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.Batavian Village
120km North East from Enhasa
Sithric grimaced as his injured arm banged into the doorway as he stepped into the King’s office. It had been days since the SOE officer had left the camp with his team in order to find out what had happened to the Omen. But the information had cost most of the five man team’s lives, mind all died in the service of the Fatherland which was a fine enough honour for Sithric. ‘My Lord’ Sithric began ‘The Omen has opened fire upon the city of Ardy’s Reach’ Sithric coughed and grimaced once again ‘The city is practically all on fire and only I and Sergeant Lucius survived thanks to us being in the outskirts of the city watching the Omen!’ Josephus clasped his cap and lowered it onto the desk in front of him.
‘Sithric, Is there any reason as to why this has so randomly occurred?’ Replied Josephus
‘Aye sir, we received communications from Novatanian Paratroopers that escaped the ship and informed all allies of the situation aboard’ Sithric put his hand into his pocket and fished around until he pulled out a small notebook ‘Yes the Novatanians said that a power struggle had occurred onboard causing some sort of hostile party to gain control’.
Josephus instantly stood up with a great look of frustration ‘And now we have a potentially hostile craft looming around this bloody island!’ Josephus paced up and down as he tried to figure out what to do ‘What about the previous leader of them was he executed?’
Sithric once again peered down at his notes ‘According to Lucius he reported seeing a few parachutes landing outside the city before the attack commenced...I have no idea who they are but from what we have intercepted their original commander had never been executed!’
‘In that case see if we can get Lucius to investigate the parachute landing zone if anything turns bad we’ll have the JAS Gripens on standby!’ Ordered Josephus
‘Yes my lord!’ Replied Sithric almost instantaneously ‘Should I have the commanders put their men at full alert, considering the enemy risk?’
‘Yes of course if that ship starts to creep towards us I want a full naval and air barrage!’
Civilian Jeep
4km East from Ardy’s Reach
Lucius stopped the Jeep and opened its door as it closed again he zipped up his jacket in order to cover up his holstered G36 Covert. Considering the time of day it was eerily dark due to the mass of black smoke that was hovering in the air. He pulled out a pair of binoculars from his rucksack and began to search the landscape of any further evidence leading to the mystery parachutists. A slight glint of white in an otherwise overgrown field caught his attention. ‘Shit! That must be one of the parachutes....’ He said to himself. Lucius then franticly looked for the nearest road to the field before dashing straight back to his Jeep.
As he got inside he placed his weapon by his side before starting the engine. The jeep kicked up a trail of ash and dust as it drove fast across the tight Batavian countryside roads. Lucius meanwhile kept an eye out for the people that could possibly help stop the Omen
Summary:....Backstory with a Nova English Special Operations Executive NCO attempting to find the Omen crew (I.e Harvey etc...)
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Backdated to before the destruction of Ardy's Reach. Will deal with that next post.
Those people with whom I am working on backstory will be happy to know I don't expect the evacuation to alter backstory plans much.
Summary: Archaeologists discover something interesting. Evacuation to begin ASAP, with various precautions to ensure secrecy and safety. I am still awaiting a judge's decision on the results of Longbow's infiltration attempt, and will start writing the evacuation as soon as I have that.The mood was grim in the council of war. Tephi was out of bed now, but he still looked like a walking corpse from his recent sickness. Tiethi sported a scar on his face where he had been hit by shrapnel from a bomb. They had all been lucky, though. They were still alive.
"Total casualties over the past week have been 1,811," said Scussion. "804 from Grape and 1007 from Apple. Due to a miscommunication with the Batavians, we were unable to mobilize fighter support at first, and by the time fighters arrived, they reported use of stronger fighters by the Toketans and chose to withdraw. Sir," he said, turning to Tephi "Lord Montague of Lovely has offered to evacuate us, and I've told him yes. We can no longer fulfill our charge of defending this island."
Tephi sighed. "And thus another thousand score people fall under the yoke of those who have done this to us."
"Can't be helped," said Scussion. "And honestly, some of them are just going to be glad the bombing's over. The Toketans didn't target civilians, but it's still no fun to be a few tens of kilometers away from a war."
"Be honest, General," said Tephi. "Do you expect to ever return to Nang?"
"No," said Scussion, without a second thought. "We'll cremate our dead tonight. And leave over the next few days. We'll mine most of the uninhabited area, especially the banks of the river. Should give our enemies a nasty surprise and delay their reconquest of the island."
"No," said Aere. "No mines."
"Why not?" asked Scussion. "Modern technology GPS technology has made it possible to create mines that can be re-located and removed after the end of the war. No permanent thread. Just a deterrent for the Novans and their friends."
"Because," said Aere, "the Novans will capture this island eventually anyway. There is no point to the mines but to kill innocent people."
"Yes," said Scussion. "That's what we do in war."
Both of them turned to Tephi. "No mines," said Tephi. "Aere's right. We'll never be facing this particular army again. Its deaths are of no value to us."
"Its deaths might be of value to the people of Nang who lost their homes and their relatives!" said Tiethi.
"Then they are wrong to value them," said Tephi. "Let us continue to the next issue. Scussion, how are we to handle the evacuation?"
"The Lovelian viyutere will approach as close to shore as it dares. Several decoy boats will be sent into Nang Harbor, and we will begin decoy preparations to load soldiers onto the decoy boats. In fact, the actual evacuation will be done from the fishing villages in the east, under cover of night, under smokescreens disguised as further cremation-fires. It will be our dead's last service to Raikoth and Shireroth. We do not anticipate discovery, but if we are discovered we have fighters ready to defend the boats from aerial attack. Lovely, of course, will respond to any naval attack, and we are perfectly capable of fighting off any land attack. I've reserved a thousand of our best fighters to form a rearguard. If anyone discovers what we're doing and tries to stop us by land, they will keep our opponents occupied until everyone is safely on board."
"And then?"
"And then we go wherever the Lovely Fleet is going, which Lord Montague has not yet shared with me. I assume it will be better than here."
"Do the soldiers know about this yet?"
"I've told all of the lot leaders and a few extras. They are all ready to leave this cursed place. The only exception is Sorri Prinion."
"The archaeologist?" asked Aere. "Why?"
"He claims that his last expedition was on the verge of some fabulous discovery. He reports that the tunnel eventually became surrounded in glowing rock and turned into a labyrinth. After spending a few days exploring false starts, he came to what he believed to be the end of the labyrinth, a locked door with some sort of moveable puzzle pieces etched into the surface. He believes if he can solve the puzzle, he can enter some sort of treasure vault or something."
"All very interesting," said Scussion, "but five hundred more of my men die each day we remain here. Someday he'll have to come back during a time of peace."
"Agreed," said Tephi. "If such a thing ever happens."
Those people with whom I am working on backstory will be happy to know I don't expect the evacuation to alter backstory plans much.
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Re: Official War Thread
About a dozen miles vaguely southeast of (what was previously) Ardy’s Reach
Until the day he died, Harvey Lekuan would always look back at that night in the fields of Redoubt Island as one of the worst of his life. The adrenaline pumping through his body caused by the paradrop and the horrors of the Omen’s attack eventually gave way to exhaustion, and with his physical strength’s departure went what little remained of his confidence. Though in no immediate danger, he felt threatened and terrified, and despite the night’s relative warmth, he shivered as he trudged along. Harvey had prepared himself for the horrors of war, but to watch untold innocents die because of a weapon he introduced into the war threatened to break his resolve entirely.
In the end, it was Areuhat’s and Nicholas’s companionship that forced him to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Though the group scarcely said a word (other than the occasional cuss after getting a foot caught on a rock in gloom) it was their silent following that gave Harvey a shred of confidence. No blame was being dealt out, other than perhaps Harvey upon himself, nor any question of a change of leadership. Areuhat and Nicholas ultimately had faith in their leader to find a way out of the mess, and as long as they would follow him, he would try his best.
Time moved on unchecked into the night. Nobody bothered to check their watches. They would march until they found some sort of transportation or until their bodies would physically carry them no further, and that was that.
At an unspecified point in the long stretch of nightfall, a single car appeared on the horizon, its headlights illuminating a road not too far from the travelers.
“Looks like a major road up ahead. Wonder if that car can give us a lift,†Harvey mused.
“It’s military,†Nicholas said. “You can tell by the lights.â€
Areuhat said, “Then it has to be the Maraguans. No way any of our Nelagan land forces could have gotten past the Omen.â€
“There’s still time for us to hide. The ground’s pretty rough here. If we get low, they’d never see us,†Nicholas offered.
“Nah. Let’s go check out,†Harvey said. Areuhat shot him a look in the darkness, and Harvey returned it. Wordlessly, they agreed; it didn’t matter which side of war that jeep belonged to. They were beyond such things at this point.
The three ran into the road, waving their arms at the approaching vehicle. Eventually the Jeep slowed to a stop. It idled there for a few moments, then a black silhouette got out. “Hands up!†it yelled. From the shape of the body it was clear it was pointing some sort of weapon their way.â€
The exhausted travelers complied.
“Who are you? Which side are you on? Answer quick, now!†it demanded.
Taking a deep sigh and hoping for luck, Harvey answered. “I am Harvey Lekuan, leader of the Gold Eagle Society. This is my companion Areuhat. The other man is General Nicholas of Novatainia. We’re Nelagans.â€
The figure was still for a moment, then seemed to hostler its weapon. “You’ve got to be shittin’ me…†it mumbled as it approached. “NCO Lucious, Nova English Special Operations. Good to see you alive, sir.â€
“Nova English?!†Harvey exclaimed, lowering his arms. “Allies on Redoubt Island are about the last thing we expected to see. What in blazes are you guys doing here?â€
“I could ask you the same thing,†Lucious said with a grin. “We landed on the east side of the island not too long ago. We were hoping to pincer Enhasa between us and the Omen, but that plan has gone entirely to hell. Speaking of, you have a bit of explaining to do yourself.â€
Harvey nodded. “No doubt. I’ll get a full report to you guys, as well as the rest of the allies, as soon as we can make contact. In the meantime, we need to get to Enhasa as soon as we can. You got room for three more in there?â€
Lucious said, “Yeah, though it’ll be a bit of a squeeze in the back. But, Enhasa, sir? The town is still controlled by the Maraguoans and their allies.â€
“I know,†Harvey said quietly. “As of a few hours ago, there are only two sides; the Omen, and everyone in its path. We’ll need to pool our combined resources if we’re going to stop that thing from dealing the same fate to the other cities as it just gave to Ardy’s Reach. I think it’s time to call a peace conference, as soon as we can.â€
Summary: Harvey, Areuhat, and Nicholas meet up with Nova English special op Lucious and tell him all they know. They drive off towards Enhasa. The Omen, still drained from its attack, holds position over the ruins of Ardy’s Reach to recharge its power supplies.FIoJ Fist Omen-class Gravship, hovering over the ruins of Ardy's Reach.
As he scanned through the public broadcast news stations, Nickleson was about as pleased as he’d ever been. It wasn’t that he enjoyed murdering innocents, but the spectacle of it that he had caused had forced all eyes on him and Ardy’s Reach. And when you’re a mercenary that gets by on your reputation, there is nothing better.
“Gunnery stations reporting in, sir,†a bridge hand announced. “The fires caused by the firing of the Big Gun have been contained. Only moderate damage. The gun will fire again. Engineering believes we can get at least four more shots out of it, assuming damage accrues at the predicted rate.â€
Nickleson only nodded.
Another station reported, “Engineering reports that our Hypon capacitors have been dangerously depleted by the firing of the Big Gun. They’ve tapped into backup power to sustain vital functions. We’ll have enough charge to go back on normal power in a few hours, but until then we’ll be hard pressed to defend ourselves.â€
Nickleson said, “It matters little. We won’t be challenged so soon, after that display. They’ll start working on their little plans to bring us down, and that will take time. We’ll hold here the rest of the night, then choose our next target after we see what the little ants out there are up to.â€
Just an FYI, even if you think you have some sort of way to detect this, the Omen’s internal power grid is too complex, bizarre, and alien to make any sense of it. I’m just saying this so the players know what’s up, not the characters, as this may come into play when Harvey actually tells all the weaknesses to the allies.
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OOC: Monty, thanks, but no thanks. I understand recwar well. I don't understand modern military much. Hence, I'd be fairly useless as a judge. North can take up the offer if he wants. For future, I think we'll just add into the charter judges don't fight. Should resolve this issue, largely.
Oh, and Monty - you mean Steven Moffat, surely
The following are preparations assuming the mines do hit me, and with whatever casualties there are. This move should really be backtracked a day and a half if the mines hit me as soon as the patrols left.
Oh, and Monty - you mean Steven Moffat, surely
The following are preparations assuming the mines do hit me, and with whatever casualties there are. This move should really be backtracked a day and a half if the mines hit me as soon as the patrols left.
Summary: As soon as the first mines are detected/explode, the fleet turns around and returns to Bryden. They make any repairs necessary. And one of the Lieutenants embarks on an epic quest to recover the lost civilian trawlers of Bryden, at Crown expense, for future use. Ideally five large fishing trawlers belonging the many magiGARP fishermen in the region. My moves on The Day the World Burned re ground units still happened, obviouslyOut at sea
"Historically unverify those Lovlians," Mel'Kat cursed.
Back at port
Lieutenant Briggs was embarking on an epic quest, imparted to him by the ancient sage Mel'Kat. He had to acquire 'at least one civilian trawler' and had been handed the device necessary to do it - the legendary 'Admiral Credit Card', said to have a credit limit over nine thousand million, drawn from the mythical 'Novgov Account'. If he could complete this quest, bards would sing forever of it.
Bright shone the sun, and weak was the wind, as Briggs the Buyer stepped forth onto the dock. Boldly he strode forth along the promenade, deftly evading the civilians requesting news, and the obligatory sausage inna bun salesman. Watch as he strides confidently and directly. Gasp as he sights a sign to his destination, bearing the inscription "Fishing Wharf". Marvel as he deciphers the map he has in his hand and makes his way to the "Fishing Wharf".
Stealthily he approached the fisherman. Detection this early could prove fatal. Succesfully he evaded their sentries and boldly he strode up to their head captain, and announced his mission.
"Sell ye my ship?" the fisherman asked.
"Not just your ship, good sir, but four or five such fine vessels," Briggs the Buyer cried.
"But ... how would I fish?" the fisherman requested.
"With the money I offer, you could easily commission another," Briggs the Buyer suggested. "And if they come out of this war alive, I can sell them back to you at half price. That's standard procedure for you shopkeeper types, isn't it?"
"I'm only a humble fishermen," the fisherman protested, confused.
"Good fisherman then, may I remind you that under the Government Knows Best Act, I am empowered to nationalise your units for the war effort, and only required to offer you compensation for any damages incurred by them afterwards? Instead, I am offering you full and fair compensation up front. I ask only your assistance for the war effort."
"Well, if it's for the war effort, I guess ..."
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."
~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."
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Summary (Sorry this is so short, again, had to rush it)It had been days since the Behemoth Fleet had set off from the home island, for the voyage overseas. The ships had moved safely and quickly, although maintaining a level of cautiousness by scanning the waters with the ASW technology. As was so in a situation such as this… danger could lurk around every corner. When problems arose one would have to deal with it then and there, dark or light, to protect their people and country. Such things had been swimming around Ian’s head, as he too was sailing on open waters. He’d been mainly in training and this was the first war he’d been involved in. It couldn’t be helped that he was nervous… but he kept his nerves sealed up within him. No one would ever see his fears. The forces arrived just North of Kajar… it was now time.
-ASW Sweeps
-Fleet arrives at the Northern point of Nova Kajar.
-Ground Troops are deployed.
(OOC Note – All land and air units, of this force, will now be controlled by Anthony Montague)
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SUMMARY: Here we go a-plunderin'! My soldiers get ready for some ship-to-ship boarding. Where, when, and who are yet to be seen."Babkhans? Withdrawing from a fight? I don't believe you."
"It's true, sir," the Antican soldier told Korstokk over the phone. "Something happened internally, and now they're pulling out of Airosamente."
"Internal affairs?" Korstokk balked. "Well, then, I'm suddenly less surprised. Thanks." He hung up and scratched his head. "So far, we have done absolutely nothing. Jack diddly squat. We need something to do."
"Arr, matey, would ye like to board the enemy and bring the fight to the high seas?"
Korstokk turned to Samwise, who sat in the corner gently stroking his neatly-trimmed facial hair. "What the hell are you talking about now?"
"I'm talking about boarding ships. Y'know, drawing alongside and stuffing them full of hand-to-hand fighters."
"Obviously," the white-haired warleader said with a roll of his eyes, "but what, who, where...?"
"Executor Prodigy - back when he was Executor and not King - had this idea in World War 2," Samwise explained, standing up and pacing around Korstokk. "Somehow, he had planned to air-drop soldiers onto enemy ships and take them over rather than destroy them. Brutally effective if you can get real fighters onboard, because ship crew really aren't made for close combat."
"But airdrops would be suicide. A navy would be much more heavily defended than that. The dropships would be torn to pieces."
"Precisely why I'm thinking of naval boarding."
Korstokk contemplated it. "Ah, hell, it's something to do, right? Call Lucas back here; time to load up and plunder us some booty, matey."
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"Denken ist schwer, darum urteilen die Meisten." - Carl Jung
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"Denken ist schwer, darum urteilen die Meisten." - Carl Jung
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OOC: You'll forgive me if i laugh-off the idea of ship-to-ship boarding when most modern warships have missiles which can sink a ship at a range of nearly 200 miles: somewhat further than old captain samwise can hurl a riata.
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OOC: Sorry for the double post, but this had to be done... I don't think the last one was really a "move" so much as a vague and crazy idea.
SUMMARY: THERE WILL BE BLOOD! Forces mobilize to head to Bryden in a manner designed to avoid enemy conflict. Naval units hide again."Wha-wha-whaaaaat? A land force you say?" Korstokk asked Sam.
"Yes sir, just north of Nova Kajar. Looks like Lady Artz."
"Well, I don't care who it is! Now we have something LEGITIMATE to do that isn't piratical!"
Sam bowed his head sadly. "I was looking forward to that, too..."
"Mobilize the shit. We're going to war! THERE WILL BE BLOOD!" Korstokk shouted as he ran from the office joyously.
The kensai looked out after him until the door slammed behind him.
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"Denken ist schwer, darum urteilen die Meisten." - Carl Jung
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"Denken ist schwer, darum urteilen die Meisten." - Carl Jung
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OOC: So Arts is giving Monty control of only Land and Air units (not the other ships) for the next three days .... ok ...
I'll assume you sailed past Soloria and avoided the battle at Airosamente?
I'll assume you sailed past Soloria and avoided the battle at Airosamente?
Summary: Ground forces prepare for possible attack. Mel'Kat broadcasts a message to the Lovely forces near Nova Kajar, asking them either to assist in help civilians avoid Omen attack, or if they will not do that, to leave. Read the full mesage, ideally. If they don't do that, or if they harm civilians, there will be a reckoning.Mel'Kat had had it up to here. First the Omen turns. Then a minefield. And now the Lovlians had had the tenacity to apparently sail an iceberg past a battlefield to land near Nova Kajar. What the PRH did they think they were doing? How did they even dock an Iceberg at the basic port facilities near Nova Kajar? Weren't they meant to be rescuing the bloomin' Paladins? Or stopping the Omen?
When an aide picked up the tension, asked about it, and heard all this, he observed, "Sir, they don't know about the Omen." Mel'Kat calmed. "True. That, I can rectify. They have one chance."
Using the communications equipment designed for this very process, Mel'Kat broadcasted a message to the Lovely forces landing near Nova Kajar.
"You have one chance. The Omen is out of Nelagan control - it's now run by a madman, and we don't know what he's capable of. It is the duty of every armed force in this area that has such capabilities to either stop the Omen, or help the civilians in the region defend themselves. If you are willing to do your duty, fly a red flag, and approach Nova Kajar with but a few men. Explain to them your willingness to help, and your men will be put to work helping evacuate them from the built up facilities. Any and every city on Micras is a potential target. If you are not willing to do your duty, get back into your iceberg and go back where you came. If you stay here without fulfilling either of those conditions ... if you harm one hair on the head of a citizen in Nova Kajar, or the rest of Nelaga .... there WILL be a reckoning. You have one chance. Use it wisely."
Mel'Kat finished the transmission, then sent one to the researchers in Nova Kajar, explaining enemy forces were nearby, that they might come in peace, but probably not, and advising them to make there way to trenches dug outside of the settlement. Then he sighed, and turned to his aide. "Prepare the land forces for attack."
"Sir, I thought you were offering them peace?" the aide asked.
"I am," Mel'Kat replied. "I just doubt they'll take it. This is Lovely we're dealing with."
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."
~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
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No backstory as I really can't think of anything unless we start attacking.
Summary (but of what?): All my units prepare for combat and move to appropriate positions for attack
Summary (but of what?): All my units prepare for combat and move to appropriate positions for attack
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OOC: Where the heck is everyone? I've completely lost track.
Someone wanna post a map or something?
Someone wanna post a map or something?
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ooc: Where did you land? Couldn't have been the docks?
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Cerune was once again smoking a cig and staring out into the sky. It was a habit she had developed as a child when she was deep in thought. She had a meeting with her four colonels today, and she wanted to be sure she had her stuff straight.
"Major General!"
She turned around and saw a private approach her. He saluted and Cerune (without bothering to toss the smoke) saluted back. "What's going on?" she asked, taking another drag. "Colonel Usa wanted to make sure you knew the meeting was in ten."
Cerune nodded and took one final drag, then tossed it into the field. "Right, let's go." The private nodded and they both made their way into the newly-built meeting room. In fact, the newly-named "Camp Russell" was still under construction, but some of the basic buildings had been built allready. And the best part was that it was within easy access to the eastern and northern trenches (and in some places, bunkers) they had dug around New Kajar.
She stepped into the room and immediately the four colonels stood at attention. "At ease, boys." They all sat back down in the chairs, with cerune crossing her arms and leaning against the table up front, and Cerune's assistant passing out some foldered-information.
"I know all four of you have questions, so let's just get the QandA part over with." Colonel Gamemalvin Usa spoke up first. "Are we officially nationals of Nelaga now?"
Cerune made a face. "Yes and no. We're all being processed by the Department of Logistics, and should have it all official by the end of the week. Shireroth, however, doesn't recognize Nelaga as a nation yet, and we're not even sure how the kaiser or the MoMA will react when they find out that eight-thousand marines up and left the Shirerithian Armed Forces. SHINE is gonna crap themselves when they find out what we did."
The colonels nodded, and Colonel Rogers, leader of the second Marine Regiment guarding Bryden spoke up. "Do you think they'll send a task force to extradite us?" Cerune shook her head. "It's unlikely, but you never know. It's why I made sure all eight-thousand of you were volunteers. No use dragging marines into another life if they don't want it. SOME of them still have oath's of fealty to uphold."
Colonel Usa spoke up again. "What about the rumors of the Omen firing on Ardy's Reach?" Cerune sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I don't know what the hell is going on with that. It's not Harvey's MO to fire on civvies like that, but untill we get word from down the pipe we just need to keep operating buisness-as-usual." Gamemalvin nodded, and spoke. "What if he did though? I didn't sign up for another massacre." Cerune looked back down at Usa. "If the president authorized the firing without a rock-solid reason, we leave for Yardistan again." Usa visibly appeared relieved, and nodded.
"That topic leads me to a very good question that's been on everyones mind, mine included." Cerune continued, "and that is: What are we going to do about a centralized command. Our CinC is MIA as far as I know, and I haven't heard anything about any coordination of tactics. It's pissing me off, honestly, but untill we figure it all out, we'll operate alot like we did in Yardistan, save for the nobility traditions that don't really work in a democracy. My brother, Greg, is currently rallying volunteers to round out our expeditionary force. Untill further notice, we are now operating as the ground combat element of the First Marine Expeditionary Force."
"Welcome to the Nelagan Marine Corps, gentlemen."
The colonels laughed alittle, and the third colonel, Colonel Mcclure spoke up. "Nelagan Marine corps? You gotta be kidding me. We don't have an air combat element OR a logistics combat element to round out our force, AND we're babysitting the whole island, when that should clearly be the domain of the army!" Usa laughed and elbowed his comrade. "What army? They got like, one brigade and some helicopters and they call it an army."
They all broke out into laughter, which Cerune tried to calm down. "Listen, listen, Nelaga is still young, and untill they get their act together, we just need to adapt and take on this role. When they have a full standing army capable of defending the island, we'll reprise the role we're supposed to have."
The fourth colonel, Colonel Francis spoke up. "If we're the beginning of the Nelagan Marine corps, we need a Commandant." The other marines agreed and Usa pointed to cerune. "Elected." Cerune furrowed her eyebrows and put up her hands in defense. "Whoa, whoa, Why me?" Mclure spoke. "Because you outrank everyone else. Besides, this is YOUR crazy idea, you need to see it through." Cerune sighed and looked down. "Crap... allright."
Francis spoke up again. "Allright, COMMANDANT, we'll need-" Suddenly a private burst into the room, and after a hasty salute, spoke in a hurried voice. "My apologies for the interuption Major General, but we just recieved word that a hostile force is landing north of New Kajar!"
Cerune swore and immediately stood upright, as did her colonels, now in full concern- a stark contrast to their joking attitude just a second ago. Cerune started barking orders. "Colonels to your regiments and prepare to reinforce our front line! Usa, get your boys into the trenches, and make sure you're broadcasting an evacuation order for all non-essential civvies in Nova Kajar! MOVE IT!"
Summary: Backstory, and preparations for the defense of Nova Kajar. 2000 marines have fortified just outside the city to the northeast, and civilian evacuations have been started. reinforcements are being sent for.
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Cerune was once again smoking a cig and staring out into the sky. It was a habit she had developed as a child when she was deep in thought. She had a meeting with her four colonels today, and she wanted to be sure she had her stuff straight.
"Major General!"
She turned around and saw a private approach her. He saluted and Cerune (without bothering to toss the smoke) saluted back. "What's going on?" she asked, taking another drag. "Colonel Usa wanted to make sure you knew the meeting was in ten."
Cerune nodded and took one final drag, then tossed it into the field. "Right, let's go." The private nodded and they both made their way into the newly-built meeting room. In fact, the newly-named "Camp Russell" was still under construction, but some of the basic buildings had been built allready. And the best part was that it was within easy access to the eastern and northern trenches (and in some places, bunkers) they had dug around New Kajar.
She stepped into the room and immediately the four colonels stood at attention. "At ease, boys." They all sat back down in the chairs, with cerune crossing her arms and leaning against the table up front, and Cerune's assistant passing out some foldered-information.
"I know all four of you have questions, so let's just get the QandA part over with." Colonel Gamemalvin Usa spoke up first. "Are we officially nationals of Nelaga now?"
Cerune made a face. "Yes and no. We're all being processed by the Department of Logistics, and should have it all official by the end of the week. Shireroth, however, doesn't recognize Nelaga as a nation yet, and we're not even sure how the kaiser or the MoMA will react when they find out that eight-thousand marines up and left the Shirerithian Armed Forces. SHINE is gonna crap themselves when they find out what we did."
The colonels nodded, and Colonel Rogers, leader of the second Marine Regiment guarding Bryden spoke up. "Do you think they'll send a task force to extradite us?" Cerune shook her head. "It's unlikely, but you never know. It's why I made sure all eight-thousand of you were volunteers. No use dragging marines into another life if they don't want it. SOME of them still have oath's of fealty to uphold."
Colonel Usa spoke up again. "What about the rumors of the Omen firing on Ardy's Reach?" Cerune sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I don't know what the hell is going on with that. It's not Harvey's MO to fire on civvies like that, but untill we get word from down the pipe we just need to keep operating buisness-as-usual." Gamemalvin nodded, and spoke. "What if he did though? I didn't sign up for another massacre." Cerune looked back down at Usa. "If the president authorized the firing without a rock-solid reason, we leave for Yardistan again." Usa visibly appeared relieved, and nodded.
"That topic leads me to a very good question that's been on everyones mind, mine included." Cerune continued, "and that is: What are we going to do about a centralized command. Our CinC is MIA as far as I know, and I haven't heard anything about any coordination of tactics. It's pissing me off, honestly, but untill we figure it all out, we'll operate alot like we did in Yardistan, save for the nobility traditions that don't really work in a democracy. My brother, Greg, is currently rallying volunteers to round out our expeditionary force. Untill further notice, we are now operating as the ground combat element of the First Marine Expeditionary Force."
"Welcome to the Nelagan Marine Corps, gentlemen."
The colonels laughed alittle, and the third colonel, Colonel Mcclure spoke up. "Nelagan Marine corps? You gotta be kidding me. We don't have an air combat element OR a logistics combat element to round out our force, AND we're babysitting the whole island, when that should clearly be the domain of the army!" Usa laughed and elbowed his comrade. "What army? They got like, one brigade and some helicopters and they call it an army."
They all broke out into laughter, which Cerune tried to calm down. "Listen, listen, Nelaga is still young, and untill they get their act together, we just need to adapt and take on this role. When they have a full standing army capable of defending the island, we'll reprise the role we're supposed to have."
The fourth colonel, Colonel Francis spoke up. "If we're the beginning of the Nelagan Marine corps, we need a Commandant." The other marines agreed and Usa pointed to cerune. "Elected." Cerune furrowed her eyebrows and put up her hands in defense. "Whoa, whoa, Why me?" Mclure spoke. "Because you outrank everyone else. Besides, this is YOUR crazy idea, you need to see it through." Cerune sighed and looked down. "Crap... allright."
Francis spoke up again. "Allright, COMMANDANT, we'll need-" Suddenly a private burst into the room, and after a hasty salute, spoke in a hurried voice. "My apologies for the interuption Major General, but we just recieved word that a hostile force is landing north of New Kajar!"
Cerune swore and immediately stood upright, as did her colonels, now in full concern- a stark contrast to their joking attitude just a second ago. Cerune started barking orders. "Colonels to your regiments and prepare to reinforce our front line! Usa, get your boys into the trenches, and make sure you're broadcasting an evacuation order for all non-essential civvies in Nova Kajar! MOVE IT!"
Summary: Backstory, and preparations for the defense of Nova Kajar. 2000 marines have fortified just outside the city to the northeast, and civilian evacuations have been started. reinforcements are being sent for.
Re: Official War Thread
SUMMARY: The entire force at FOB Airosamente has been wiped out, no quarter given. Ardashir is nowhere to be found, presumed to have escaped before the final assault. Naval Infantry digging into the fortifications for some rest after cleaning the blood and bodies out of their new homes.foghorn wrote:Foghorn paused at the threshold to the bunker to look around. Everything was going to plan. The Naval Infantry were now streaming over the walls of the fortification and starting to surge past the initial lines of guards into the main facility. On the other side, he could make out Braden starting his main thrust into the breech. Within the walls, mass confusion, helped along by the surprise appearance of SRT-1. Foghorn motioned for one of the SRT members to come over. "Soldier, grab two more SRT. On me. We're going in."
He saluted. "Aye, sir!" He motioned for the rest of his team to fall in behind him.
A flagpole near the edge of the inner zone caught Foghorn's eye. "Send one man to strike those colors. Raise the black flag in its place. No quarter will be shown here today. With any luck, we can keep these bastards from cropping up again anytime soon."
The soldier smacked one of his teammates on the shoulders and pointed him towards the flagpole. Within seconds, the old colors were struck, and a charred, smoking piece of cloth replaced it.
Foghorn turned towards the bunker door and swung it open, revealing a concrete passageway leading inside. He paused for a second as his hand made the familiar motion of reaching behind him and retrieving his bayonett. He slotted the 18 inch blade onto the end of the already fairly long rifle, making sure it was secure. One of the SRT members (most likely the least experienced) tried to push in ahead of him, but Foghorn shoved him aside and charged in bayonett first.
from the entryway, the bunker sprawled in a number of directions. The group split up, each taking a different hallway. Foghorn started in on the first door on his right. He kicked just above the lock on the door, sending it swinging violently inward. Inside, a startled private looked up from his radio set. His face was streched in a look of sheer terror. He hesitated for a second, then decided to try and dive for a pistol that was sitting on the table in front of him. Foghorn squeezed his trigger, sending the man stumbling backwards into the wall. The sound of the report from the rifle was almost deafening inside the concrete room, Foghorn's ears began ringing, and even physically hurting from the force of the sound wave. But that's the price he was willing to pay to send a 1/2 ounce piece of copper jacketed lead downrange with each squeeze of the trigger. The next part was almsot automatic, something he did without even thinking about it: Foghorn slid the bolt open, topped off the internal magazine with another round, and chambered it, sliding the bolt closed with a satisfying click.
Foghorn turned back into the hallway. He looked around at the doors, and spotted one at the end of the hall that looked promising. It was bigger than the rest, heavier, more imposing. if there was somewhere Ardy would be, he thought, that was it. His ears were still ringing, but as he walked down the hallway he could feel the pressure waves from the other teams as they systematically cleared every living thing from the bunkers. He stopped at the end of the hallway and nudged the door with his foot. To his surprise, the door swung open.
Foghorn leapt across the threshold, bayonett first, charging headlong into what was sure to be his latest clash with the Great Satan himself. But it was not meant to be. The room was right, had all the standard trappings of the commander's office, but no commander. Ardy was nowhere to be found.
He stood in the middle of the room, staring at the maps and battle plans strewn across the desk, for what seemed like hours. Eventually, the SRT soldiers caught up to him, having finished their task for the day. "He's not here, sir" they reported.
Foghorn turned. "No, he's not. He left, like the coward he is. But you men have done your jobs, and done it well. And now it's time to dig in, and get some rest." He walked back through the bunker, his boots slipping here and there on the now crimson floors, a color scheme that was continued once he emerged into the daylight once again. The entire fighting force that Ardy had brought to bear was wiped off the face of the earth. All that was left was a crimson river flowing in the gutters of FOB Airosamente.
OOC: I just didn't have the heart to put him out of his misery. But this will make some great backstory for the next war!
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Re: Official War Thread
A road north of FOB Airosamente, Airosamente Island
Captain Macarius glared at Christopher for a moment before turning his head away. Christopher wasn't sure what he was going to do with Macarius afterwards. Undoubtedly, Macarius would fight until his fingers bled so that Christopher would be removed from the Naval Service. He probably wouldn't win, but it would look very messy and absorb a bunch of time that Christopher had no interest in wasting. He could always preempt it by accusing Macarius of not carrying out his duties as a captain of a ship, but that wouldn't be particularly fair. Whatever.
First Lieutenant Lee had gone off to help in commanding the final clean up effort at FOB Airosamente. There were still some holding out in some parts of the base, mostly in the section referred to as Cantonment Carling, and Ardashir had yet to be found or identified amongst the bodies. Effectively, however, the battle was theirs, and the rest was simply just cleaning up the last bits.
As Christopher wandered through what ended up being the Ruins of Airosamente City, he wondered about what would have happened if Commodore Foghorn and Brigadier Indianensis hadn't continued with their plans and assaulted this place. He and his party of survivors would have drove straight into an enemy fortification and would have been captured, and have who knows what inflicted upon them. These were Babkhans after all, no matter under what flag they marched or for what reason they fought.
Was it luck? Had some spirit seen fit to protect him and his group? Ino had undoubtedly played a part in bringing them to dry land again. Had she taken her usual role in the order of things a little more metaphorically, ensuring that they had not only reached dry land, but had been returned safely to their people?
CPO Hadrian insisted that she and PO Beck stand guard by him while the base had yet to be completely secured. They were still armed with the weapons they had pilfered off those two Babkhan soldiers. Christopher still had the pistol, while Lt Melanthia, who had chosen to stick with him--for lack of a better place to go--had received the one first given to First Lieutenant Lee. Lee no longer needed some weapon taken off a dead Babkhan killed while peeing on the side of a building. Midshipman Tully had stuck around too. Even Captain Macarius tagged along, though he kept himself further away from Christopher than anyone else.
As they continued their walk, they reached the eastern section of the Forward Operating Base, where sections of the Sylvanian Home Guard had taken up temporary residence. The Guardsman at the checkpoint gave a long look at all of them. Covered with dirt, down to undershirts, some without shoes. They must've been a sight. They were directed to the Brigadier's Command Tent. Christopher went there simply to say hello to the Brigadier, but the entire group had nothing better to do. Octavius, Macarius, Melanthia, Tully, Hadrian, Beck.
Last minute preparations made for the upcoming battle with the Lovelian fleet.Antican Destroyer Halimēdē
Thirty Six Javelins aboard the HalimÄ“dÄ“. Thirty Six aboard the DÅtÅ and the KymothoÄ“. Thirty Two aboard the MenippÄ“. 140 Javelins could do a fair deal of damage. The problem was with maximizing that damage. They could not simply be wasted willy nilly on a few scattered barrages that could be shot down more easily. But firing them all off would be a fairly wasteful operation, and leave the Anticans without any offensive missiles left. As the Lovelians creeped closer and closer, their options were slowly running out.
Thankfully, however, the Lovelians were aiming themselves for a kilometer-wide hole they had punched in the field of standby torpedoes the Anticans had laid before the engagement began. Being that the torpedoes had a range of up to 13 kilometers, that meant that there would be quite a few triggered by the Lovelian fleet on both flanks as they moved in. Hopefully, the Lovelians would not realize this until it were too late for them. If they did, the Anticans were ready to shoot down any attempt to set off or destroy those torpedoes left.
Scutarius smirked at the idea of the entire Lovelian battleline erupting with explosions, mostly along its starboard side.
"Kymothoē reports that its helicopters have dropped their standby torpedoes in position and are heading back." The Comm Operator relayed to him.
That was good news. A second line of standby torpedoes was being laid between the first line and the destroyers, one that would be slightly easier to defend than the outer line, should the Lovelians decide to try and punch a hole in that as well.
Scutarius considered whether he could have Fire Control set the standby torpedoes already in the water to wait for a signal from the Halimēdē rather than automatically triggering, so that they might go on their way right as the Lovelian ships were in the middle of passing through the hole they had made.
"They've already been set and locked into that setting. Think of it this way, though, sir. The second line is close enough to the first line that the Lovelians would have little opportunity to maneuver to avoid it." Lt Silvanus told him.
Scutarius was pleased.
His plan was simple. Once the Lovelians made their move for that hole, the surrounding standby torpedoes that were in range would converge on them from both sides. Once the Lovelians made it through that, the second line of standby torpedoes would be triggered. If the Lovelians chose to continue after that, the Antican destroyers would open up with the Javelins, launching as many as possible in as short a space of time as possible.
Hopefully, there would have the opportunity afterwards to carefully hand deactivate each torpedo and stow them back aboard. It was not the easiest thing to do, and it took time and precision, but it was possible. The bill for this war was already making the bean counters in Nafticon City as white as death. Leaving them behind would only enrage them further about wasted resources. That, and it would be unkind toward the local inhabitants to leave dozens of deadly, high-speed weapons to wait for someone unlucky to trigger them.
"It would have been smarter for the Lovelians to attack us in the middle of the ocean, or at least to attack us full on without any warning. Instead, they pin us against land, in relatively shallow water that risks running their capital ships aground, and give us enough time to prepare defenses." Lt Ischyrius said.
Scutarius turned to look at his First Lieutenant. "EnyÅ has given us the opportunity to clear the dishonor put on her by letting her namesake be sunk without a fight. Let us not disappoint her."
Lt Ischyrius nodded. "May this battle be dedicated to her."
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Re: Official War Thread
Bringing Down the Giant
Somewhere in the waters
All was the quiet in the open waters. The sea was clam, the wind was a steady slow breeze, and the two fishermen were sitting quietly in their small wooden sail boat. It was a total opposite of the nightmare on other side of the world, where a city now lay in ashes and ruble. The Omen and her mercenary force was giving hell of an unbelievable scale to her enemies. And here, in this part of the world, no one was expecting trouble, even though there were battles raging in the oceans nearby. But that was still a far distance from these waters. Or so they thought.
The fishermen suddenly started feeling vibrations coming from underneath their boat. At first, it was faint, but had a strong noise burst. Then the vibration grew, and it grew at a tremendous rate. The two fishermen looked into the waters, having abandoned their fishing post. The dark blue water suddenly became white and then hardly in a fraction of second, it popped out of water, capsizing the boat and the two fishermen.
A refinery
No one knew what happened or what went wrong. The refinery experienced a huge explosion, and then suddenly everything else began exploding as the first explosion caused a chain reaction. That was all that was going through the electrical engineer's mind as he lay on the floor. His body burned, and pieces of shrapnel tearing his stomach open. He could still feel them in his guts. But it didn't matter to him. He was still puzzled what caused the explosion. As his eye sights began to fade, he caught a glimpse of a flying object, as it headed towards the direction of the commercial seaport.
X-200
The submarine moved into position for the last salvo of her Tomahawks. She had already fired thirty six missiles already and all of them were packed with lethal ammunition, designed for these targets.
"Captain, last missile away."
The information wasn't really necessary. The shaking and ratling of the submarine was more than enough proof of the release of the missile. But these were the standing procedures in place and they had to be obeyed.
"So, gentlemen", started the captain to all the officers on the bridge of the X-200, "with the last missiles gone, and some of our missiles aimed at the enemy ships who are most likely and closest to come after us, its quite safe to say that we are going to be safe for some time."
He waited for smiles to appear on the crew's faces. But none came and the captain wasn't surprised, though he secretly hoped for it. X-200 had fired nearly all its inventory of weapons. Now, if they had to defend themselves, they were down to a pair of torpedoes and the guns on board.
"Let's get out of here now."
"Where to Captain?" asked the second-in-command.
"Here, " as he put his index finger on the map nearby, "tenders are waiting for us."
City Center
The people walked as if it was any other day of the year. There was war going on in the other parts of the world, but here business was usual. The bustling busy city noise suddenly had a new tone to it, one that was usually made by an aircraft as it flew below the speed of sound. But this one was different. Faces began looking up one by one. Eyes began widening as they realized they were staring at a missile. The first thought in their mind probably went along the lines of, "oh dear. war is upon us". Then a scream. From a person this time. A young woman, who was both good looking and quick-thinking. She was the first to see what no one else saw before her. The missiles were headed for The Spire!
The city center stands with many important buildings, but none as magnificent as "The spire", an insanely tall pillar of steel and glass that stretches to the heavens. It is the dead center of the city, and contains on its multitude of floors the many government buildings from which Novatainia is run. The Courts and department of Justice are near ground floor, and progressing up the magnificent tower are the department of defense offices, the senate and parliamentary offices, and at the very tip of the spire, taking an entire floor, is the palace. Its grand vaulted ceiling adds to the spires height, and on all four sides hangs Novatarian banners. Impressive.
Fifteen missiles. One tall target. Impressive indeed.
Summary:
Novatica
1 Tomahawk aimed at the electrical power facility.
15 Tomahawks aimed at The Spire. 4 with fuel air explosive submunitions (to blow when near the center of the building, so as to explode and create massive heat and temperature rise on the steel frames). 4 aimed to hit the palace/building by flying through the banners each (i don't know how long the banners are and if these are hanging on the palace or the building side. the point is to symbolize the blowing up of the banner.. or making it catch on fire before it gets blown up)
St. Nova
1 Tomahawk aimed at electrical power facility
4 tomahawks, with fuel air explosive sub munitions, aimed at refineries (if you don't have refineries, consider factories).
5 Tomahawks, with fuel air explosive sub munitions, aimed at factories.
5 Tomahawks, with BLU-77 anti-material / anti-personnel sub munitions, aimed at shipyard.
Gideon's Landing
5 Tomahawks aimed at headquarters and barracks.
5 Harpoons aimed at ships (if you don't have ships, then consider these as Tomahawks and aimed at more military structures and barracks. I say consider because I would have known if there are ships or not, by a simply peek from satellite at your port).
X-200 submarine is leaving the waters near Novatainia. Destination to be PMed to judges.
EDIT:
The missiles hitting the spire are obviously aimed in order to bring down the entire building. Say the building has 100 floors, 3 aimed at floors from 10 to 13, 3 aimed at floors from 34 to 37, 3 aimed at floors from 62 to 66 (perhaps a room 666), 2 aimed at floors 85 to 89. And then the remaining 4 at the banners on the top, which in this particular case, i am assuming is somewhere higher than 100 floors. If the banners are hanging around the 90+ floors, then move the other missiles striking lower by about 5 to 10 floors. Basically, the point being to bring down the building.
Somewhere in the waters
All was the quiet in the open waters. The sea was clam, the wind was a steady slow breeze, and the two fishermen were sitting quietly in their small wooden sail boat. It was a total opposite of the nightmare on other side of the world, where a city now lay in ashes and ruble. The Omen and her mercenary force was giving hell of an unbelievable scale to her enemies. And here, in this part of the world, no one was expecting trouble, even though there were battles raging in the oceans nearby. But that was still a far distance from these waters. Or so they thought.
The fishermen suddenly started feeling vibrations coming from underneath their boat. At first, it was faint, but had a strong noise burst. Then the vibration grew, and it grew at a tremendous rate. The two fishermen looked into the waters, having abandoned their fishing post. The dark blue water suddenly became white and then hardly in a fraction of second, it popped out of water, capsizing the boat and the two fishermen.
A refinery
No one knew what happened or what went wrong. The refinery experienced a huge explosion, and then suddenly everything else began exploding as the first explosion caused a chain reaction. That was all that was going through the electrical engineer's mind as he lay on the floor. His body burned, and pieces of shrapnel tearing his stomach open. He could still feel them in his guts. But it didn't matter to him. He was still puzzled what caused the explosion. As his eye sights began to fade, he caught a glimpse of a flying object, as it headed towards the direction of the commercial seaport.
X-200
The submarine moved into position for the last salvo of her Tomahawks. She had already fired thirty six missiles already and all of them were packed with lethal ammunition, designed for these targets.
"Captain, last missile away."
The information wasn't really necessary. The shaking and ratling of the submarine was more than enough proof of the release of the missile. But these were the standing procedures in place and they had to be obeyed.
"So, gentlemen", started the captain to all the officers on the bridge of the X-200, "with the last missiles gone, and some of our missiles aimed at the enemy ships who are most likely and closest to come after us, its quite safe to say that we are going to be safe for some time."
He waited for smiles to appear on the crew's faces. But none came and the captain wasn't surprised, though he secretly hoped for it. X-200 had fired nearly all its inventory of weapons. Now, if they had to defend themselves, they were down to a pair of torpedoes and the guns on board.
"Let's get out of here now."
"Where to Captain?" asked the second-in-command.
"Here, " as he put his index finger on the map nearby, "tenders are waiting for us."
City Center
The people walked as if it was any other day of the year. There was war going on in the other parts of the world, but here business was usual. The bustling busy city noise suddenly had a new tone to it, one that was usually made by an aircraft as it flew below the speed of sound. But this one was different. Faces began looking up one by one. Eyes began widening as they realized they were staring at a missile. The first thought in their mind probably went along the lines of, "oh dear. war is upon us". Then a scream. From a person this time. A young woman, who was both good looking and quick-thinking. She was the first to see what no one else saw before her. The missiles were headed for The Spire!
The city center stands with many important buildings, but none as magnificent as "The spire", an insanely tall pillar of steel and glass that stretches to the heavens. It is the dead center of the city, and contains on its multitude of floors the many government buildings from which Novatainia is run. The Courts and department of Justice are near ground floor, and progressing up the magnificent tower are the department of defense offices, the senate and parliamentary offices, and at the very tip of the spire, taking an entire floor, is the palace. Its grand vaulted ceiling adds to the spires height, and on all four sides hangs Novatarian banners. Impressive.
Fifteen missiles. One tall target. Impressive indeed.
Summary:
Novatica
1 Tomahawk aimed at the electrical power facility.
15 Tomahawks aimed at The Spire. 4 with fuel air explosive submunitions (to blow when near the center of the building, so as to explode and create massive heat and temperature rise on the steel frames). 4 aimed to hit the palace/building by flying through the banners each (i don't know how long the banners are and if these are hanging on the palace or the building side. the point is to symbolize the blowing up of the banner.. or making it catch on fire before it gets blown up)
St. Nova
1 Tomahawk aimed at electrical power facility
4 tomahawks, with fuel air explosive sub munitions, aimed at refineries (if you don't have refineries, consider factories).
5 Tomahawks, with fuel air explosive sub munitions, aimed at factories.
5 Tomahawks, with BLU-77 anti-material / anti-personnel sub munitions, aimed at shipyard.
Gideon's Landing
5 Tomahawks aimed at headquarters and barracks.
5 Harpoons aimed at ships (if you don't have ships, then consider these as Tomahawks and aimed at more military structures and barracks. I say consider because I would have known if there are ships or not, by a simply peek from satellite at your port).
X-200 submarine is leaving the waters near Novatainia. Destination to be PMed to judges.
EDIT:
The missiles hitting the spire are obviously aimed in order to bring down the entire building. Say the building has 100 floors, 3 aimed at floors from 10 to 13, 3 aimed at floors from 34 to 37, 3 aimed at floors from 62 to 66 (perhaps a room 666), 2 aimed at floors 85 to 89. And then the remaining 4 at the banners on the top, which in this particular case, i am assuming is somewhere higher than 100 floors. If the banners are hanging around the 90+ floors, then move the other missiles striking lower by about 5 to 10 floors. Basically, the point being to bring down the building.