- but one... Catherine grabbed her chest with a groan of pain, catching the attention of Gregory beside her. He knew she was still recovering from a bullet wound, and she should not be moving about like she had been doing the past few days. "Are you all right, Cathy?" he asked in a tender voice. "Yeah, I am fine, Greg. Just a twinge. Honest." Tornuaq stepped outside to take a look around, and to stretch his legs, as he looked across to the sea, what he saw horrified him, and he quickly broke his stretch at the sight of landing craft approaching the coast of the Mainland. The Government apparently had done nothing to sink the fleet. "Guys..." he said in a tone barely loud enough for the others to hear, "They're at our homes..." he continued under his breath, too quietly said for anyone but himself to hear. The others soon joined him, looking across the glimmering water at the transports approaching ever closer to the shoreline. Just as those observing were giving up hope that anything would ever be done about the invasion force, something happened that would make them laugh with joy... Tanks appeared on the coastal horizon, bright muzzle flashes soon accompanied their presence, sending towers of water shooting into the air around the landing craft, not long after, a joint strike force of Eleytherian MI-28 Havoc and Konoshian Pelicans flew overhead, utterly eviscerating dozens of the ships. "God bless you, Kevin..." Catherine said to herself at the sight of the Socialist landing force being destroyed before her eyes. The battle and exchange of fire continued for several minutes, but in the end, the Eleytherian's and their allies came out on top, or so it seemed. A pelican circled above Catherine and the others, soon landing and the pilot waving his hand to jump in. They were finally off this Godforsaken rock... --- To be Continued --- OOC: This got too long, I will make one more post after this and you guys can start killing things like you've never killed before. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Jan 5 2008, 10:05 PM Post #109 |
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July 12 of 20XX JAUST Superstructure, Kugaa River Situation Critical A single Konoshian Pelican shot across the sky, gently coming to rest on a large landing pad in a scenic view of the Kugaa River. To one side, the unspoiled wilds of Eleytheria-Duo, for as far as the human eye could see, was nothing but low rolling hills, grass, patches of snow, and streams. To the other side, lay the Superstructure, a behemoth of a place that towered over anything the surrounding landscape had to throw at it. The Eleytherians, and Konoshians, disembarked from their transport and walked towards the massive building. Once inside, Catherine and the others knew exactly where to go and were all too familiar with the layout of the structure, but the Konosk Pilots were in awe, it was the first time they had ever set foot inside the Command Center. The group was quickly greeted by Lowas. "Good to see you all back and safe," he said to them, "We have a lot to catch up on." Catherine nodded, "The Socialists have multiple artillery batteries along the South end of the Spear overlooking our mainland, it appears they are preparing for a full scale invasion." "Yes, so I heard," Kevin replied, "We received word of their installations after I ordered Airstrikes on Socialist occupied Resolute. With the failed invasion that we've just thwarted, we can be sure that they will try again in other sectors." "What was the bright flash we observed a night ago, Sir?" Varuka quickly threw in. Kevin sagged his head and sighed heavily. "The flash of an Atomic weapon," he said plainly. "What?" everyone gasped. "We had little warning of the attack, when I received word that we had an incoming missile headed for Repulse bay, I ordered our Missile Shield to engage the warhead, but we were already too late. The weapon detonated before our missiles could even get there to destroy it." "My God, how many were killed?" Catherine asked, not truly wanting to know the answer. "At last count 300,000 dead, one and a half million injured and at least two million who lived around the City were exposed to unsafe levels of radiation." Varuka quickly became overcome with anger, slamming his fist into the glass topped table and shattering it, cutting his hand and sending his blood trickling across its now-damaged surface. "These bastards invade our lands, steal our lands, our homes, our lives, they pillage our farms, destroy our cities, kill our children! Why do we show any mercy to these cutthroat pigs?! Why do we not just build nukes of our own and blow them all to hell?!" "Varuka, please," Catherine began in a soothing voice, "We will have our revenge, but not by destroying Socialist cities with Nuclear weapons or by employing weapons of mass destruction. Do not forget, the Socialists conquered our Australian colony, which was home to many good peoples -- and still is. We must liberate them, not destroy them. Just like we must liberate that of which they stole from us this day." He nodded, gaining control of his emotions. "My youngest brother was in Repulse Bay," he said to them with a shaky voice. "We will find your brother," Lowas replied, not noticing a young Sergeant walking up behind him. "Sir?" "Yes?" Lowas asked, his attention fixed on the soldier. "We've reports of the Socialists making successful landings on the Mainland. It went unnoticed because they did not come in any sizable force." "What, where?" Lowas quickly responded. "North Taloyok Peninsula and South of Hall Beach. The Governor of Hall Beach is reporting that he recently received a communique from a Socialist General by the name of Alexander Voronov to surrender the City while he still has the opportunity to do so." "Dammit... Prepare our troops at Taloyok to advance Northward to hold Boothia pass. They must get there before the Socialists do. As for Hall Beach, we'll take the fight to them before they have the chance to set up any strongholds." "Yes sir! Further orders?" "As you were. I have work to do regarding our allies," he said turning his head towards Catherine, "If you will come with me?" --- Encrypted Transmission --- To: Commanders of Konosha, Çerdoné, Russia, Menhad in Eleytheria-Duo From: Kevin Lowas, VP Federal Republic of Eleytheria-Duo Allies, Friends, you have done an excellent job in combating the Socialists and we have come this far, but the fact of the matter is that we are severely out numbered and facing an extremely aggressive enemy whom have gained the upper hand. As of this morning, we have received word that the Mainland of Eleytheria-Duo has been breached by the Socialist Army, and with our forces scrambling to repel the invaders, they will undoubtedly land in other regions of the Nation. We humbly request that you help us defeat the hostile forces on our mainland, and repel the the attackers back to the Islands from whence they came. This task will not be an easy one, and it will grow in difficulty with each passing minute we let them breath free air. Let us unite our strength together as Brothers-in-Arms and crush the invaders while we still have the initiative. The Northern-most end of Taloyok Peninsula, and the region due south of Hall Beach will be our battle zone. Act quickly, and we shall secure a victory in the name of the free People's of this Earth. ____________________________________________________________ July 12 of 20XX South of Hall Beach, Socialist Landing Force Bait for the Wolves Alexander surveyed the terrain around him as he stood in the icy grass, it was a well known fact that the Federalists may have lost hold of their Island regions quickly enough, but it was only because they could not rush supplies to them quickly enough to wage a successful war upon them. The mainland was a whole new ballgame altogether, it was their strongholds, and Alexander knew all too well that the Federalist armies, along with their allies, would fight ferociously for every square centimeter of land that they took from them. While he would be busy fighting on the mainland, Andrey would be busy mobilizing every last resource available to the Socialists in Eleytheria-Duo to launch a full scale invasion of the Mainland, for this certainly was far from all that the Socialists were capable of. It is a mere hiccup compared to what Andrey has planned... Behind him, the rumble of diesel engines made him lower his binoculars and turn to face the racket. Before him were several platoons of T-72's, BMP-1's, BMP-2's, and T-55's. "Sir!" his Lieutenant, Evyen Raduga shouted, "Our forces are deployed and awaiting orders!" "Dig in, and establish communication with Baffin Island before any single man in this Army takes a piss break. The first move in this game is theirs, and we had better be ready for them." "Yes, sir!" He nodded at his friend with a grin on his cheeks. "Its going to be a very long week..." he said to himself. OOC: Make your moves, gentlemen. The Strategic & Army Location Map is done, if you don't see your forces accurately portrayed on said map, let me know where they are located, and I'll put em up. The map itself is too large to have a color code key implemented in it effectively, as it will add even more size to the image. Rely on the key code I post in text instead. Army sizes were intentionally left out. Think carefully before attacking an enemy force -- they may be superior to your own, also watch for nearby hostile Airbases or Armies that have the potential to flank you. Finally -- we can have a true strategic outlook for this war. Strategic Progress and Battle Map Zones of Control Eleytherian States Eleytherian Cities Strategic & Army Location Map Color Codes: Sky Blue: Eleytheria-Duo Light Red: Socialist Eleytheria Yellow: Russia Purple: Menhad Green: Konosha Orange: Çerdoné |
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| NRE | Jan 8 2008, 12:42 AM Post #110 |
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July 11 of 20XX Off the coast of Baffin Island By the grace of God "Admiral...Admiral are you ok?" The voice was distorted and distant. What is real, or was it just an illusion, the fate echoes a distant past? Admiral Smyslov was afraid to open his eyes as he was sure he was dead. Still somewhere within him he found the courage to gradually open them and as the light poured in and he regained his focus he was the deadly scene. Most of the bridge was in shambles, very few stations were still operational and those that were, were used to reroute power to other parts of the ship in hopes of keeping her from blowing up. There were only two men over the Admiral, was was lying propped up against the back wall of the bridge. His command chair was gone, no where to be seen. The windows of the bridge were all blown out and everything was wet with rain continuing to pour in. The men over the admiral were wearing red coats, with a white cross over the front of it. They were medics from the two aircraft carriers that had made it safely out of the battle, with only minor damage to report. The rest of the fleet was not so lucky for out of the 48 ships of the entire fleet that had come for battle only four remained sea worthy from the battle. The two aircraft carriers plus one submarine and a small cruiser. Out of these ships only the aircraft carriers were battle ready and that was a stretch. The only ships now operating in the area at full copacity where those six ships sent out to Nanisivik. Almost the entire crew of every ship lost, also went down. There was no one aside from the Admiral alive from his bridge crew. When the two medics believed he could be moved, they got the Admiral to his feet and with their help he made it to the awaiting lifeboat. The water was still choppy and as the Admiral's boat began to speed off toward what was left of his fleet he looked back at the graveyard of ships, many of whom you could only see their tips as the monster which was the sea was no swallowing them whole. ________________________________- July 8 of 20XX Hall Beach A Russian Sandwich "Shit, shit shit!" cursed General Mikhail Miloradovich in very fluent Russian as he paced his small command tent just a mile north of Hall Beach. The General had just gotten word that the Russian fleet had failed to stop the Socialist from making land just south of Hall beach. Though in truth he did need a radio transmission to know that. Scouts had seen the landing parties coming and had already reported back to the General with the grim news. As of the moment his forces were now effectively sandwiched between Socialists who could be making a move to cross the water into mainland Eleytheria from the North and those already in Mainland Eleytheria from the South. The only comfort he had was the fact that the Konoshans and Eleytherians were also in the area. Still it was the sort of situation the General was hoping for in the area. He would have to make a decision soon on where or not to engage the enemy. His originally plan called for his troops to be spread from Hall beach to Igloolik for an effective line against Northern invasion however now that the situation was different it was time for a new plan. OOC: I'll get to my other situation in my next post as I just don't feel like I have it all sorted out in my head as to what to post next about that part of the story. |
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| Menhad | Jan 8 2008, 05:28 PM Post #111 |
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July 11 of 20XX Off the coast of Baffin Island The Grace of Angles, and The Fury of The Northmen The Menhadien fleet was in sight, and what lay before them was a battlefield littered with the corpses of men and ships. Menhadien ships pulled the men out of the water, and the medics where their tending to the wounded and those dieing of hypothermia. Engineers helped the Russians get their ships up and running, or at least to keep them from sinking. "Get me a line to all the remaining Russian ships. Fellow warriors, we salute your brave stand here and even though the Socialists slipped through, you could have done little else, and your extreme heroism will not go unnoticed, neither by the Russian people or those of Eleytheria-Duo," and with that Admiral McNesbit finished. The ships carrying the men headed off towards Cape Dorset, and with the company of one battleship and two destroyers. They planned to cut of the Socialists before the could take the city of Nuwata. The 600,000 men, and plenty of tanks would overwhelm the Socialists forces out side the city. But the rest of the fleet headed towards the Socialist fleet near Cape Dyer, and the sinking of the Socialists ships was the Menhadiens goal. |
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| Toussaint | Jan 10 2008, 10:47 PM Post #112 |
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Çerdon forces in Taloyok began to prepare for the attack from the socialist forces. "Damn commies try and break through this," was a general attitude from commanders. Heavy fortifications and nasty entrenchments were built to protect the Çerdon front-most operations from an attack by no-good-commie bastards. They knew that it wouldn't be easy, and that a socialist attack would be disastrous for both sides, but they were determined to do everything in their power to prevent a loss. Artillery pieces were set up in the Taloyok base. Drill frequency was intensified. If the Eleytherian allied command predicted correctly and Taloyok would soon be under attack, the Çerdons were ready to take on the bastards. "Let 'em come." That was the slogan of the confident Çerdon army. In Paulatuk, the forces remained on the defensive as per usual. They continued operations, meanwhile, to gain support from the natives in the area. They wanted to get as acquainted as they could with the people whom they were helping to protect. Growing increasingly anxious to fight against the enemy, the army there began to grow eager to do battle with the socialists. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Jan 22 2008, 11:00 PM Post #113 |
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July 14 of 20XX Sol Air Force Base Confrontation Inevitable Already well aware of the threat posed by the Socialists on the mainland, Yanon knew all too well that if he wasn't on the front lines of the battlefield yet, he soon would be. If the Federalists could push the Socialists off the mainland before they strike from the North, then perhaps they could buy enough time for their allies, the Menhadeins and Konoshians, to render assistance in their defense of the North. Everyone around him awaited for a reply, a command to be carried out. Yanon knew what he had to do, but he was afraid to do it. Especially after hearing whom was in command of the Socialist army to his South-east -- Alexander Voronov -- seemed to foil every plan he had ever made. "Send word to the two fighting forces deployed in the region to advance on the Socialist position, we'll provide air support with our Fighters and Bombers. Ready wings 26 and 44." "Yes, Sir!" ........................................................................................................................ The radio crackled as Colonel Kaskae listened carefully to the orders that were being uttered to him. It was clear that command was not comfortable with allowing the Reds to occupy a single inch of the mainland. Allowing the socialists to establish footholds could open the door to further hostile reinforcements landing across the country, repelling the invaders was the only acceptable outcome... With a job to do, he turned the knob on his radio and squeezed on the mic... "Soldiers of the Republic, Brothers and Sisters of the free world, we have been faced with the threat of annihilation from the Socialists since the day they stole our colony and the lives of the free people's who lived there. They would try to steal our lives here, now, in our homelands. They will not relent, they will not cease to show mercy, they shall continue to swarm at us like the insects that they are. Today the Socialists have gained what they see as a major victory, setting foot on our mainland for the first time since the First Eleytherian Civil War. Let us show them that this was no major victory, but the folly that condemned them to death!" July 14 of 20XX South of Hall Beach, Socialist Beachhead The Hammer and the Anvil Pt. I The sky was filled with wispy clouds, and the ground moist with dew. The entrenchments of the Socialists were far from completed, with only enough cover for a handful of the armored vehicles and half of the infantry when one of the scouts came dashing across the camp towards the Generals command tent. "General! General!" he wailed, gaining the immediate attention of Voronov and his staff. "Slow down, boy!" Alexander replied, jumping to his feet to greet the young Socialist, "What is it you have for me?" he said with a relaxed tone. "Sir," the kid began breathless, "Its the Cobalts! They are approaching us from the west!" "What?" Alexander said, taken off guard by a Federalist attack so soon, "Did you see how many?" he said, grabbing the boys shoulders. "I...I don't know, perhaps 20,000 or more with armored support." "Christ!" the General replied with extreme alarm, "Setup a defensive parameter immediately! Lieutenant," he said snapping his fingers, "Get me on the line with Kimmirut, we need to let Andrey know." ____________________________________________________________ ... Kimmirut ... A telephone rang before the Dictator of the Socialist Eleytherians, "Yes, Premier Andrey Puzankov on the line." "Premier, Its Alexander, the Feds are attacking sooner than expected, and with enough force to drive us back into the sea. If you are to enact your plan, it must be soon, very soon." "I understand, Alexander. We are ready to begin within the next half hour." "So soon?" "Yes, you'll receive your reinforcements within the hour, and the Mainland will feel our wrath." "Will do, Comrade Premier. Any further orders?" "Yes. Once reinforcements have arrived, I need you to push your way to the Air Force Base in the Snow Peninsula. Take it at any cost, we can worry about Igloolik and Hall Beach later. Good luck." "Yes, Comrade Premier." "Oh, and Alex... *Executor* Gassel sends his regards." With that, Andrey hung up with a large grin on his face. "A true new world order is rising right under the very noses of the world..." July 14 of 20XX South of Hall Beach, Socialist Beachhead Hold the Line! Alexander took position with the other soldiers that readied themselves against the Federalist troops closing in on them. For the moment things were quiet, peaceful. But it was not to be... Slowly, the ground beneath them picked up in a faint rumble that continued to grow ever louder. Off in the distance, the silhouettes of tens of thousands of soldiers, could be seen approaching their locale, made all the more intimidating by the sight of Personnel carriers and Tanks rolling alongside them. The shrieking of artillery shells soon deafened the terrified socialists, intense thuds detonating all around them and in front of them, but not with explosives or incendiaries, but with smoke. "Hold steady!" Alexander shouted, his heart beginning to race as the direness of the situation began to dawn on him. From the thick haze that now blanketed the soon-to-be blood soaked battlefield, the faint cry 'Fire for Effect' could be heard in the distance over the rumbling of the diesel engines. Quickly, the General turned to face his radioman, "Get on frequency with Nukilik and Corazon, we need air support or we are going to get wasted!" "Yes, Sir!" Only moments later, a second bombardment showered the Reds as they stood their ground, this time with lethal results. Fireballs arose into the sky, and tilled Earth blasted across the horizon as the deadly bombardment relentlessly hounded the Socialists. Then ... It happened... Tracer rounds exploded from the smoke in a seemingly never ending torrent, mowing down and chewing up any unfortunate human to be struck by their wrath. Federalist tanks rushed from the smoke and directly into the Socialist entrenchments, still cutting down anyone within their gun sights. "Shit!" Alexander exclaimed, diving for the nearest foxhole as the entire defensive position was being compromised by the shock of the armor rush. Peering over the edge, Federalist infantry stormed into the trenches, shooting Socialist soldiers at point blank, others beating one another to death in brutal hand to hand combat. As Alexander turned to face his radioman, he was shocked to see half of his head missing. Quickly, he jumped to the mans side and began working the radio that was still on the mans corpse. "This is Molot 1 to Orel Command, come in!" "Orel C to Molot 1, we read you loud and clear. Out." "I need an artillery strike on R Grid HC24, everything you've got! Out!" "Come again Molot 1, did you just say R Grid HC24? Out." "Affirmative. Out." "Molot ... We ... According to these charts, that's directly on top of your location. Confirm strike. Out." Alexander had no time to play tag with the fools back at Sura, angered and in need of immediate intervention, his grip tightened and screamed "Just fire the fucking artillery!" Dropping the long range radio and grabbing his short range, he gave an order to all of those under his command with as calm and steady a voice as he could muster; "Comrades, this is your General, deploy your smoke grenades and scatter. Artillery is inbound." Indeed his comrades heard his call, even more smoke consumed the entire horizon as every socialist man wielding any smoke generating device began tossing them to create a wall of protection for an unusual retreat -- right towards the Eleytherian mainland. While the Federalists continued to charge into the trenches, the Socialists were charging out of them. By the time that the Federalists had realized that the Reds were trying to retreat, it was already too late... The artillery had arrived, exploding with a terrible fury, extinguishing the lives of hundreds in only a few short moments. The attackers were now finding themselves in a defensive situation... July 14 of 20XX Kugaaruk City A gift too late The creaking of a solid wood door interrupted the peacefulness of Catherine's quarters, Kevin poking his head around the corner. Catherine was quick to lock her focus upon the Vice-president. "Kevin, please, come in." Slowly, he entered the room with a rather distressed look, his head tilted and humbled. "What is wrong, Kevin?" Catherine inquired. "Its...Its Kasnyia, Madam President." Nerdinskaya's jaw locked at that statement, she need not ask what he meant-- she already knew. "Is the Emperor safe?" "We don't know for sure, if they have sent any communiques, we have not yet received them." "When did it happen?" "Not too long. If there is anything we can do for the Imperial family, we'll look into it, Catherine." "I know you will, Kevin." "Madam President ... Catherine ... There is a spare FS-4 ready, perhaps if we deliver one to Pacifica, it could help our ally to some degree. Save lives." "And its our best chance to save our own people. If we can salvage this war, we could help our ally with the full might of our industries, but one plane will not help the Kasnyians to any significant degree." "And what harm will come of one less FS-4 in our arsenals? We will never have enough to make any significant impact on this war. Kasnyia has multiple territories with multiple factory production facilities. We cannot say the same for Eleytheria-Duo." "So your saying we've lost?" "No. I am saying that we must rely on what is tried and true if we are to turn this war around. I am sorry, Catherine, but the aircraft has come too late to turn the war around. If Kasnyia can use what's left of their manufacturing facilities to build even a few more of these aircraft, they could be put to better use." Catherine nodded. She knew all too well that there was no second home for the Eleytherians to retreat to should their mainland fall. Kasnyia, on the other hand, had much more to loose, many more people at risk. Eleytheria had to take action to salvage as much as it could before their seemingly inevitable downfall. "All right," she began "Load up the aircraft on a train headed for Pacifica, take the Iron Bison Railway, its the safest and fastest route to their territory. Be sure to include the plans with the aircraft and a remote control explosive should the train come under attack." "I'll make the arrangements right now," Kevin said with a soft tone. ____________________________________________________________ ... Six hours later -- Eleythro-Kasnyian Border ... A single train sped towards Pacifica as fast as the crew could possibly push the thing without utterly wrecking it. Several passenger cars surrounded either side of a single large freight car carrying an almost fully assembled FS-4. Each passenger car was plated down with fire ports and armor along their hull, inside the entire train was a practical entire garrison of soldiers to protect their precious cargo. As they approached the border, a signal in the distance instructed the train to halt. They were greeted by Kasnyian border guards. To which the train crew kindly greeted them and showed them the appropriate documents. Unhindered, the train crossed the border, heading deeper into Kasnyian territory with a device unlike any other in the world... |
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| Kasnyia | Jan 22 2008, 11:13 PM Post #114 |
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A simple heavily encrypted communique had been sent ahead of the train. Upon recieving it, Viceroy Harzmann, though swamped with calls trying to find out the status of the Emperor, ordered a KASOC unit to escort the locomotive and its cargo to Ootensee, the location of one of Berhausen Aircraft's black project proving grounds were located. Once there, the cargo was quickly unpacked ans assembled according to instructions sent with the train. The Berhausen scientists were astounded. Within hours of arrival, the aircraft was reverse engineered and put back together and then tested in every possible way. It would be months however before they would be done. Each of the scientsists silently praised and prayed for their Eleytherian collegues. Kasnyia was paralyzed now, but soon they would assist their allies once ready... |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Jan 24 2008, 04:12 AM Post #115 |
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July 14 of 20XX Eleytheria-Duo The onslaught It was now late, but being so far North in the Arctic during the summer, the Sun did not dip below the horizon no more than a few degrees. Despite a healthy dose of light, there was to be no comfort, no rest and soon, no hope, for the Federal Government. For now, the dawn of a new era was rising, one that would leave the lands weeping ... Over 700 Socialist Aircraft -- nearly everything that could possibly fly in their entire arsenal -- was scrambled to make one final, massive push into the mainland now that the Federalists attention was on the Snow Peninsula. The hour was nigh for a showdown between two powerful rivals. With a thunderous roar like no human has ever heard before, to the mainland they traveled, to invade, destroy and conquer... ____________________________________________________________ ... Senate Hall, Kugaaruk City ... "... Its unacceptable!" Kevin shouted, "You diverted forces from City Garrisons to defend the Snow Peninsula without even INFORMING the President!" Senator Warren merely shook his head, "The Senate acted without notifying Republic Headquarters due to one simple fact; This administration has been waging a war that we are beginning to loose. What we are doing..." "Is treason!" Lowas fired back, his face turning red with rage, "You would put millions of lives in jeopardy based on your foolish..." This time, it was Warren that interrupted; "Be very choosy of the next words that come out of your mouth, Lowas. We wouldn't want them to hurt your career, now would we?" "Is that a threat?!" Garry O'Hanly, a long supporter of the Administration from Michael to Catherine, tried to break the hostility building up between Lowas and Warren. "Per...Perhaps we should be open minded about this, Warren. It was after all Catherine that helped guide Eleytheria-Duo to victory during the first Eleytherian civil war." "Oh yes?," Warren replied, "If that is the case, if we really did claim a victory, why are we fighting an adversary that has only grown stronger? The same adversary that combated us during the first Civil war?" "The very fact that we live within one of the most prosperous nations in the world, and that people like you and I have a job and are still breathing should be proof enough that the Administration did its duty," Garry said, hoping to change the mind of Warren. "Look..." began Kevin, "We're all working to save the country, others may see how we should go about that differently than others, but we can ALL agree on the fact that victory will come from being cautiously decisive. Some of you may think that is an Oxymoron, I know... But please, for the love of God do not do this, if we pour our forces into the Snow Peninsula, I do not even wish to speculate what the Communist forces may be capable of doing to our troops there, or back home. We cannot spread ourselves thin or we WILL fall." "Thank you, Kevin," Warren nodded, "Duly noted, we will have a decis..." Just then, a uniformed officer crashed through the door, rushing up the aisles to where the Senators and the Vice-president were convening. "Sirs, we need to go. Now," the shaken man said, catching his breath. "Why, what's wrong?" Kevin quickly questioned. Only a second after saying that, the howling of a Civil defense siren echoed through the city streets. Kevin's eyes grew, "What the hell is going on, Lieutenant?!" "The socialists are launching a massive air attack against the mainland, Sir." "How many aircraft do they have in the air?" "At least five hundred, likely more. We don't know for sure, they caught us off guard." "Five... Christ..." Screeching could soon be heard descending upon the City moments before thuds began to rattle throughout the streets as socialist Artillery began to bombard the coastal cities. "Sirs! We need to go, please!" They did not need telling again, storming from the Senate building unto the streets, smoke and flames could be seen across the cityscape, and minutes later the rumbling of a monumental air strike could be heard, bleaching out even the roar of the Civil defense sirens. The Senators and Vice-president were rushed to the nearest shelter, as they rushed across the streets, the cities Anti-aircraft batteries opened up, illuminating the entire horizon with golden streaks rising into the air, and sending dozens of glowing missiles screaming into the skies. "God protect us..." Kevin whispered to himself, beholding the scene around him... ____________________________________________________________ ... Eleytherian countryside ... The darkening skies were indicators to the cattle farmers to pack it up for the time being, many heading back to their homes looked to the skies by the growling of massive transport aircraft flying high overhead. What was once a curiosity soon became serious as they observed small black objects slowly descending from the aircraft. In minutes the entire sky was littered with thousands of cylindrical objects falling towards the Earth. Soon it became apparent that these were not objects, but Humans, as soon as the paratroopers hit the Earth, they quickly jumped to their feet, weapons in hand, storming the surrounding countryside, busting into farmhouses, killing anyone whom bear arms and raping those whom they pleased. Soldiers began to rip down fences holding in cattle, and setting ablaze precious crops that fed tens of thousands of Eleytherian citizens. The chaos they generated was horrific. Small village communities fled for their lives while they still had time. Quickly the men began digging in, setting up entrenchments and crude fortifications to slow down any counterattacks that were sure to come. Sandbag walls, barbed wire, and tank traps were being quickly setup around their surroundings. As soon as the Federal troops found out, they began to assemble along the countryside, being sure to keep an equal distance away from the next closest team of troops. A front was already forming. ____________________________________________________________ ... Sol Air Force Base ... Already, the largest Airbase in the country was being relentlessly bombarded by Socialist artillery and aircraft. Craters littered the runway, and several buildings were completely leveled. "Sir! The runway is too badly damage!" one of the ground control operators shouted to General Yanon. "Are you trying to tell me that we can't get any more aircraft off the ground?!" "That's exactly what I am saying, Sir! They've crippled us!" "Shit!" The bombing continued, as did the shelling. The frightening scale of the attack was beginning to worry everyone on base, and without any way to launch anymore aircraft off the ground, it would be up to other Airbases across the country to take up where they left off. Several missiles from a low flying Socialist bomber struck the command center, and control tower, hurling several ton chunks of concrete and debris, showering razor sharp shards of glass across the area. If relief did not come extremely soon, Sol would fall... OOC: Judgment day... Make your moves. Zone of Control Situation Map (Army Locations) |
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| NRE | Jan 26 2008, 02:52 PM Post #116 |
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July 11 of 20XX Resolute Straits The enemy among us, Part III The Russian agents on board the socialist ship were able to get their mission done with little worry. With most of the crew chowing down, there was little more than a skeleton crew manning most of the stations. When they had the missiles disarmed, they left in mostly the same fashion as they had came. They chose the simple exit of simply walking out. The morning light was beginning to pour out as they slipped back into their gear and dove overboard back into the cold waters of the Resolute straits. It was a bitterly cold swim back to their ship, but with their mission a success, their hearts were filled with the warmth of knowing they had done a job well done. They were back on board their own ship by the time the final portion of the sun had made it's advance over the horizon and was now in full view. Captain Kirilenko came down to greet his Russian operatives. They were just taking off their wet suits when the Captain entered and they stood at attention. "At ease gentlemen" said the Captain. "Junior Lieutenant Simon Yermilov, Mikhail Zhdanov, you have done your Tsar and his Empire an outstanding service this day. I can assure you that your great act of courage and bravery will not go overlook and that I have already done the necessary paperwork to see that you two get promoted as soon as we are back in St. Petersburg. However, I am regretful to inform you that our plans have changed. We received word just moments before your return that the fleet is gone. What little is left, is now retreating back to the Atlantic. We are to make our way own way to the Atlantic and rejoin what little is left of the fleet. Again, what you did was above and beyond the call of duty and will not go overlooked." It was certainly crushing news but both men understood what this new information meant. Without a larger fleet to back them up, this small group of ships would have no chance of taking on the entire Socialist fleet on an empty to escape. They would have to take their leave now, in hopes of putting as much distance between them as they could before the order was given out by the Socialist command to have them sunk. Thus with that, the Russians simply began to back away. It was their hope that the Socialist before them would simply take it as a informal gesture of them allow them passage. With all luck, the Russians would be out of range before any orders came through to have their heads. __________________________________ July 15 of 20XX Hall Beach The Russians go marching one by one General Mikhail Miloradovich had made his decision, the only real decision he had. The beachhead was a problem and like a virus, if it was left untreated it would most likely spread. His current positions was well enough defend. The Konoshians and others were well dug into the area and since it was the Russian fleet that failed to hold back the enemy it seemed only right that it should be his men to die in a fight to drive them back to the sea. Thus the order was sent around all the way up and down the coast, to every Russian position north of Hall Beach. They would regroup and begin a march south where they would meet the Socialist army and give them everything they got. It took a better part of the day to regroup the entire Russian force in the area. After informing on secure channels their intentions to the allies in the area, they began their march. Tanks, jeeps, and other supply trucks roared as they began their long journey ahead. It would most likely be day break the next day before they reached the enemy beachhead and began their long assault. _________________________________ July 14 of 20XX Kugaaruk City When all good things must come to an end Encrypted Transmission To: President Catherine Nerdinskaya From: Simon Ushakov, Russian Ambassador to Eleytheria-Duo I regret to inform you that by the time you receive this message I will already be well outside of your nation's borders. With the war continuing to get ever closer to your capital city, I was order to relieve myself of duty and return home. I want to make this clear that this action is in no way a suggestion that the Russian Empire believes this war lost, but simply a precaution to keep my life say should fighting come upon the very doorstep of the Russian embassy. The Russian Empire has sent no order to retrieve it's soldiers and promises that those remaining have their orders to continue the fight for as long as it is deemed necessary. However, as you are undoubtedly aware we are already fighting a two wars, on two fronts and cannot spare more troops for your cause. This saddens the Tsar greatly and vows to remain a loyal ally of the Federal government for so long as a member remains alive. He wishes to express to you madame president that our borders are open to yourself and your supports all across the globe and we can only hope that those this war may not have gone the way we had hope, that is will not tarnish the friendship we Russians still believe we have. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Jan 28 2008, 06:16 AM Post #117 |
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July 15 of 20XX Eleytheria-Duo A crumbling Nation, Pt. I The golden horizon cast its warm glow across the land, illuminating the homes and fields of millions. Flames of burning homes and crashed aircraft lowly crackled as their dark shadow arose into the sky and was cast across the lands. With the initial pandemonium now over, silence gripped most of the lands, save for a few faint thuds overhead from the still violent air wars being raged across the country. On occasion, one could see the glittery foils falling from the sky from destroyed aircraft, or witness spherical balls of smoke drift across the horizon. Along the dividing lines between the developed eastern part of the country, and the rural western regions, two nations gathered to do battle in a thin line stretching an incredible 600 miles -- a front was forming. Eleytheria-Duo was now a divided nation, garrisons to the west were now cut off, hopeless for support from the eastern armies. The situation was clear; with wars that threatened the freedom of the Georgian people in Europe, and many of the Republics allies more concerned with things closer to home, they were now fighting this war nearly alone... July 15 of 20XX Republic Headquarters, Kugaaruk City In need of a plan Two heavy oaken doors swung open, a tall blond haired woman, ragged and exhausted, walked into a room where dozens of military officers and politicians, civil workers and emergency chiefs -- all as equally as ragged and tired as their president -- stood firm around a large, ornate table that had decorated these halls since the foundation era. "Please, be seated. You did not have to wait for me," she said as she walked to a small black chair. Taking a deep breath, she looked over at General Landau, "General, earlier you were preparing your report. If you would be so kind to bring us up to speed." "Yes, of course," Landau began, picking up a small remote that lay on the table, "As you can see, the Socialists have advanced deeper into the Taloyok peninsula," he continued, pointing to a projection on the wall, "Also, if you look here on the mainland, you can clearly see they have cut us off from the western side of the nation. A front over 600 miles long is forming, starting at Taloyok and ending at Padlei. Our forces can hold this front, of that I have no doubt. However, the hostile forces from the East and North could prove to be a much more serious threat. We should make it our mandate to retake the Snow Peninsula as quickly as possible and drive out the Socialists north of Taloyok." "And what of Gjoa Haven?" Gregory asked, whom was seated next to Catherine. "Unfortunately, Gjoa Haven is trapped behind the enemy lines, and we can only reinforce the city via freighter from Taloyok. Thus, the retreating of the Russian navy and the opening of the Resolute Straits to the Reds will make our lives hell if we are planning on maintaining the local garrison." "The Sliznyak proekta," Gregory quietly replied in contemplation. "I...I'm sorry, what?" Landau asked with a puzzled look on his face, Catherine immediately replying "He said 'The slug project.' Gregory?" "Oh yes, excuse me," Gregory said as he came out of deep thought, "The slug project was an experimental vehicle draft that the Soviet Union was experimenting with. It was essentially a mobile missile platform designed to fire large, normally sea-based missiles from launchers similar to the Scarab platform. Indeed, from what I have read on the thermobaric attacks by the Socialists upon Eleytherian and Konosk forces, it is my belief that the Socialist armies are already utilizing the Scarab, either oblivious to its extra potential, or lacking the resources to exploit it." "Exactly where are you going with this and what is the exact relevance to the Socialist fleet?" Landau inquired. *Tsk* Gregory clicked, leaning forward, "The Slug Project was to arm your typical Scarab class launcher into a portable P-700 Granit Launcher. From what I understand, Eleytheria-Duo has numerous quantities of these missiles merely sitting in storage due to a lack of ships to mount them on. With this weapon, we could engage enemy naval vessels over 350 miles away from the launcher site, and with a maneuverability that simply cannot be afforded to large naval vessels, the vehicles may expend their payloads and quickly move to a new location without a large risk of hostile naval retaliation. You are a warrior, General. You know full well the value of striking the enemy without being struck in return, and the Granit missile was not given the name "Shipwreck" by NATO for no reason. Let us use these weapons rather than let them rot in a storehouse," Gregory finished grinning. Landau nodded, "T-That might actually work ... But we will need a suitable chassis to support the extra weight of the missile." "May I ask why this project was scrapped by the Soviets, Mr. Sazhnev?" asked one of the Senators. Gregory nodded. "It was deemed unnecessary to utilize the platforms as most of Russia's waters were already patrolled by fleet and by air. A ground-based anti-ship platform was seen as superfluous, since we could achieve the same intended results utilizing our Cruisers, Destroyers or even Aircraft. The former two being something that Eleytheria-Duo is currently lacking, whilst its enemies are not. And, if I may add, due to the population density of cities around coastal regions, which is further surrounded by channels, inlets and islands, it would be prudent to establish a land-based sea defense network for this country." "Agreed," Catherine said, setting off a chain reaction, as other military officials around the table also concurred. "Madam President," Landau began, "I believe we should pick up where the Soviets left off, lets implement Mr. Sazhnev's idea." "Very well. If we are to protect Kugaaruk's harbors, as well as our coastal cities, we will need a deterrent to keep the Socialist fleet and any would-be landing forces at bay. I am giving a green light on the project. July 15 of 20XX Snow Peninsula The Beachhead The Russians were on their way to strike the beachhead that the Socialists had established at what seemed to be little cost. Little did they know that the cost would merely be delayed. Many of the reds were calm and relaxed, with little fear of immediate retribution or retaliation from any of the Allied forces. Federalist, Russian, Konosk, or Cerdon. In their slothful state, little did they know that two armies -- Russian and Federalist -- were marching straight for them... (OOC: *Hint*Hint* NRE. :rolleyes: :gnarkgnark: |
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| NRE | Jan 29 2008, 10:48 AM Post #118 |
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July 15 of 20XX Snow Peninsula An here we are in battle again Colonel General Mikhail Miloradovich looked over the horizon under the cover of camouflage at the enemy lines at the beach. Through his binoculars he saw the lines of the socialist virus that had now inflected this peninsula of the Eleytherian mainland. His men number over 970 thousand strong. They were a large force which made them slow to move but there was strength to be found in numbers. With tanks and artillery pieces in their ranks, everything was prepared. Over a secure line air support was radioed for. Though the fleet in it's entirety was destroyed, the aircraft carriers were still in operation if only at 60 or so percent. 6 Sukhoi Su-34 fighter bombers were all that remained in working order on board the damaged aircraft carriers. They would have to do for the mission at hand since time was of the up most importance. The Russians had positioned themselves in an south to south-easterly position from the enemy encampment. There lines making a "J" formation from an aerial view. The Socialist went about their daily business, business they had been doing since landing. Many were unloading crates of supplies, cleaning their riffles, and other general chores. A moderate detail was place around the perimeter of the encampment, this most likely done with the belief that they were safe from harm for the time being. Undoubtedly they believed that any retaliation would come far later than it had, taking the assumption that any great force was not in the immediate area. While most sat around in a comfortable, relax position their calm atmosphere was shattered as the 6 Sukhoi Su-34 came into range of their radar. An alarm was sounded but was too late as fighter bombers streaked across the sky and delivered their payload in full. Great explosions could be seen from the Colonel Generals position as he watch the attack unfold. The Socialist unaware of such an attack coming until it was too late were ill prepared. Still they were quick to respond by lighting up the daytime sky with what anti-air artillery they had setup. Two of the fighter bombers would be shot down as they made their final pass over the drop zone before making as quick an exit as they had an entrance. "It is now time for us to show them the same hell" said the Colonel General over the radio. It was with that command that the Russian Artillery open fire on the socialist camp. From a direction to their direct south all he war around to almost an eastern position, artillery fire came upon them. Tanks were also pulled into position and began to open fire up the encampment. The Socialists were just now registering the air attack that had just come were now having to scramble to better positions to handle the land attack. More and more explosions could be seen across the beachhead position. Still the Socialist were no fools to the art of war. They themselves had their own artillery positions and hand them running without delay. Soon both sides were now under an almost constant fire. The Russians had failed in their attempt to stop the red monster as it made it's swim across the sea. Now they would avenge that failure by plunging that monster back into the sea from wist it came. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Jan 30 2008, 10:53 PM Post #119 |
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July 15 of 20XX Snow Peninsula Socialists meet Russians Shocked by the Russian attack, the Socialists scrambled to their defensive positions along the coast. The few Su-34 Fullback's that began pounding the coast added to the shock factor, but surprisingly, despite having outdated anti-aircraft equipment, two of the aircraft had been shot down, one exploding outright, another crash landing -- intact -- a few miles to the southwest. With the firing of the Russian artillery, they were under the realization that this was no small attempt to wear them down, but a single massive push to destroy them all. Artillery from across the narrow channel began firing to retaliate against the Russian army. Quickly, they dived and manned any position that was safe from direct fire, and prayed that the shells from overhead wouldn't land in their lap. With a little luck, the Russians would be forced to launch a ground attack upon their heavily fortified positions, as the Federalist Air Force was desperately trying to fend off the massive air assault still raging deep in the mainland, and the Russians themselves had very few aircraft to provide support. A few minutes later, the Federalists waved their flag to the west of the Enemy lines, in full sight of both armies. only a fraction of a second later, three large trucks with dozens of tubed barrels on its back stared down at the Reds' lines. With a great and thundering roar, dozens of high explosive rockets smashed through the Socialists lines with a terrible fury, the sound and sights was horrible, terrific thuds, wailing and screaming, the bodies of the dead all mixed to produce a terrible scene. The unorthodox tactic of using a mobile artillery platform as a direct fire weapon proved effective, and devastating... But it would be another two hours before they could fully reload and wire the launchers for another shot... |
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| NRE | Feb 5 2008, 09:19 PM Post #120 |
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July 15 of 20XX Snow Peninsula Applying the pressure "That may have been the exact thing we needed" said Colonel General Mikhail Miloradovich to his lieutenants as they watched the Federalist's unorthodox assault. Though the Russians would probably have never thought of something so daring it was certainly an effective assault maneuver and it now bought the Russians a small window of opportunity. The Socialist's position was a heavily fortified one but the direct assault had now created certain puncture points that the Russians could not try and exploit for their own advantage. Using a secure channel and a code the Federalists were known to know the Russians radioed their plan to try and push into the enemy lines by way of one of the target points. Hoping the message got through so as not to get hit on the next assault, 100,000 soldiers supported with 200 tanks were mobilized and began a push towards the socialists head on. artillery fire was put on double time as the Russians began their charge. With no air support believed to be in route the ground forces would be going it alone. "Come on men, today we charge to victory!" said one soldier, a men at the head of the charge. The Russians came in a wave of Imperial red as they charged forward at the socialists. Though they had hoped that it would come to this sort of tactic, the Socialists were still a bit taken back at the fact that the Russians would actually try it. Now open, the Russians were an easier target that before, with only their great numbers helping them out. With so many to kill it would be difficult to get them all before they hit the fortification line. Still many fell on the initial charge as the Socialists mowed them down with suppression fire. Tanks and anti-soldier vehicles began to fire against the lines of the socialists. Many soldiers would stop, having hauled rocket launchers for most of the charge, they took to one knee and put the pressure point in their sight. Taking a deep breath they pulled their triggers one by one. The screams of the rockets echoed throughout the peninsula as they flew across the battlefield to their destination. Great roars of thunder could be heard when they fell against their target and exploded. When in range, soldiers began to toss grenades without discrimination against the fortified lines. "We've got to bring them down" was the general scream made by anyone who had any breath left from the hard march they had just come off of. Socialist scrambled to the lines and fired upon the Russians relentlessly as they made their way to the fortifications. Many of the time the Russians found an painful end to their journey yet still others used the fortifications to their advantage, finding cover where ever possible. The pressure point was beginning to show stress when the last of the soldiers were drawing closers. With eat yard the tanks got closer, so too did it seem the fortification was ready to come down. Luck it would seem however, was on the socialist's side. Their detail to their defenses would prove much more difficult to crack but the Russians had the sheer determination to give it one hell of a try. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Feb 5 2008, 11:59 PM Post #121 |
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July 15 of 20XX Snow Peninsula Dealing the fatal blow The Federalists were stunned to watch the Russians charge directly into the Socialist fortifications. With the Reds dug in so deep, it would be one fierce and blood soaked battle to take their beachhead. Standing back and observing was simply not an option for the Federalist commander as he bear witness to entire lines of Russians being sawed in half by the Socialist machine-gun fire. He quickly ordered all of his available snipers to take up a line overlooking the socialists, whom were in view but a majority of their small arms being out of range to retaliate, while he ordered his grenadiers and machine-gunners to charge down the shallow banked hill. The Snipers laid down excellent cover fire for both the Federalists and the Russians, allowing the Russians to sigh a breath of relief as the Reds were now facing pressure from two sides. Federal troops were now falling in equal numbers of the Russians, as the two allies thrust their might into breaking the back of the Beachhead that posed a threat to the entire snow peninsula... ____________________________________________________________ ... The Socialist Side ... "God Dammit!" screamed the Colonel, realizing the extreme risk of being overrun by both the assaulting Russians and Federalists. "I want some asses on a pike!" he continued to shout in anger as he stomped up to his radio. The order was given, should the Russians and Federalists breach their lines of defense, they would thrust all of their available manpower into one point in the enemy attack formations in the hopes to break their attackers line and drive a lethal wedge between them... ... But it was very clear, killing tens of thousands of enemies or no, if they didn't get help soon, either from the air or otherwise, it was obvious that they would not survive... |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Feb 13 2008, 08:42 PM Post #122 |
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OOC: NRE, its been over a week since your last post, where the hell are you, man?! I need to get this wrapped up soon... <_< IC: July 19 of 20XX Central Eleytheria The front lines The Federalist lines stood silently at the sight of the less-numbered Socialists to their front. The reds were coming by the droves from the air, but neither side had enough strength to take the fight to the enemy. For now, they were locked in a stalemate whilst both sides scrambled to mobilize their resources to combat the threat at hand. If either Feds or Reds rushed through with their decision making, it could be their downfall. Nobody really knew what the outcome of the war would be, but things were looking dark for the Federalists. However, Andrey knew all too well that if they could not take the big three (The cities with the largest, most well defended fortifications; Gjoa Haven, Taloyok and Kugaaruk,) the Federalists could hold out for a substantially long time. Too long for a clean victory. Whats more, he would need the manpower to take these cities, as casualties would undoubtedly be immense trying to storm the walls, fallen or not. Kugaaruk, the greatest jewel in the North American Arctic circle, could make or break an Empire through defense alone. The question is; To whom will their banner fly over its steeples by wars end? |
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| NRE | Feb 13 2008, 10:25 PM Post #123 |
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OOC: I know, I've recently lost a lot of motivation and I hate just writing stuff for the sake of filling up space. Still, we need to end this... IC: July 19 of 20XX Snow Peninsula Dealing the fatal blow The Russians line was moving, slowly, but still moving by all definition of the word. Like a mighty clamp, the two sides: Russian and Federalist, were closing in on the socialist beachhead. Colonel General Miloradovich was pleased with their progress but still worried over the man power lost to get to their current point. The Russians were simply losing too many men, even with the unquestionable support from Federalist forces, Russian blood was still flowing over the battlefield. "We need a better strategy" thought the CG, but at present it seemed only the unorthodox would work. The Socialists were simply too determined to take the mainland to formulate any sort of by the book tactic. They need a fresh new approach to the age old problem of defeating a beachhead. Still he had to admit to himself that the current strategy was not all that bad. The week point of the Socialist defense was growing less and less effective with each attack. It could very well break at any moment, allowing Russian and Federalist forces to swam into the encampment and take their enemy once and for all. TANKS, that was it, the Russians should use tanks. Quickly the CG organized a small group of five or six tanks and instructed with one simply order, storm the line and don't stop until they were on the other side of the socialist defense. It was a tricky move as the Tanks were larger targets than the Russian foot soldier, but they could also move fast and were far more tough that the soldier as well, not to meant they packed a larger punch. Like race cars at the starting line the tanks were lined up and then given the order to move out. With the throttle down the tanks raced across the battlefield, stunning everyone from the Federalist allies to the socialist enemy. Enemy fire began to light up the battlefield as the socialists were determined to stop this unbelievable sight. swerving in and out to make themselves harder targets, one tank was lost by the second round of enemy fire. Running more on adrenaline now than anything less the tank crews kept pushing, tanking their tanks far beyond the standardized limits. Their target was now mere feet away, whether they made it or not was now if fate's hands. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Feb 13 2008, 11:20 PM Post #124 |
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July 15 of 20XX Snow Peninsula Dealing the fatal blow "FUCK!" the Socialist commander screamed, the Russian tanks plowed through their lines, sending a dozer load of dirt hurling into the air as it pummeled across the trenches and over anyone standing in the way. Quickly, he grabbed his rifle and ordered his men to tighten their lines in their final defensive stand. As the Russian and Federalist onslaught continued to pound their positions, he was annoyed that some of his own men were running through ammunition very quickly without hitting anything. Infuriated, he began shooting his own men that were too inaccurate with his sidearm, telling others to take their ammunition. Fear gripped them as the Federalists and Russians slowly beat them into submission. The commander uttered the words; "I will not die with these cowards," before jumping from the trenches and wildly spraying his gun in the direction of the Federalists before a Russian tanks machine-gun sawed him in half. Suddenly, the gunfire fell silent, and the Socialists all stood up with their arms stretching for the sky. One determined enemy was bad enough, but two working against them was just too much. They only prayed that their captors would show mercy... |
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| Kasnyia | Feb 13 2008, 11:24 PM Post #125 |
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-Highly Secure Transmission to Premier Puzhankov- This war of yours is taking longer than I expected, Andrey. I have many important things to discuss with you. As such, if you would like, I can assist your military campaign. I will send my best commander to lead a task force to get this bloody thing over with. - Gassel OOC- It's been nearly two years in Gassel's timeline since the deal in Australia. |
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