Official War Thread
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No backstory. I'm leaving this to Sai'Kar.
However, I agree that all my planes are returning to the Omen, and Harvey may have control of any of my units except the helicopters should he need it.
However, I agree that all my planes are returning to the Omen, and Harvey may have control of any of my units except the helicopters should he need it.
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Re: Official War Thread
Best Defense is the Best Offense
The Yaskhona airfield was now crawling with mercenary force. The grass fields near the runway were converted into temporary parking lots for the aircrafts and other vehicles. Bulk of the anti-aircraft units were deployed to protect against an aerial attack of Yaskhona. Five C-RAMS were deployed on the perimeter of the airfield from the south west to the north east forming a circle. These were strengthed with eight HUMRAAMS spread through out the airfield pointing in various direction. An S-400 unit also stood amongst them searching for any targets that might be assigned to it. The rest of the anti-aircraft units were either still onboard the X-1000 or were spread in the country side. For now, the Yaskhona airfield was secure from enemy air attack. Camouflage nets, trees and broken buildings were providing adequate protection from being spotted either by sniper teams or satellite overpasses. Except the warplanes, which were quite hard to hide, given their size. The AC-130 gunship was the worst and lay in the open green grass. The two thunderbolts, though big in size, required two camouflage nets each. Coupled with the terrain matching paint job that they had, it was quite hard, though not impossible, to identify the aircraft. If one knew they were looking for a thunderbolt, then they'd find it. The helicopters, however, were easy to hide given their size and ability. Most were partially hiding under trees and slightly distant from the runway itself. They didn't really require the runway as opposed to the thunderbolts, AC-130 gunship and the numerous transport aircrafts that flew in and out.
Best Offense is the Best Offense
X-3 rocked back and forth, as it fired its main gun and the missiles in tandem. This was the first time the destroyer was using its main gun in anger. The gun was aimed directly at the seaport. And the shots were fired without any specific targets in mind. The point was to cause as much damage as possible and render the seaport unuseable. Achieveing that, the next goal of the gun was to point itself in the general direction of the city and open fire. It mattered not if the gun hit a government or a residential building. The explosion and the sound of gunfire was enough to create chaos in the city. And that was the goal, to create chaos. That, and systematic destruction of Makaronan. The city had already lost its power, communication and bulk of fire fighting services. In the second round of attack, it had lost its water-treatment plant and sewage plant, making any drinking water scarce as well as build up of wastes and sewages in the pipelines. Not to mention the effects of the actual sewage being open to air at the plant facility itself. Now the third strike was aimed primarily for greater damage. Ten missiles were preprogrammed to hit large commerical stores, which were most commonly used for groceries and other daily usage items. Another ten were aimed at large banks and gas stations. A further ten missiles were going to be fired within a few minutes, aimed at known factories in the region responsible for construction of weapons, along with oil refineries and important parts production facilities such as steel production. Though not aimed at creating chaos, it was aimed at weakening the nation. Once that salvo was fired, and the gun's goals achieved, X-3 was to turn back and rejoin the group, where it would be resupplied. Its time in this war against the Tokens had come to an end.
One final message - GOOD BYE
"Mother Goose, this is Ghost One."
"Go ahead Ghost One"
"We are ten seconds from launch point."
"Acknowledged."
"This is Ghost One. Firing weapons. Missile is released. Stealth lost."
The F-22 Raptor didn't jerk at all as it released its anti-ground missile payload from its internal stores. For a few seconds the radar station at Rielrar showed a contact extremely close to it. This was the time when the F-22 was releasing its weapons. Then it dissappeared, as the Raptor closed its weapons doors and was back in full stealth mode.
"Weapons delievered."
The weapons glided to earth, aimed directly at the Rielrar airport. First the HARM struck and removed the radar station. That was soon followed by several detonations a few feet above the ground over the runways. And amongst them a few large explosions from the anti-runway BLU-107 Durandal missile, modified to be carried by the Raptor.
The Raptor didn't leave the area yet. It climbed high to its ceiling and waited patiently, still armed with a pair of anti-aircraft missiles in its internal load. Here, it would wait till the inbound Eurofighter finished its task of delievering a bigger payload. The Eurofighter released a DWS-39 missile aimed at the electrical power infrastructure at Rielrar. It then released another missile, this one headed for the airport. That was followed by the release of pair of DWS-39 missile, which headed towards the Rielrar seaport and the industrial sector. That was followed by the drop of one gps-guided MK116 Weteye bomb in the middle of the city. Just prior to hitting their targets, the DWS-39 released its submunitions. The electrical power facility was hit with hundreds of small BLU-114/b "Soft-bombs", while the airport was hit with JP233 antirunway submunition, weakening and destroying it further. The other two DWS-39 opened up to reveal several small BLU-95 fuel/air explosives, aimed at destroying a large percentage of the seaport as well as creating a large smoke, which was hoped to be seen from miles.
With its missiles delievered, the Eurofighter made a dash back to the carrier for reload, followed by the Raptor high above.
Similar strikes, involving one Raptor and one Eurofighter were also conducted in other parts. Dekiru City, Dekinai city, Skoitomashu and Port Jookoo were all hit in the same manner.
That however, was not the end. Two A-10s, flying over Damev, were delievering BLU-116 Advanced Unitary Penetrator bombs. These were around 2,000-pound bombs capable of penetrating very hard targets. And each A-10 was carrying four of these. All of them were dropped on Damev's mountain structures, with the aim of bringing down the mountain under its own weight. Already the previous strikes on Damev had taken a lot of toll, with several landslides and erosions showing the city itself. That was the outside, while the inside was a totally different story. Fires and damages were aplenty. The missile strikes, all aimed at the same point, had created massive damages inside. And with all the heat building up inside the compact area, it was soon going to blow. The mercenaries were just going to help along. And for that purpose, the AC-130 gunship was being currently modified to be able to carry a lethal punch on Damev.
Summary:
Yaskhona
Airfield secured.
Makaronan
It has now lost its power, communications, fire fighting services (first strikes), followed by water-treatment plant, sewage plant and the biggest transportation station (railyway, airport.. your call). 10 missiles aimed at large commercial stores (Safeway type places, or Harrods', where you get your daily grocery as well as daily commodity items). 10 aimed at large banking structures and gas stations. 10 at weapons-production facilities, oil refineries, steel-production plants, etc.. (anything industrial in nature of that magnitude). If you have none of those, then assume they are all targeted towards the bunkers.
The destroyer is firing its gun at the seaport. Random firing to cause significant widespread damage to render it unusable. After that, open firing in the city, with no specific targets. If it hits a government structure or a commercial/residential structure, I don't care.
Rielrar, Dekiru City Dekinai City, Skoitomashu, Port Jookoo
Shot from close range, using total stealth elements (ie, no external weapons on the Raptor), meaning very little time for response.
HARM strike at the airport radar. (other words, anti-radar)
Cluster bomb strike at the airport runway (anti-material, anti-personnel mines)
BLU-107 Durandal missiles at the runway (anti-runway.. makes a big hole, for those unaware)
Shot from Eurofighter (after enemy radar was out), flying high and far from target:
DWS-39 missile (submunitions: BLU-114/b "Soft-bombs") at electrical power facility (anti-electrical stuff).
DWS-39 missile (submunitions: JP233) at the runway (anti-runway)
DWS-39 missile (submunitions: BLU-95 fae) at seaport and industrial sector (if either is not available at the city, then assume the air force base first, followed by army base, followed by general population)
1 MK-116 Weteye bomb: middle of the city. (chemical bomb with sarin nerve agent)
Damev
8 BLU-116 penetrator bombs on damev's base structures.
Other stuff
AC-130 gunship being modified slightly.
X-3 destroyer, which was near Makaronan, is returning back to join the rest of the fleet near the carrier, as the battles with the Tokidoki forces is over and is now time to go join the real fun in Jasonia.
Moves PMed to Judge.
The Yaskhona airfield was now crawling with mercenary force. The grass fields near the runway were converted into temporary parking lots for the aircrafts and other vehicles. Bulk of the anti-aircraft units were deployed to protect against an aerial attack of Yaskhona. Five C-RAMS were deployed on the perimeter of the airfield from the south west to the north east forming a circle. These were strengthed with eight HUMRAAMS spread through out the airfield pointing in various direction. An S-400 unit also stood amongst them searching for any targets that might be assigned to it. The rest of the anti-aircraft units were either still onboard the X-1000 or were spread in the country side. For now, the Yaskhona airfield was secure from enemy air attack. Camouflage nets, trees and broken buildings were providing adequate protection from being spotted either by sniper teams or satellite overpasses. Except the warplanes, which were quite hard to hide, given their size. The AC-130 gunship was the worst and lay in the open green grass. The two thunderbolts, though big in size, required two camouflage nets each. Coupled with the terrain matching paint job that they had, it was quite hard, though not impossible, to identify the aircraft. If one knew they were looking for a thunderbolt, then they'd find it. The helicopters, however, were easy to hide given their size and ability. Most were partially hiding under trees and slightly distant from the runway itself. They didn't really require the runway as opposed to the thunderbolts, AC-130 gunship and the numerous transport aircrafts that flew in and out.
Best Offense is the Best Offense
X-3 rocked back and forth, as it fired its main gun and the missiles in tandem. This was the first time the destroyer was using its main gun in anger. The gun was aimed directly at the seaport. And the shots were fired without any specific targets in mind. The point was to cause as much damage as possible and render the seaport unuseable. Achieveing that, the next goal of the gun was to point itself in the general direction of the city and open fire. It mattered not if the gun hit a government or a residential building. The explosion and the sound of gunfire was enough to create chaos in the city. And that was the goal, to create chaos. That, and systematic destruction of Makaronan. The city had already lost its power, communication and bulk of fire fighting services. In the second round of attack, it had lost its water-treatment plant and sewage plant, making any drinking water scarce as well as build up of wastes and sewages in the pipelines. Not to mention the effects of the actual sewage being open to air at the plant facility itself. Now the third strike was aimed primarily for greater damage. Ten missiles were preprogrammed to hit large commerical stores, which were most commonly used for groceries and other daily usage items. Another ten were aimed at large banks and gas stations. A further ten missiles were going to be fired within a few minutes, aimed at known factories in the region responsible for construction of weapons, along with oil refineries and important parts production facilities such as steel production. Though not aimed at creating chaos, it was aimed at weakening the nation. Once that salvo was fired, and the gun's goals achieved, X-3 was to turn back and rejoin the group, where it would be resupplied. Its time in this war against the Tokens had come to an end.
One final message - GOOD BYE
"Mother Goose, this is Ghost One."
"Go ahead Ghost One"
"We are ten seconds from launch point."
"Acknowledged."
"This is Ghost One. Firing weapons. Missile is released. Stealth lost."
The F-22 Raptor didn't jerk at all as it released its anti-ground missile payload from its internal stores. For a few seconds the radar station at Rielrar showed a contact extremely close to it. This was the time when the F-22 was releasing its weapons. Then it dissappeared, as the Raptor closed its weapons doors and was back in full stealth mode.
"Weapons delievered."
The weapons glided to earth, aimed directly at the Rielrar airport. First the HARM struck and removed the radar station. That was soon followed by several detonations a few feet above the ground over the runways. And amongst them a few large explosions from the anti-runway BLU-107 Durandal missile, modified to be carried by the Raptor.
The Raptor didn't leave the area yet. It climbed high to its ceiling and waited patiently, still armed with a pair of anti-aircraft missiles in its internal load. Here, it would wait till the inbound Eurofighter finished its task of delievering a bigger payload. The Eurofighter released a DWS-39 missile aimed at the electrical power infrastructure at Rielrar. It then released another missile, this one headed for the airport. That was followed by the release of pair of DWS-39 missile, which headed towards the Rielrar seaport and the industrial sector. That was followed by the drop of one gps-guided MK116 Weteye bomb in the middle of the city. Just prior to hitting their targets, the DWS-39 released its submunitions. The electrical power facility was hit with hundreds of small BLU-114/b "Soft-bombs", while the airport was hit with JP233 antirunway submunition, weakening and destroying it further. The other two DWS-39 opened up to reveal several small BLU-95 fuel/air explosives, aimed at destroying a large percentage of the seaport as well as creating a large smoke, which was hoped to be seen from miles.
With its missiles delievered, the Eurofighter made a dash back to the carrier for reload, followed by the Raptor high above.
Similar strikes, involving one Raptor and one Eurofighter were also conducted in other parts. Dekiru City, Dekinai city, Skoitomashu and Port Jookoo were all hit in the same manner.
That however, was not the end. Two A-10s, flying over Damev, were delievering BLU-116 Advanced Unitary Penetrator bombs. These were around 2,000-pound bombs capable of penetrating very hard targets. And each A-10 was carrying four of these. All of them were dropped on Damev's mountain structures, with the aim of bringing down the mountain under its own weight. Already the previous strikes on Damev had taken a lot of toll, with several landslides and erosions showing the city itself. That was the outside, while the inside was a totally different story. Fires and damages were aplenty. The missile strikes, all aimed at the same point, had created massive damages inside. And with all the heat building up inside the compact area, it was soon going to blow. The mercenaries were just going to help along. And for that purpose, the AC-130 gunship was being currently modified to be able to carry a lethal punch on Damev.
Summary:
Yaskhona
Airfield secured.
Makaronan
It has now lost its power, communications, fire fighting services (first strikes), followed by water-treatment plant, sewage plant and the biggest transportation station (railyway, airport.. your call). 10 missiles aimed at large commercial stores (Safeway type places, or Harrods', where you get your daily grocery as well as daily commodity items). 10 aimed at large banking structures and gas stations. 10 at weapons-production facilities, oil refineries, steel-production plants, etc.. (anything industrial in nature of that magnitude). If you have none of those, then assume they are all targeted towards the bunkers.
The destroyer is firing its gun at the seaport. Random firing to cause significant widespread damage to render it unusable. After that, open firing in the city, with no specific targets. If it hits a government structure or a commercial/residential structure, I don't care.
Rielrar, Dekiru City Dekinai City, Skoitomashu, Port Jookoo
Shot from close range, using total stealth elements (ie, no external weapons on the Raptor), meaning very little time for response.
HARM strike at the airport radar. (other words, anti-radar)
Cluster bomb strike at the airport runway (anti-material, anti-personnel mines)
BLU-107 Durandal missiles at the runway (anti-runway.. makes a big hole, for those unaware)
Shot from Eurofighter (after enemy radar was out), flying high and far from target:
DWS-39 missile (submunitions: BLU-114/b "Soft-bombs") at electrical power facility (anti-electrical stuff).
DWS-39 missile (submunitions: JP233) at the runway (anti-runway)
DWS-39 missile (submunitions: BLU-95 fae) at seaport and industrial sector (if either is not available at the city, then assume the air force base first, followed by army base, followed by general population)
1 MK-116 Weteye bomb: middle of the city. (chemical bomb with sarin nerve agent)
Damev
8 BLU-116 penetrator bombs on damev's base structures.
Other stuff
AC-130 gunship being modified slightly.
X-3 destroyer, which was near Makaronan, is returning back to join the rest of the fleet near the carrier, as the battles with the Tokidoki forces is over and is now time to go join the real fun in Jasonia.
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Re: Official War Thread
Summary: the Z.M. Alfons II and Z.M. de Bourbon make it to Enhasa with the rest of the ships, but are damaged. Three helicopters got shot down, along with 3 fighters. Furthermore, Max has some kind of funny dream.Somewhere between Ardy's Reach and Enhasa
Max woke up. He did not sleep for a long time, when he commanded the fleet against the Omen. It seemed like he experienced a funny dream of some sort. In his dreams he saw flying Eagles, reflecting the sun. They were so shiny, they were almost like made out of... gold... The Eagles flew over some islands and spread their wings. Their wings grew and grew and grew so large, they covered all of the islands...
When Max looked in the mirror he saw in his own eyes what happened the previous week: he defended Redoubt Island well, but his feeling just said he was defeated in battle. Somehow, Max couldn't feel right about leaving the coasts of Ardy's Reach. He rather wanted to fight and die, than to escape and live. He felt like he left his pride behind and buried it along with his airplanes. However, his mission was to defend Redoubt Island, not to send the Omen to the dungeons of death. There was one thing Max thought was higher than pride: loyalty. Loyalty to his mission and loyalty to Batavia. A servant came in. Max whispered to himself: "bátÃvieju sal teut hud eindu van du wÉruld bleiven bustÃn." The servant looked up, confused. "What did you just say, Sir?" he asked Max. "Err... just something in the old Batavian language. Didn't anyone teach you stuff about that?" Max was rather annoyed.
"Well, servant, do you have any information on what happened the past hours?" Max asked.
"Yes, Sir! However, I must tell you that you have not been away for a few hours. It was more like twenty hours."
"Err... okay. So, tell me what happened."
"Well, we had several attacks by torpedoes. Fighters attacked our small airforce. The torpedoes added some small damages to the subs. They now both have two leaky compartments. We believe there were some men in those compartments, so you might want that to be counted. Anyway, that enemy airforce just made us 3 helicopters and 3 fighters lighter."
"Right. There's nothing we can do about it now, can we?
"No, Sir."
"Err... It was a rhetorical question..."
A few hours later
"Enhasa in sight!" A sailor yelled.
OOC: I added some losses. Nicholas, I hope this will comfort you more or less and that this compensates some of the losses you thought of as too low.
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24 Hour Rule
38 Missiles fired at the Omen. 30 are destroyed by its anti-missile defences.
8 get through. They strike it on the side north eastern face. 4 Long Range lasers are knocked out, 6 of the shorter range lasers are knocked out and the hangar bay is slightly damaged as a result of the attack. Its hull is breached and the area is depressurising.
38 Missiles fired at the Omen. 30 are destroyed by its anti-missile defences.
8 get through. They strike it on the side north eastern face. 4 Long Range lasers are knocked out, 6 of the shorter range lasers are knocked out and the hangar bay is slightly damaged as a result of the attack. Its hull is breached and the area is depressurising.
In Battle; Unbeatable.
In Victory; Unbearable.
In Victory; Unbearable.
Re: Official War Thread
I literally had to dig through the pages to figure out where these missile strikes were, and found them in a summary of a post that had absolutely nothing to do with firing missiles. I'm not saying I don't accept the losses, but good Lord man, shouldn't the storytelling have at least something to do with the action? The post made no mention of actual location so I'm just taking it on faith that you were in range to launch those missiles at me, and I don't see why I should have to accept that on faith alone."Ouch," someone said as the missiles impacted. "Guess a few got through our defenses."
Also, are all units completely invisible in recwars? Moving constantly to secret locations to barrage a target with dozens of missiles only to vanish mysteriously afteward is a bit hard to swallow in an age where every country and their mother has a few dozen satellites focused on the entire region. I was under the impression secret moves were for things you could be reasonably assured to keep secret, like a group of commandos infltrating under cover or a fleet of submerged submarmines, but entire fleets of battleships making secret moves seems in blatent violation of the spirit and only seems to serves the idea of deprive the other players of the extremely small bit of information we have about where a game with dozens of players. It's is starting to feel a bit like playing a game of Monopoly blindfolded where only a couple people actually understand the rules. Maybe that's a good tactic in actual combat, but since we have to play God a bit here and define our own realities, the players need to know as much as possible so they can have their characters react properly based on their own limited perceptions.
I'm not making an official judicial complaint about it yet, but it's getting a bit much.
Summary: the Omen makes a secret move to an unknown location.
I'm kidding, of course, but you'd be within your rights to wtf me if I wasn't.
My actual post at some point in the future continuing the onboard drama.
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Re: Official War Thread
A mix of sand and water washed around the nun’s feet as they waded through the surf and found themselves confronted with a small Batavian village. “What’s this place called?†Mother Superior Lavigne demanded of her Sisters, none of whom knew the answer. She paused for a moment and regarded the place, a few houses clustered around a village hall met her eyes and she wondered why it’d been chosen as a landing site. However having concluded that the reasoning was irrelevant to her cause, Mother Superior Lavigne held aloft a staff bearing the cross of Christ and marched up the beach and onto the high ground above. “Halt!†a guard shouted in warning as the procession of nuns reached the outskirts of the village, however Mother Lavigne paid no heed and marched through the defences along the villages main road towards the village hall whereupon she came across a sight that made her stomach churn uncomfortably.
“Cut them down†Lavigne said calmly, referring to two men who were tied to wooden poles; their heads bearing the scars of the execution. Four sisters rushed forward and before long the two men laid side by side in the middle of the road, their eyes closing at the gentle touch of the Mother Superior’s fingers. The last rites having been administered, Mother Superior Lavigne ordered two guards to dig graves for the men, although initially reluctant the two soldiers rapidly grew to be enthusiastic about their task when Lavigne glared at them in a way which implied they didn’t want to know the results of disobedience. A crowd of Nova English soldiers gathered to watch the huddle of nuns lower the bodies into their shallow graves, while inside the village hall the remaining inhabitants of the village watched the proceeds through the windows in silence.
Within a few hours of the nun’s arrival the two men were buried with the ashes of their flag and the nuns bustled into the village hall where they treated the ill and fed the population who gratefully received their compassion. Mother Superior Lavigne meanwhile made her way to the village church; little more than a thatched shed in which the locals were hatched, matched and dispatched by the now absent parish priest. The great chair, normally reserved for the bishop, was dragged into a prominent position before the altar and Mother Superior Lavigne sat back and awaited what she thought would be the imminent arrival of the King; although she knew not how His Serene Majesty would react to their intrusion.
Summary: the SCMC St Helena has arrived off the coast of the Nova English operations base on Redoubt Island. Nuns under the charge of Mother Superior Lavigne have landed, buried the two executed gentlemen and are tending the needs of the villagers within the village hall. Mother Superior Lavigne is sat in the parish church waiting for the King or his representative to appear.
“Cut them down†Lavigne said calmly, referring to two men who were tied to wooden poles; their heads bearing the scars of the execution. Four sisters rushed forward and before long the two men laid side by side in the middle of the road, their eyes closing at the gentle touch of the Mother Superior’s fingers. The last rites having been administered, Mother Superior Lavigne ordered two guards to dig graves for the men, although initially reluctant the two soldiers rapidly grew to be enthusiastic about their task when Lavigne glared at them in a way which implied they didn’t want to know the results of disobedience. A crowd of Nova English soldiers gathered to watch the huddle of nuns lower the bodies into their shallow graves, while inside the village hall the remaining inhabitants of the village watched the proceeds through the windows in silence.
Within a few hours of the nun’s arrival the two men were buried with the ashes of their flag and the nuns bustled into the village hall where they treated the ill and fed the population who gratefully received their compassion. Mother Superior Lavigne meanwhile made her way to the village church; little more than a thatched shed in which the locals were hatched, matched and dispatched by the now absent parish priest. The great chair, normally reserved for the bishop, was dragged into a prominent position before the altar and Mother Superior Lavigne sat back and awaited what she thought would be the imminent arrival of the King; although she knew not how His Serene Majesty would react to their intrusion.
Summary: the SCMC St Helena has arrived off the coast of the Nova English operations base on Redoubt Island. Nuns under the charge of Mother Superior Lavigne have landed, buried the two executed gentlemen and are tending the needs of the villagers within the village hall. Mother Superior Lavigne is sat in the parish church waiting for the King or his representative to appear.
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Re: Official War Thread
Summary: structures of Damev have fallen.Air recon passed through the smoke rising into the nights air. from their vantage point Damev burned the city had been reduced to little more than the ruins that lied such a small distance away.
Summary: Port of Sails destroyed.The Sea was red and wreakage was piling up across the shore. there was no longer a port in Port of Sails
Summary: Yashkona is in ruins. but this city is large and has many places that you have no knowledge about. also though you captured the airfield it is strangely devoid of fuel as is the rest of the city. guess you'll need your own. not that i think it will do anything I'm just not giving you any freebies.Yashkona Not everyone had been so lucky as to escape below the ground and some buildings still stood luckily it seemed the mercenaries had desired these lands. And they could have them but they would get only the land.
The dark figure stood alone in the dimly lit room working quickly at a computer.
"Pass code" the computer suddenly spoke
"Ham-time" replied the figure
"Welcome sir. what can i do for you?"
"Divert the fuel supply from the city and surrounding facilities to storage quadrant sabre. Once that is complete execute command order Armageddon on the the cities control systems."
"Authorization command" the computer asked in its emotionless tone.
"Two sides to every coin" the strange man turned and walked down another dark corridor.
"Command excepted. Goodbye sir" and with that the computer began to spark and then exploded in a small ball of flame.
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Summary: Backstory concerning Nuns and Further defences are set up...Batavian Village
120km North East from Enhasa
Besecan stormed in to the tiny church, almost ripping the weak wooden door from its hinges he started snarling as he aggressively made his way to the Mother Superior. Josephus dashed in and was forced to use all his strength to push the raging Besecan into one of the Pulpits whilst a couple of Besecan’s Bodyguards attempted to hold him down.
Josephus stared at the Nun then turned back towards Besecan ‘Sergeant Take the Colonel to his quarters and have him calm himself down!’ He panted still somewhat out of breath from the minor scuffle. Josephus then calmly made his way back down towards the Mother Superior, anger almost filled his interior completely yet he was able to conceal though only due to his upmost devotion to God.
‘By what right do you have waltzing into a restricted military base? You do realise that you could have single handily compromised the whole operations and mean that there could be many more widows in the fatherland all for the plight of a few simple Eliscalaeod (Foreigners)!’ Josephus had broken into a pace as he marched across the room unknowing how to handle the situation as he waited for the Nun’s reply.
Outside was a different story, Nova English are known for their absolute undying devotion to God and the Christian cause but the one thing that they hated was people interrupting their work and questioning their morals. Which by all means are somewhat loose and few but in the eyes of the average Nova English soldier they are simple soldiers of God and believe that what bad they do is all for a reason and an objective to the lord almighty. Therefore the only moral they have is honour and the almost fanatic devotion to the fatherland’s protection.
Earlier on during the funeral of the two Batavian dissidents men spoke to each other in hushed voices about their anger and the humiliation that had been caused. When the two bodies were being carried across the turret of a nearby R-08 Tank slowly tracked its progress almost waiting for one of the bodies to flinch just so the gunner had an excuse to fire. In ways the Nuns were somewhat lucky that the highest echelon of Militant Christianity in the Nova English Military the ‘Brotherhood of the Holy Lance’ hadn’t caught wind of the situation otherwise they would have wiped out the village and excommunicated the Nuns for getting in the way of God’s work.
However all was at peace thanks to the efforts of Josephus and the newly established patrols by the Praetoriani Guard under the orders of the King they had been told to guard the Nuns from any attacks or even Jeers by the angry soldiers. Besecan meanwhile sat on a stool that was inside the villages inn which was now under the control of a couple of Officers from the 5th Cavalry Battalion. His downed some of his ale in a partial attempt to wash away his thoughts on solving the Nun problem and getting back to the real situation at hand. He had the Iuldor Weard continue their reinforcement of the village with a couple of tanks from the 5th Battalion blocking up the tight roads inside the village whilst defensive buildings started to appear with in the Sandbag/Building/Tank Wall that now cut off the main part of the village from elsewhere.
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Summary: Andreas solves the item problem. Din is also appointed an Officer of the Crown like Lucifer. The mercenaries should pray the Tokians get the items back before Andreas has to (Dark Watchers are already searching ...). Andreas and Frederick are in Melangia, btw, renting a room under false names in order to search for Sakat.This time, Andreas was in Melangia. He intended to locate Sakat, and didn't intend Sakat to know before he got there. He was also keeping tabs on the progress of the war. Frederick and Caspian were with him, just in case. He had come to Melangia inconspicuosly .... if one of either of the three of them's races is ever inconspicuous. They'd done what they could to render more obvious features hidden. But they were still taller than anyone else there. And that had made it difficult to rent a room under an assumed name. In the end, they'd decided to pretend they were from Raynor Isles, and sent Caspian to make the booking. His face was least known publicly, and for good reason. Andreas was also careful to avoid any standing water - for Sakat could be anywhere, anytime from the present to his birth - but only where there was water. He could never tread on land, save on the shore. And this was anything but a beach holiday.
The room they were renting was small, but suitable for their needs. It contained an en-suite, two bunk beds, and a desk. It was upon the desk that Andreas had unrolled the Anunia Convention. He was scouring it, hoping for some solution to their current predicament, beyond the obvious one. Though sending the Dark Watchers in had seemed a good idea at the time, it now, he knew, would draw too many protests to be done effectively, and the last thing he wanted was to have to legally return the stuff. It appeared the only thing left was to trust to Tokians to recover it (his offer of officership had been granted to Din Arran and his men as well), but Andreas wanted something more certain.
He spluttered as he read section II.C, spilling mango juice over the Charter.
"What is it, M'Lord?" Frederick asked.
"The answer to our prayers, Frederick," he said. "Have a read of Section II. C to yourself."
Frederick duitifully took the scroll and read it. Caspian muttered something to clean the juice off, and then glanced over Frederick's shoulder to read also.
"A declaration of war must also contain acceptable outcomes in terms of real assets lost or gained. Nations can choose to engage in Convention wars without any actual results or can choose to gamble territory, currency, or some other incentive upon the outcome," Frederick read. "I don't see how that helps us. This is talking about land and stuff. We've already agreed that the Nelagan or Maraguoan side win the islands. In fairness to the Mercenaries, no wonder they're looting - unless their employers are willing to pay, they won't get a cent from winning."
"But read the next bit," Caspian said, being faster on the uptake.
"Where the real asset losses are not defined at the start of the war, no assets can be lost based on the outcome of the war unless the losing nation agrees," Frederick read. "That just means that he can't keep the land he's captured in Toketi unless they agree, and fat chance of that."
"Real assets is more than land, Frederick," Caspian suggested. "A military unit, say, would be a real asset."
"That would include a captured unit," Andreas added. "Prisoners of war have to be returned, for example. Anything that tangibly lasts after the war - anything that doesn't return things to the way it is before the war began - that's a real asset."
"So we can return destruction to the Mercenaries?" Frederick said, still confused.
"No, not that," Andreas said. "But, legally, they have to return anything real they stole to us ..."
"You mean like ... plans for Tokian units?" Frederick said slowly.
"Exactly," Andreas replied. "Unless, of course, the Tokian Government agrees to let them keep it. And loses the war. What do you think are the chances of both those events coinciding?"
"Well, Balgurd, the Gralan Hell with it's gates to the north, on the icefloes, and that Ifrean Hell place with an entrance on the Istvanistani isles," Frederick began. "When all three of them freeze over, then you'd have as much chance as there is of intelligence appearing out of random non-living matter."
Andreas smiled. "Exactly. Legally, these Mercenaries cannot retain military units or plans thereof after the war. A few stolen civilian trinkets, sure. But units, or plans thereof, provide a real and concrete military advantage in future ... and so must be a real asset. These mercenaries have been waving the Convention in our face thus far, refusing to let the non-orbatted units at Toketi fight them. Now we can do the same."
"Mind you, these'd be the sort to drop the Convention the moment the war's over, and not return it," Frederick observed.
"Of course, once the Convention's dropped, we're allowed to use magic," Andreas replied. "And I think Caspian has perfected the method required to remove plans and military units without non-magical forces being able to possibly retaliate. I doubt they'll be able to get a Tokian or Novatainian tradition to side with him after the thoughtless carnage they've wreaked."
"And if they did, they'd be no match for a Lord of Magic," Caspian added.
"So we're agreed then, gentlemen," Andreas said. "If the Tokians do not recover the military units and plans taken by conventional means during the conflict (and by Sakat I hope they do), then we will demand their legal return under the power of the Anunia Convention. If the mercenaries refuses, we will hunt them down magically and recover them ourselves. Whatever the outcome, they will not end up with Tokian tech."
"And of course, we shouldn't tell them this now," Frederick added. "We wouldn't want them working around it."
"No, we shouldn't," Andreas agreed. "They might remember a few things, and we can't take that back, but we can ensure they no longer have detailed knowledge. A job well done, I think."
"M'Lord, permission to track the stolen equipment now?" Caspian asked. "It'll be easier to find now, than trying to do it later - if they don't have Durium, that is."
"Permission granted," Andreas replied. "But you are not to be seen, not to be heard, not to be noticed, until such time as this war is over and your services are required ... or the Tokians recover the tech and nothing more need be done."
Caspian laughed. "What do you take the Dark Watchers for? The ODS?" With that, he was gone.
"Well, that leaves you and me, Frederick," Andreas said. He was still beaming after that breakthrough - the tension of days was lifting.
"We still have to find Sakat," Frederick replied. Andreas' smile faded somewhat.
"Still, Sakat I know," Andreas said. "He won't maliciously try to double cross me."
From the shore, several kilometres away, a single tentacle broke the water lightly, and then returned to the deeps ...
Andreas
"He showed up three or four years ago and accidentally took over the micronational world by being way more competent and enthusiastic than everyone else. Now he sort of rules us all, but it's a benevolent sort of thing, as far as we know."
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"He showed up three or four years ago and accidentally took over the micronational world by being way more competent and enthusiastic than everyone else. Now he sort of rules us all, but it's a benevolent sort of thing, as far as we know."
~Scott Alexander
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Re: Official War Thread
Mother Superior Lavigne shook her head In pity as she saw Besecan being dragged from the building, “Satan is hard at work here, he fills men with rage such as the demons of hell possess†she thought to herself. Her attention then turned to a well-built gentleman strolling towards her; the sun glinting of a gold band on his helmet, the Mother Superior slowly lowered her aging body from the throne and kneeled to the approaching monarch. Lavigne listened intently to the King as he criticised her actions and waited for a few moments to ensure he had completely finished before replying, “Sire, the St Charles’ Medical Corps respects your right to do as you will with your soldiers and in no way do we question your authority. However, with all due respect, My Lord, I see God in the eyes of every man and child, every life is precious to God, whatever the circumstances. Therefore we cannot stand idly-by while God’s children suffer at your hands. You ask by what authority we come here? We come in the name of the Lord, “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the sons of God.†The fruit of contempt for your fellow man, Sire, is contempt being cast upon yourself; I do not pretend to know the designs of your presence here, but I know of the suffering of the people who prayed to the same God as you and I within these four walls. When man suffers his soul calls out around the world, we in the sisterhood answer that call and shall continue to do so lest you force us from your presence.â€
With that the Mother Superior attempted to lift herself back onto her chair, however her body failed her and she fell once more to her knees; her hands clasped together before her and her eyes sealed firmly as if in prayer.
The Mother Superior has a bit of a rant then is too old to get up from her bow before the King.
With that the Mother Superior attempted to lift herself back onto her chair, however her body failed her and she fell once more to her knees; her hands clasped together before her and her eyes sealed firmly as if in prayer.
The Mother Superior has a bit of a rant then is too old to get up from her bow before the King.
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The Book of Backstory, Chapter III (Chapter I, Chapter II)
She and I were married six months later in a ceremony in Tala, and once again I was caught in the borderlands. Trained and sanctified as a Prophet of Yaanek, but barred from a profession that strictly enforced celibacy, my case was as far as anyone knew unprecedented. The ecclesiastic leadership of the Oracle couldn't decide among themselves whether to shun me, pity me, or view me as part of a Divine Plan. Most others took the safe route and shunned me as a breaker of religious vows.
Who knows how I might have taken it had I not been delirious with happiness the whole while? Ah yes, my new wife. Her name was Marika, and she was from Edwardsbane upon Redoubt Island in what had once been the legendary Flying Islands of Jasonia. Like many of the people of those islands, she worshipped Meskan, God of Enlightenment, and it was in a Temple of Meskan of a particular Shirerithian sect that she had first seen the brilliant geometric patterns of Hyperborean art. She earned a scholarship to study the style in Hyperborea, learned some halting accented Kalasperelin, and moved to Tala to work in the university there.
I had few relatives, and the scandal of my resignation as a prophet was still making whispers across Raikoth, so we returned to Edwardsbane for the wedding. During our honeymoon, we visited the Big Island, Nelaga, and made love for the first time in the waterfalls of Sai'Por. The great mountain had a majesty I had formerly sensed only in Yaanek, but unlike Yaanek it seemed lifeless and inert, a mere benevolent observer rather than a participant in the life upon its slopes. The three weeks I spent on the Big Island were the happiest of my life, and it was with regret that we returned to Hyperborea.
Back home, I caught the eye of the Prince-Elder, Yyiji Tonkothion, who had heard the scandal surrounding me and admitted in private that he needed someone who could speak to spirits without any connection to the established priesthood. I quickly became a private oracle to the government of Raikoth, and Marika graduated and got a job doing the art she loved so well.
Nine months after our marriage, we had our first and only child. Marika was in Tala's lone Temple of Meskan, trying to replicate the pattern that had first caught her eyes so many years ago in Redoubt, when it happened. There was no time to bring her to a hospital. She called for me, and I rushed to the temple, and I was there when Marika, exhausted but happy, first looked upon the girl and told me she would be named for the spot where she had been conceived. Thus did she become Nelaga Marikion.
My Nele.
Summary: Mostly backstory, yet again. Everyone's quite pleased at having participated in a successful air battle, but they really don't know where to go from here. They're keeping themselves ready and well-defended but not making any further moves. A few people with archaeological training are going to explore a tunnel exposed by the falling river levels."In Shinomai-to-Come, where all that divides us is burned away, we shall beg their forgiveness, and they shall forgive us."
There was silence as Aere finished. She had insisted on a funeral honoring the dead bomber pilots, and the rest of Apple had gone along with her. Grape's recognition of the recent minor victory was less solemn - their lotters had given out extra rations and held an impromptu party.
General Scussion was more sympathetic to Grape. After weeks of being bombed, battered by artillery, and then marginalized to an irrelevant theater of the conflict, the Paladins needed a victory, however minor, to keep them going. The destruction of the Toketan bombers by Batavian fighters had been that victory.
Now, with news coming in that the Omen had badly damaged the Batavian naval forces that might have relieved them, they would need a morale boost more than ever. Apple's choice to mourn the enemy pilots as if they'd been Shirerithian was baffling under those circumstances, but he knew better than to interfere with the traditions of an established unit, whether they were something simple like a badge or something complex like an entire philosophy.
The only good news in a flood of bad: the legendary Extreme unit had concluded their retaliatory campaign against Toketi (successfully, of course) and was headed toward Nelaga itself. And rumors went that a Lovely fleet was fast approaching with a Southern vyuitere capable of maintaining its integrity in the warm southern climate. Both were worth their weight in gold in terms of keeping the men here going.
So much for the micromanagement of the unit's morale. As for the broader situation, things were a mess. They'd retreated away from their trenches to the center of the island, well out of the way of Novan artillery, but the river wasn't going to divert itself, and unless the ground situation changed they were stuck on Provos. Tephi had retreated from public view and put him in immediate command of the unit, and the Ministry of Military Affairs in Shirekeep continued to stonewall him and renege on its original promises of imperial-level support for the war.
He had no plan. His idea to lure the Nelagan bombers into a trap had been the last of his good ideas. There was no way to effect a river crossing without unacceptable casualties, and there was nowhere to go once they were on the other side of the river.
It all depended on the naval battles raging around the island. If the Maraguans controlled the local seas, the way to Bryden, Thassala Bone, or even Nova Kajar would become merely a long bet rather than suicide.
"Excuse me," asked a young man. "General Scussion? Tephi-nomai said to come to you."
"Yes?" asked Scussion in his best Kalasperelin. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm Sorri Prinion. One of the engineers who was working on the river diversion scheme. I used to do work with an archaeological dig over in Istvanistan. I'm still involved with the archaeology community a little. This posting was sort of a dream come true, with Jasonia's amazing history and all. I've already written a paper on some of the stuff we found while digging fortifications. Not that there's anywhere to publish it yet. But I'm keeping it for when we get back to Tala."
Scussion waited for him to get to the point.
"General, as you know, we were digging to try to divert the river. The Novans scuttled that plan by flooding the trench prematurely, leading to only a slight drop in the level of the Provos River. Useless militarily. But we took some surveys, just to confirm our original calculations and try to figure out where to go from there. And, sir, there are tunnels leading into the newly exposed riverbank. We think that the water level was lower during the past, and that the tunnels might be flooded ruins.
Scussion's ears perked up. "Wait. These could lead under the river? We could get across without having to deal with the Novans at all?!"
Sorri looked sheepish. "Sorry, sir. The tunnels clearly lead back in the direction of Nang. They're militarily useless, and they'd probably be mostly flooded anyway. The reason I'm saying this is...now that they're exposed, anything in them is liable to decay pretty quickly. This is probably our only opportunity to see what's inside them."
"You're asking me to authorize an archaeological expedition in a war zone during a war?" asked Scussion, incredulously.
"Yes sir. We all know that this unit's not going anywhere until the naval battle is resolved. And we wouldn't be doing our duty if we let priceless artifacts go to waste just because of the political exigencies of the moment."
"Uh, what kind of Jasonian artifacts do you expect to find in waterlogged tunnels anyway?"
"Sir, we don't think the tunnels are Jasonian. Old maps of the FIoJ show the river at around its current level. We think these are pre-Jasonian. From the time before Nelaga separated from the other islands.
"Pre-Jasonian? What was here pre-Jasonian?" demanded Scussion.
"That's something I think would be worth finding out," replied Prinion. "I'd only need about a dozen men and a little equipment. Nothing vital to the war effort. Think about what it would do for our morale, to know we're doing something worthwhile here other than serving as a target for bombers or as bait for a trap for bombers or otherwise getting bombed."
Dick Scussion stood and thought about it. "Ask Tephi. See what he says."
"He says to ask you."
The General sighed. "Okay. Dig into the tunnel if you must. Just don't approach the banks of the river when the Novans are watching, don't do anything to get yourself killed, and I want full reports on anything you discover of military value."
Sorri beamed and shook Scussion's hand. "Thank you, sir!" he said. "We'll make Nelacha Task Force go down in history! Well, in the history of archaeology. Which is rather less widely read, but involves less injury and death than the other sorts. Well, rather less." He ran off.
"Tunnels," snorted Scussion, derisively. "If only he could find five cruisers and a wing of stealth aircraft down there, THEN we'd be in business." He wandered off, still fantasizing about a just world where he had vastly more military equipment.
OOC: Jeremy & Joseph, I'm quite enjoying your stuff. Andreas, don't know where you're going, but will probably enjoy it as long as it doesn't screw up my plans. You, me, and Harvey should chat tomorrow if we can all get together.
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Illustrious Founder of the MCS, and sometime Special Cartographer
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Re: Official War Thread
Summary: Mainly backstory, my moves will be pm'd to the judge. I hope no one minds me using magic in the backstory, it's the essence of my character. I promise it won't influence the war in any way, shape or form.The attackers were gone by the time DÃn Arrán arrived at the capital to find a very irritable King.
"Sorry I'm a bit late, anything I can do?" he asked which received him a very irritable glare.
"You haven't exactly proven yourself resourceful in past wars" Prodigy muttered
The former duke raised a finger "Correction. I have not been resourceful in non-magical wars."
"Which this just happens to be!" the king roared then sighed, looking very tired "If you want to do something useful, find the dog that causing all this mess..."
A loud rumble and crash caused them to both move to look out one of the palace windows. A building hit by the recent attack had just crumbled, burying any left inside alive.
A fierce heat caused Prodigy to glance over to DÃn, then moved back to avoid being burned by DÃn's hair, which had burst into an inferno.
"With pleasure" His hair may have been on fire, but DÃn Arrán's voice and eyes were as cold as the deepest levels of Hell.
Re: Official War Thread
Summary: Here are my casualties for the attack on Rielrar. I'm really have no way of stopping the attack, but, given the point that the attacks were focused on the city and not at my forces who were deployed on the outskirts, losses should not be too bad. Also, considering it is the capital, there are multiple defensive structures to seek shelter in.There were screams. Screams of horror, screams of agony.
The city of Rielrar lit up, illuminating the dark night sky.
Losses:
1 Bomber (From the attack on the air field)
10 Venom Armored vehicles that were caught in the city
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OOC: Din - small uses of magic in backstory by non-combat troops is legal.
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"He showed up three or four years ago and accidentally took over the micronational world by being way more competent and enthusiastic than everyone else. Now he sort of rules us all, but it's a benevolent sort of thing, as far as we know."
~Scott Alexander
"He showed up three or four years ago and accidentally took over the micronational world by being way more competent and enthusiastic than everyone else. Now he sort of rules us all, but it's a benevolent sort of thing, as far as we know."
~Scott Alexander
Re: Official War Thread
My troops deploy in Praygulinia.
My entire infantry sets up a guard around my deployed T-Hawk systems
My T-Hawk systems are spread out through the city of Praygulinia
My T-Hawk systems fire a total of 600 missiles per type of missile at Extreme's fleet (off the cost of Makaronan)
My T-Hawks also fire a total of 200 missiles of Alpha and Theta types (100 missiles each) at Extreme's base in Yaskhona.
Missiles fired at both targets will be taking advantage of tomahawk accuracy so as to hit critical areas on the targets (air strips, fuel cells, ect.)
My entire infantry sets up a guard around my deployed T-Hawk systems
My T-Hawk systems are spread out through the city of Praygulinia
My T-Hawk systems fire a total of 600 missiles per type of missile at Extreme's fleet (off the cost of Makaronan)
My T-Hawks also fire a total of 200 missiles of Alpha and Theta types (100 missiles each) at Extreme's base in Yaskhona.
Missiles fired at both targets will be taking advantage of tomahawk accuracy so as to hit critical areas on the targets (air strips, fuel cells, ect.)