Official War Thread
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Re: Official War Thread
Summary: TRN Dropkick, TRN Kidneypunch, TRN Langennut Valo, and TRN Kaikkivaltias, originally stalking up behind the Lovelian navy to attack them, instead offer to aid in the fight against the Omen, since they seemed to have come a little late to actually help the Anticans... >.>As they prepared to depart with the Antican ships, the Lovelians onboard the HMLS Spexico received a hail - from behind them, to the north.
"Accept the hail."
A soothing tenor voice flowed from the speaker. "This is General Lucas Hellia of the TRN Dropkick. It was originally our intention to attack you from behind to aid our Antican allies, but it seems from a message we received after the guns stopped that we shouldn't do that. Instead, we offer our few ships - a mere two destroyers and two missile attack submarines - and what weapons we have available to us as assistance in the impending fight against the Omen gravship. Do you accept our offer, or do we turn and sail away, leaving you to fight it yourselves?"
Prodigy Almighty, Executor of Chelkran Kesh
Baron of Absentia, Count of Western Absentia
"Denken ist schwer, darum urteilen die Meisten." - Carl Jung
Baron of Absentia, Count of Western Absentia
"Denken ist schwer, darum urteilen die Meisten." - Carl Jung
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Re: Official War Thread
Summary: Mel'Kat's fleet (apart from the Guided Missile Destroyer) sails out of Bryden, following the exact route the Carrier did. All remaining trawlers are going ahead of the fleet. They hope that way to avoid any stray mines. They then move off in a secret direction.Andreas had not yet returned from the Hyperboreans. Mel'Kat had no doubt he could look after himself. But his fleet was sitting there, doing nothing, and there was an Omen to destroy. And mercenaries who had given evil a new name. Plenty of work. But there was still the matter of the mines ... ah well.
"Ready the fleet," Mel'Kat said. "We'll sail out the same route the Carrier took - seems to have been safe. Send the trawlers in front just in case."
"Where are we going?" his aide asked.
"That shall be revealed once we are safe at sea," Mel'Kat replied. "Can't have people on the Omen intercepting our route. Meanwhile, remind Frederick of that report relayed from the NSS Camel. Whatever North's found doesn't appear to be the full fleet. We have satellites. We have the Pink SAMIN. Let's use them."
The Guided Missile Destroyer, which is stuck in port, is ready and aimed at the Omen, the best it can do.
Frederick has the Novatainian Satellite system on full alert. Note that that includes satellites over Paribia and Magellan. They are scouring for Extreme's main fleet, and any stray ships that may be attempting to make some sort of attack on Novatainia or those parts of Toketi we can see. Citizens everywhere are aware they may be required to evacuate. Ex-Academy personnel are ready to assist civilians in evacuation where necessary.
Andreas
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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."
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Re: Official War Thread
SUMMARY: Sub force scatters to the four winds. (after taking neccisary precautions to insure escape ) basically im saying lets end the battle and hammer out some losses, maybe then we can move on."CAA Rana to all ships. Break off, scatter pattern Zulu echo one one six, go deep and run silent"
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Re: Official War Thread
Please excuse me while I piss myself laughing.Longbow of Toketi wrote:
SUMMARY:
-Courtesy of Andreas' loan of a ship, The Scalziin sail an intercept course for Extreme's surface fleet (seeing as it is en route to the islands). -Well out of range, the troops jump ship, and the ship sails out of range.
-Once Extreme's ships (or any subs reasonably near to the surface) approach, they all slip underwater, and swim towards the ships mimicking a pod of sharks (to confuse sonar, if the sonar can even pick them up. They're people-sized swimmers for god's sake.)
--To match the ship's speed, a special suit is used (pm'd to judges), as well as precise timing (calculated on the ship), and (if needed) they can use some pressurized gas in the air tanks to increase speed (underwater jetpack, McGiver style).
-Once the ships pass overhead, they swim up and stick thermite, C4, and other high explosives to this ships. If need be, they can use magnetics to cling to the ships' hulls, and then climb up a short distance.
-Once all the charges are planted, they sink back down to a safe depth, then press the big red button.
-If any sailors, troops, people attempt to escape the sinking ships via the water, the Scalziin use harpoon guns to eliminate them.
I really hope your RL country doesn't do conscription, nor is thinking of it anytime soon.
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Re: Official War Thread
A burp was heard from beneath the waves.Longbow of Toketi wrote:
SUMMARY:
-Courtesy of Andreas' loan of a ship, The Scalziin sail an intercept course for Extreme's surface fleet (seeing as it is en route to the islands). -Well out of range, the troops jump ship, and the ship sails out of range.
-Once Extreme's ships (or any subs reasonably near to the surface) approach, they all slip underwater, and swim towards the ships mimicking a pod of sharks (to confuse sonar, if the sonar can even pick them up. They're people-sized swimmers for god's sake.)
--To match the ship's speed, a special suit is used (pm'd to judges), as well as precise timing (calculated on the ship), and (if needed) they can use some pressurized gas in the air tanks to increase speed (underwater jetpack, McGiver style).
-Once the ships pass overhead, they swim up and stick thermite, C4, and other high explosives to this ships. If need be, they can use magnetics to cling to the ships' hulls, and then climb up a short distance.
-Once all the charges are planted, they sink back down to a safe depth, then press the big red button.
-If any sailors, troops, people attempt to escape the sinking ships via the water, the Scalziin use harpoon guns to eliminate them.
Summary:
Grateful sharks devour the paddling Scalziin.
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Re: Official War Thread
OOC: Apparently the reason that this war is going nowhere is because Harvey is waiting for someone, anyone at all to post a continuation to this story. So here I am.
Picking up on the Harvey Story.
Picking up on the Harvey Story.
Summary: Harvey, Areuhat, Nicholas and Lucious arrive in Enhasa. They discover all that has gone on since they paradropped, and make plans to organise a leader conference to take down the Omen.The four companions were in a jeep nearing Enhasa. Lucious driving, quite aware of the danger they might be going into. Nicholas trying to telepathically contact anyone who could help them, but being too tired to do so. Areuhat sitting in silence, her thoughts her own only. And Harvey waiting slightly nervously next to Lucious, wondering how the PRH he would sort out the Omen, and more immediately, how he would stop them all being killed or given life-imprisonment by the Maraguan enemies. Four different people, united by a common goal. Four people who would do anything to give the Nelagans the freedom they deserved.
They left the jeep at the side of the road 100m or so outside of town. It would be easier to negotiate without looking at all threatening. After the destruction of Ardy's Reach, these Maraguans would probably be fearing for their lives. They slowly walked through the gates into Enhasa. And continued walking. All was quiet.
"There should be a night-guard, at least!" said Areuhat.
"What are these Maraguans thinking? Ardy's Reach is gone and the Nova English are on their tails, yet do not defend their last city?" said Nicholas.
"I know about the Enhasans," said Harvey. "They must have a very good reason for this... we must be walking into a TRA-"
Absolutely nothing happened.
"Why exactly did you end your sentence with 'tra'?" said Lucious. "Is this some Nelagan custom?"
"No, it's not," said Nicholas. "But I was talking of my brother during our long walk after the paradrop, and we got onto the subject of Sakat and Stora. If Stora was in control, that would have been a trap right where we stepped when Harvey said that."
"Which there obviously wasn't," said Areuhat.
"Yes," said Nicholas. "Which means history must be happening like Sakat wants it to."
"Interesting, but I can't see how it helps us right now," said Lucious. "Surely that would make the Maraguans more likely to ignore negotiations?"
"Unfortunately, I see your point," said Harvey. "But we have to do this. I have to do this."
They continued to walk, getting ever closer to the centre, where the town meeting hall was.
"Look," said Nicholas. "Lights, there. The whole city is in war blackout, but some light must be seeping through."
"There must be something important happening for the Maraguans not to notice that," said Lucious.
"And we," said Areuhat, "need to find out what it is."
They walked up to the doors of the meeting hall, and in great narrative style, they were large wooden ones. Harvey pushed them open and walked through, the others following.
"My name is Harvey Lekuan," he said, as heads turned from all corners of the room. It seemed as though the entire Enhasan military were here. In fact, they seemed bigger than Harvey would have expected. "I represent the Gold Eagle Society, and the hope of Nelaga. I never wanted war. I merely wanted Nelagans to live in peace as they were born to do. But war has come. The Omen, which I sought to use as a weapon to scare the enemy away and ensure less blood is shed, has been taken over by my third in command, Nickleson. He... destroyed Ardy's Reach, and even now is gathering power to destroy more. We must join forces to destroy the Omen, or-"
"We know," interrupted a figure that none of them but Lucious recognised. "I am Major Phelps of the Nova English Armed Forces. Stand to attention, Lucious."
"Sir! Pardon, but what the hell are you doing here! Have we already taken the city? Where are the Enhasans?" said Lucious.
"Right here," said another voice. "We've heard the whole story, and I have agreed that we shall join forces with our enemies to rid the world of this Nickleson and the Black Omen. I am Seneschal Jonas."
"Seneschal," said Harvey respectfully, then, "What the PRH is going on!"
"Brigadier Cecil radioed out to all commanders shortly after escaping the Omen. Everyone realised just how powerful the Omen was after Ardy's Reach, and we've now joined forces."
"Good old Cecil," said Nicholas, smiling.
"Well, if this is all over, might I rejoin my comrades," said Lucious.
"Sure," said Harvey. "Boy, this was a lot easier than I expected. But now we need to plan how to actually take the Omen down. I suggest a meeting of all leaders, or as many as we can get. As tough as it is, that thing has weaknesses. And we can exploit them."
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Summary: Andreas meets the Archaeologists, and convinces them of his good intentions (though a look cast by one may suggest there are others around). They prepare to look at the door. Andreas recognises the crystal as part of the power cells for the anti-grav motors.Andreas had crossed the river without incident. The island seemed deserted. He saw no Hyperboreans as he walked across it, and saw no Maraguoans around. And no wonder. They had all evacuated. Everyone was gone, it seemed ... except him.
The signs of why were clear around. Great trenches cut the landscape like gouges in a dying beast. Scattered around were patches of scorch marks, a testament to the fact that war these days was so often conducted from afar. Andreas kept walking, not know entirely what he was searching for, but looking for someone, anyone, left. Andreas knew archaeologists. A little thing like a war was no deterrence. The archaeologists would stay. And it was them he was looking for.
He had crossed during the night, but the sun was already in the sky by the time he found any signs of life. He looked up - there was the Omen, hanging in the sky like a great bat, ominous and feared. He looked down, and there, finally, he saw it. It looked like any normal trench, except that the holes went deeper than the rest of the trench, sinking into the earth. Andreas gripped his staff tighter, muttered, and the crystal on the top lit up. He descended into the trench, and, with the light of the his staff, strided boldly into the tunnel.
He continued on for about fifty metres - the tunnel itself twisting and turning but always going downwards with a steep slow - until he began to hear voices. Snatches of conversation. Educated, non-murderous conversation. He removed the glow from his staff, took a moment to access the situation, then strode boldly in.
"What do we have here?" he asked jovially, as he cast a quick glance around the room. There were four men there - three were Hyperborean, and one he couldn't place. They were gathered around what looked like a door, with some strange inscriptions on the front. One of the Hyperboreans he recognised as Sorri Prinion, an archaeologist who specialised in pre-Apollonian culture. Andreas strode up to him and shook his hand warmly. "Sorri Prinion, so lovely to meet you - you don't mind if I call you Sorri, do you? Of course not. I love your work - I've been following your investigation into early Goldshire with particular interest. Found any more information to confirm your theory of Khaz-Modian descent?"
Everyone stared at him, except for one of the Hyperboreans, whose eyes flicked to another passage for a moment, then back to Andreas. Andreas pretended not to notice, and Sorri, recovering, says, "Err ... who are you?"
"Oh, how rude of me," Andreas replied, smiling brightly. "Andreas the Wise, Director of the Archaeological Institute on Glanurchy."
"You mean the man who led the expedition to recover the lost Anti-grav motors?" Sorri replied, eyes growing wide.
"The one and only," Andreas replied.
"What an amazing coincidence ... you could be of so much help here!" Sorri exclaimed, starting to pull him over to the door.
"Hang on, your face is familiar ... aren't you King of Novatainia?" asked one of the Hyperboreans.
"King of Novatainia, Duke of Kildare, Lord of Magic, Keeper of the Keys, and a dozen other titles," Andreas replied dismissively. "What of it?"
"Aren't you attacking us?" the Hyperborean asked suspiciously.
"Goodness no," Andreas said. "Some of my men did leave you on this island to avoid unnecessary damage. And some others were a little overzealous in the use of bombs - still, nothing like the Extreme Mercenaries. But this is archaeology! If I'd known there were artifacts of note down here before the war I would never have allowed anyone near the island. You might have heard how hard I worked to get rid of the Lovelians? Told them it was to avoid my citizens dying - which it was. Didn't mention that any threats to attack them were empty ones, they'd managed to camp right next to ruins of Kajar. I simply had to get them away before anything happened."
"I would vouch for this man with my life," Sorri bravely said. "He's an archaeologist of the highest calibre!"
"I don't know about that," Andreas said modestly. "I just dabble a bit here and there. My skills lie more in interpreting afterwards, and, of course, treasure hunting. Which looks like exactly what we're doing here. So, what's behind the door?"
"That's what we hope you can help us find out," Sorri said, turning back to the door. Excitedly he pulled out something from his pocket, and showed it to Andreas. It glowed, and hovered slightly.
"Recognise this?" he asked.
"Where did you get this?" Andreas asked, going quite serious.
"We found it near here," Sorri replied. "We think it's part of the old Anti-Gravity motors."
"It's more important than that," Andreas replied. "It's a power cell for one of them. I thought they had all died long ago. To find one still alive ..."
"You've seen live power cells?" the suspicious Hyperborean asked.
"Of course," Andreas said. "My Institute is in the Flying Duchy of Glanurchy."
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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Re: Official War Thread
Antican Destroyer Kymothoē
This had to be by far the luckiest ship in the service. That was the thought that Ariston Melanthius had come back to, over and over again. In the two battles that they had participated in, the Battle of the Western Sea and the Battle of Airosamente Bay, the Kymothoē had been the odd one out, the only one that had not been hit. Somehow blessed, he mused. Blessed more than the others, at least.
Ariston washed the mixture of foam and stubble from his razor, then lifted it to his face to make another broad stroke with it. As for his sister's luck... it was immeasurable. Of the nearly one hundred officers of the EnyÅ and ThoÅsa, only 24 survived. And his sister was one of them. Luck beyond regular odds, Ariston thought. No longer did Ariston mourn, counting his sister among the lost, but he could be thankful that the gods had seen fit to return her to him. Other than his aging grandmother, she was the only family left to him. Now that their detour to Maraguo was complete and they were heading back northwest, his sister and the Commodore were flying in. The Commodore to make an assessment of the situation and meet with the Lovelian Admiral, and... no one was sure why his sister was tagging along. Ariston didn't care. He had lost his sister, and now she was returned to him.
His telephone buzzed, and he picked it up promptly. "Melanthius here. Go ahead."
"You wanted to be notified. The Commodore has arrived on the Halimēdē--"
"--Excellent! Have one of our helicopters readied to depart shortly."
"Aye-- sir, I've just been informed that the Commodore is heading over to the Lovelian command ship, while Lieutenant Melanthia is being sent to the Menippē."
"...I see... understood."
Ariston returned the receiver to its holder and quickly finished up. Why his sister was going to Darling's ship, he did not know.
Antican Destroyer Menippē
It sure did feel good to be washed and dressed properly again. Daphne hated having to trod around on some wilderness island in days old clothing, sweat mixing with dirt and dust and drying onto the skin. It was by far a most unpleasant experience. The helicopter door opened and Melanthia stepped through.
Standing and waiting for her was who was probably the Menippē's First Lieutenant. "Welcome aboard..." He began, pausing as he looked at her insignia. "...Captain?"
"Correct, Lieutenant. Lead me to Captain Darling, if you please."
"Aye, sir."
The helicopter's door lifted back up and closed, the helicopter itself then taking off and flying away. Captain Scutarius of the Halimēdē had been nice enough to lend her the proper collar insignia for the position. He said to her in a whispered voice that if this were what was necessary to get the job done, he would gladly be of assistance. Obviously, there hadn't been enough time to change her tunic's sleeves to conform with the promotion, but the collar insignia said enough.
Captain Darling was in his cabin, what she was informed to be the usual place to find him. When he opened the door in response to Daphne's insistent knocking, she could see that he had accidently drooled onto his shirt. He looked straight at her, then scanned her from head to toe and back. "Can I help you?" He said plainly.
"You may indeed, Captain. I have received orders from Commodore Octavius to relieve you of command of the Destroyer Menippē, effective immediately."
"Did... did he give a reason!?" He looked angry, and that anger was being directed at her. Probably because she was both the messenger and the one benefiting from the message.
"None was provided to me, but I am sure that you may take the issue up with him." Captain Melanthia then turned and walked up the corridor to the Command Center to get acquainted with her new crew.
Antican Destroyer Halimēdē
The Commodore had barely acknowledged Katharine's presence in those few short minutes that he had bothered to spend aboard. Instead, he entered the ship's Command Center to retrieve Captain Scutarius and Lieutenant Ischyrius and speak to them in private. All she received from him was a relatively cold momentary glance, and the departure of the Captain and the First Lieutenant left her on Watch.
Their layover at Enhansa was extremely short lived, with barely enough time to load missiles into their tubes and to put some temporary windowpanes into the pilothouse. There was not even enough time to find or at least cobble together a proper wheel. Instead, their controls in the pilothouse consisted only of one station that had been stolen from the Command Center -- weather forecasts weren't all that necessary for the time being, anyway -- hooked up to a joystick. It was a poor setup, one to be replaced at the earliest possible convenience.
The intercom on the command console buzzed. Katharine picked up the handset and pressed the blinking button on its control panel. "Command Center. Valeria here."
"Sir, the steering has frozen up again." Midshipman Telenia said on the other side.
"Understood. Let us know when you get it back."
"Will do, sir."
Katharine returned the handset to its holder, and turned to the Comm Operator. "Communications, let everyone know that our steering is temporarily out for the moment again, and we will be missing the upcoming turn. Once we get it back, we will adjust and catch up."
"Aye, sir."
Following the surrender at Airosamente, the HalimÄ“dÄ“, DÅtÅ, MenippÄ“, and KymothoÄ“ had accompanied the Lovelian Fleet around to Maraguo -- taking care to avoid the Omen --, where they accomplished one of the most desperate of resupplies and repairs seen, done in the shortest amount of time possible. Now, they were sailing back, to make their attempt on the Omen. Intelligence reported that the Omen had finally settled into position over Nova Kajar, undoubtedly preparing itself to repeat what it had done to Ardy's Reach.
Captain Scutarius had accompanied the Lovelian Admiral in a helicopter to see what had happened to Ardy's Reach. The Maraguans were intent on seeing their combined fleet rearmed and repaired as soon as could be. Whatever they had seen at Ardy's Reach, however sobering the destruction was, it made them understand, and upon return said that they were departing in twelve hours, ready or not.
Now, they were passing to the south of Nang, and the massive, unnaturally floating leviathan that was the Omen was in view of the Lovelians early warning aircraft.
The Comm Operator reported, "HMLS Spexico is hailing... it's Commodore Octavius. He wishes to speak with Captain Scutarius.
Katharine sighed slightly. "Patch it through to his cabin."
"Aye, sir."
Within a few minutes, Captain Scutarius stepped into the Command Center.
"All Hands to Combat Stations. Lieutenant Valeria, please take Fire Control.
"Aye sir." She replied, moving over to Fire Control, standing behind the manned sets of consoles.
"All sections report at Combat Stations, sir."
"Fire Control, ready all Jav--" Scutarius stopped himself, then corrected. "Ready all Cruise Missiles."
Thankfully, they had spent enough time in Enhasa to load up on Lovelian cruise missiles to replace their used Javelins. The Lovelians did indeed also provide personnel to check systems and ensure that they were compatible. If nothing else, firing those missiles were given primary consideration. The Specialist at the missile control station checked the status of each missile, Katharine standing behind him, reading it all off.
"All cruise missiles ready for launch. Tubes open."
"Target the Omen, wait for my order to launch."
"Aye, sir. Target set to the Omen." Katharine was not sure just how accurate these foreign-made missiles were. It was a hint of ethnocentrism, mixed with the genuine fact that they had no idea precisely how they performed.
"Inform the Spexico that we are ready to launch."
"Aye sir."
The Radar Operator called out next. "Reading multiple aircraft taking off from the HMLS Jon Bond. Both Antican and Lovelian fighters."
"Understood. Fire Control, when we receive the order from the Spexico, fire missiles."
"Aye, sir."
Antican Fighters and Lovelian Fighters engage the Omen long enough to launch a barrage of anti-radiation missiles, to help knock out any active onboard radar systems. This is followed by an even larger barrage of cruise missiles from the surface ships. Something on the level of 160 missiles from the Antican destroyers, which is most likely matched by the Lovelians.In the air off the southwestern coast of Nelaga
Lieutenant Hayes could already make out the Omen against the surrounding sky, still so very much in the distance. A chill crawled up from the base of her spine up to her neck. She could feel her skin goosebumping. She clicked on her radio when the time came.
"Anticans, ready to fire missiles on my mark."
Undoubtedly, her Lovelian counterpart was giving the same message, but they were on a different set of channels to avoid mix ups. So far, the Omen hadn't open fire, but they were only just reaching visual range with it. And it being about two and a half kilometers up, visual range was still quite a distance. Even at a distance, they were performing regular, random maneuvering. The Omen was supposed to have laser-based weapons. Lasers which could strike out at them almost immediately, meaning that they had to constantly move in order to be more difficult to shoot at.
The Radar picture changed, both in her fighter's own readings and that of the Lovelian early warning aircraft's relay. The Omen was firing some sort of missiles in their direction.
"Strymonia, your flight. Take those out."
After a bout of static, the two syllables, "Wilco," came in on the radio. Just a few more moments, and they would reach range for their anti-radiation missiles. "Interceptors away!" Strymonia called out shortly after. On the Radar, everything came together, and one of the Omen's missiles continued on, chasing one of their fighters.
"Patras, it's on your tail!"
"I know!" That fighter maneuvered away from the rest of their group, taking the missile trailing it with it. A burst of chaff put up a small cloud on the Radar, and when the Omen's missile ran through it, it exploded.
Hayes clicked back on her radio to transmit again. "All fighters, weapons bays open. Fire on my command."
They inched closer and closer to the great hulk of the Omen, which had become larger and larger before them. Finally, the displayed range to target dropped below their missiles' maximum range of 100 kilometers.
"All fighters, fire anti-radiation missiles."
Each fighter, Antican and Lovelian, fired one anti-radiation missile after another. Six from the internal weapons bays and four from the external pylons. Each fired in quick succession, and then the Antican fighters flipped tail over nose and reversed themselves back and away, while the Lovelian fighters banked and turned around.
Another set of missiles shot out from the Omen. Some of them intercepted the anti-radiation missiles, but not enough of them. Those continued on their merry way toward their targets on the Omen. The rest of the Omen's missiles continued to close on the fighters. They were definitely supersonic missiles, Hayes thought as she automatically called out orders to her fighters without even needing to think on it. One by one, the Omen's missiles were diverted by chaff and decoys or taken out with the fighters' short-range air-to-air missiles.
As the group of Antican and Lovelian fighters made their way back out, Hayes could see on the Radar image another series of objects, cruise missiles, surging out from their joint naval group. They were nearly countless, all streaming towards their target, the Omen.
I know that this post does partially take control of the Lovelian Fleet, but considering that Montague is unavailable right now, I don't think he'll mind too much. Especially since I'm not blowing them up.
Antican Destroyer Halimēdē
"Radar image is clearing up, sir." The Radar Operator stated.
After a long moment of waiting, Captain Scutarius asked, "Is there any sign of the Omen's status?"
"It... it appears that it's still in position over Nova Kajar. The Lovelians' EWA is making a closer pass to better assess its status."
Captain Scutarius bowed his head and sighed. All of the preparation, and it was still there. No matter what level of damage it took. It was still there.
"From the look of it, the Omen was knocked several hundred meters out of its stationkeeping position, but is now slowly moving back into that position. Nothing yet on what damage it might have taken."
Scutarius lifted his head up to turn it towards the Communications Station. "Contact the Spexico. Ask if they have any instructions."
"Aye sir..." Even the Comm Operator's voice sounded defeated.
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Re: Official War Thread
Alone in the waters
Three days had passed since the submarines saw action. It was all quiet now. The war here near Toketi was quiet, the war on the other side was quiet as well.
X-101 had managed to stay afloat, and her crew was picked by Osprey helicopters in sevearl rounds and taken back to X-1000. The ship herself was stranded in the middle with a very small skeleton crew on her. Their mission was simply to keep monitoring the waters, fire the weapons at the enemy if detected and escape on the raft provided if enemy threatened to blow the X-101. Just incase the enemy failed to blow up and submarine, the crew was ordered to blow it up. Explosives were already placed throughout the ship wherever it could be reached. The submarine was now of as much use as passive sonar buoy was, except it was manned. In a very small ruthless manner, it also served as a prison for the captain of the ship. He was chained to the deepest of rooms and locked in. If the ship was going to blow up, he was forced to go down with it.
X-100, on the other hand, had survived relatively well. There were a few small fires and some electrical power issues to some of the computer systems, but those had been solved. After the enemy submarines had disperesed, X-100 kept track of as many of those ships as possible, like X-101 had managed. They knew the enemy ship had retreated back and had not advanced further towards the surface fleet. As the last of the enemy submarine left the sonar detection range, X-100 had shot her torpedoes at the two remaining enemy submarines that had surfaced, blowing them up and sinking the remaining pieces. Luckily for them, those submarines had already lost their mobility and thus were sitting ducks for just about any weapon system on Micras. With the enemy submarines all retreating back, X-100 was rearmed with more torpedoes and counter-measures by the Osprey helicopters. After managing to regain its stock of weapons, X-100 began its journey back towards the surface fleet. She knew she was in safer waters and thus was surfaced entirely for the duration of her journey towards the surface fleet, submerging only when the surface fleet was in sight. This was also done for security measures and the safety of the submarine itself.
The five Ospreys had several flying missions over the three days. They flew in towards the submarines carrying extra torpedoes, counter-measures and mines for X-100, and returned back carrying the crew of X-101. Sometimes they flew in to deploy some security measures to protect against another enemy attack. However, in the last day or so, with the job done, the Osprey crews were taking a well-deserved breather. The crew of the Eurofighters and Raptors, though were as usual, with several of them going up in air in rounds, in order to maintain air presence at all times.
The surface fleet, during this entire period, had hardly moved at all. The moment the news of a battle between the submarines came in, the fleet had stopped entirely and security measures were put into place. Now though, with the enemy submarines even farther away than before, the surface fleet relieved itself and enjoyed a nice, quiet time in the oceans. That being said, defense was still a high priority. And now, X-101 was going to provide the long range warning. Though it covered only half the part of the waters, it was still vital in the chain of security defenses put up. The area of X-100 was nor dotted with a few passive sonar buoys. The idea was to just know the presence of enemy submarine. If enemy submarine was detected, air and naval power could be called in to further track the enemy submarine and destroy it.
For now, with the war machines of all countries coming to a stand-still, the mercenaries were just going to wait it out.
Summary:
Several missiles were fired against Toketi cities. All hit residential and industrial regions, several hundred people and millions of flowers died.
X-101 has a skeleton crew on it. Still floating in its old position.
X-101 resupplied and repaired (there were a few electrical problems and some small fires... nothing major) is back with the surface fleet.
Surface fleet had not moved at all during this conflict. This was PMed right away to Montague at the start of battle between me and North.
I am saying that three days have passed without any further incidents. This way, longbow can play with his NSS Camel. However, for that, do bear in mind that NSS Camel has to travel all the way to my surface fleet (whose exact position is still not known to either North or Longbow yet). And that to get to the surface fleet, it would have to go through some defensive measures in place (and thus would get detected). For instance, X-101 is still there listening on sonar, and in place of X-100 submarine, there are now a few passive sonar buoys. And other things, that I wont reveal at this moment.
Oh, and North, your submarines I said retreated back, and not towards my surface fleet. I know/can say which direction they went because I can easily listen to them on the sonar and thus know if they are retreating or pushing ahead. I didn't say they were pushing ahead because then I would have attacked those ships with other things I got. And thus, wasn't sure if you wanted that. If you do, then we'd have to back date the attacks to previous days (in-game time). Right now, with the three days up, we can safely say that the entire Micras world is at the same time speed. Thus, whatever happens here near Toketi waters is happening in parallel to whatever happens near Jasonia.
So, for instance, if I fired a missile into the air from my destroyer, it would be at the same time as the missile launches from Antica and Lovely against the Omen.
Three days had passed since the submarines saw action. It was all quiet now. The war here near Toketi was quiet, the war on the other side was quiet as well.
X-101 had managed to stay afloat, and her crew was picked by Osprey helicopters in sevearl rounds and taken back to X-1000. The ship herself was stranded in the middle with a very small skeleton crew on her. Their mission was simply to keep monitoring the waters, fire the weapons at the enemy if detected and escape on the raft provided if enemy threatened to blow the X-101. Just incase the enemy failed to blow up and submarine, the crew was ordered to blow it up. Explosives were already placed throughout the ship wherever it could be reached. The submarine was now of as much use as passive sonar buoy was, except it was manned. In a very small ruthless manner, it also served as a prison for the captain of the ship. He was chained to the deepest of rooms and locked in. If the ship was going to blow up, he was forced to go down with it.
X-100, on the other hand, had survived relatively well. There were a few small fires and some electrical power issues to some of the computer systems, but those had been solved. After the enemy submarines had disperesed, X-100 kept track of as many of those ships as possible, like X-101 had managed. They knew the enemy ship had retreated back and had not advanced further towards the surface fleet. As the last of the enemy submarine left the sonar detection range, X-100 had shot her torpedoes at the two remaining enemy submarines that had surfaced, blowing them up and sinking the remaining pieces. Luckily for them, those submarines had already lost their mobility and thus were sitting ducks for just about any weapon system on Micras. With the enemy submarines all retreating back, X-100 was rearmed with more torpedoes and counter-measures by the Osprey helicopters. After managing to regain its stock of weapons, X-100 began its journey back towards the surface fleet. She knew she was in safer waters and thus was surfaced entirely for the duration of her journey towards the surface fleet, submerging only when the surface fleet was in sight. This was also done for security measures and the safety of the submarine itself.
The five Ospreys had several flying missions over the three days. They flew in towards the submarines carrying extra torpedoes, counter-measures and mines for X-100, and returned back carrying the crew of X-101. Sometimes they flew in to deploy some security measures to protect against another enemy attack. However, in the last day or so, with the job done, the Osprey crews were taking a well-deserved breather. The crew of the Eurofighters and Raptors, though were as usual, with several of them going up in air in rounds, in order to maintain air presence at all times.
The surface fleet, during this entire period, had hardly moved at all. The moment the news of a battle between the submarines came in, the fleet had stopped entirely and security measures were put into place. Now though, with the enemy submarines even farther away than before, the surface fleet relieved itself and enjoyed a nice, quiet time in the oceans. That being said, defense was still a high priority. And now, X-101 was going to provide the long range warning. Though it covered only half the part of the waters, it was still vital in the chain of security defenses put up. The area of X-100 was nor dotted with a few passive sonar buoys. The idea was to just know the presence of enemy submarine. If enemy submarine was detected, air and naval power could be called in to further track the enemy submarine and destroy it.
For now, with the war machines of all countries coming to a stand-still, the mercenaries were just going to wait it out.
Summary:
Several missiles were fired against Toketi cities. All hit residential and industrial regions, several hundred people and millions of flowers died.
X-101 has a skeleton crew on it. Still floating in its old position.
X-101 resupplied and repaired (there were a few electrical problems and some small fires... nothing major) is back with the surface fleet.
Surface fleet had not moved at all during this conflict. This was PMed right away to Montague at the start of battle between me and North.
I am saying that three days have passed without any further incidents. This way, longbow can play with his NSS Camel. However, for that, do bear in mind that NSS Camel has to travel all the way to my surface fleet (whose exact position is still not known to either North or Longbow yet). And that to get to the surface fleet, it would have to go through some defensive measures in place (and thus would get detected). For instance, X-101 is still there listening on sonar, and in place of X-100 submarine, there are now a few passive sonar buoys. And other things, that I wont reveal at this moment.
Oh, and North, your submarines I said retreated back, and not towards my surface fleet. I know/can say which direction they went because I can easily listen to them on the sonar and thus know if they are retreating or pushing ahead. I didn't say they were pushing ahead because then I would have attacked those ships with other things I got. And thus, wasn't sure if you wanted that. If you do, then we'd have to back date the attacks to previous days (in-game time). Right now, with the three days up, we can safely say that the entire Micras world is at the same time speed. Thus, whatever happens here near Toketi waters is happening in parallel to whatever happens near Jasonia.
So, for instance, if I fired a missile into the air from my destroyer, it would be at the same time as the missile launches from Antica and Lovely against the Omen.
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Re: Official War Thread
several thuds were heard. 'Dumb sharks'.Ardashir Khan wrote: A burp was heard from beneath the waves.
Summary:
Grateful sharks devour the paddling Scalziin.
SUMMARY:
non-orbatted units can't hurt orbatted ones.
Several sharks die.
no scalziin are hurt.
Summary B:
Not amusing. Any further attempt will be met with something of extreme's level of decency.
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Re: Official War Thread
well i would debate you knowing exactly where my subs were going.
recognizing what they sound like still requires you to hear them (ie im saying they are really quiet you go lucky i passed right by you going at good speed)
sorry not time or energy for backstory...
SUMMARY: Subs do things... ie Secret move... OMG!
but no extreme they are not going closer to your force.
recognizing what they sound like still requires you to hear them (ie im saying they are really quiet you go lucky i passed right by you going at good speed)
sorry not time or energy for backstory...
SUMMARY: Subs do things... ie Secret move... OMG!
but no extreme they are not going closer to your force.
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Re: Official War Thread
Lost in a Bottle!
"GOD SAVE ME!" cried the weak captain.
"PLEASE!" he begged for mercy.
"HELP ME" he screamed at the top of his lungs. He banged hard on the floor and walls of the submarine. One such bang, became significantly loud and turned into a BOOM! The X-101 had met with an unexplained explosion. Only a part of the skeleton crew had survived. And they were now in a raft, floating aimlessly, waiting to be picked up by the Osprey helicopters.
Summary:
As per discussion, X-101 gets a massive explosion and sinks. The explosion is unexplained at the moment.
EDIT:
This is backdated to sometime in the 3 days of "lost" battle time...
"GOD SAVE ME!" cried the weak captain.
"PLEASE!" he begged for mercy.
"HELP ME" he screamed at the top of his lungs. He banged hard on the floor and walls of the submarine. One such bang, became significantly loud and turned into a BOOM! The X-101 had met with an unexplained explosion. Only a part of the skeleton crew had survived. And they were now in a raft, floating aimlessly, waiting to be picked up by the Osprey helicopters.
Summary:
As per discussion, X-101 gets a massive explosion and sinks. The explosion is unexplained at the moment.
EDIT:
This is backdated to sometime in the 3 days of "lost" battle time...
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Re: Official War Thread
“I want to interrupt,†said Jonas to Harvey, “It’s not Seneschal but Senechal. You misunderstanded me, maybe because of my Batavian accent.â€
Major Phelps of the Nova English Army and general Victor of the Maraguan Forces walked away while Jonas was welcoming their former enemies.
“The Nova English has told us a bit more of the situation. We gave his troops shelter in the Groote Schuur, the Great Barn in English. We are more then happy to do the same for you and your friends,†he said.
While guiding his gasts to the entrance of the meeting hall to bring them eventually to their shelter, a bishop walked in and enterupted them in their conversation.
“May the Gods be with you all,†the bishop said, “As highest representative of the Batavian Church in Maraguo, I welcome you!â€
“The news is spreading fast,†Harvey said.
“The Gods have given me a sign of your arrival... in the way of a phone call by the general and Nova English major.â€
“Monseigneur Alfons van Kerke is our bishop. A very friendly and wise man, he leads the civil guard of Enhasa,†interrupted Jonas the bishop. Alfons smiled to the Senechal and adressed himself back to the four companions.
“I don’t like fighting, but if our citizens are in danger, then I have the urge to defend our beloved country,†he said, “But times change...â€
“Just like the country you swear loyalty to,†interrupted Jonas the bishop.
“Indeed, I have proposed to join the Nelagans. Together we become a strong and peaceful nation,†bishop van Kerke said, “The citizens have approved this proposal, just before you guys entered the room.â€
“But... that means that the Jasonian Isles will be reunited,†Nicholas shouted.
“Now I need to wait on the response of the other Vryholders,†Jonas said, “I’m not happy yet. The problems aren’t over.â€
Summary: Bishop van Kerke has convinced the citizens of Enhasa to support the unification with Nelaga Territories. Senechal Jonas is still pessimistic, the problems aren’t over yet and he doesn’t know how the other Vryholders will react.
Honoured Servant of the Jingdaoese Heavenly Light and the Kaiseress of Shireroth
Re: Official War Thread
OOC: well, didn’t THIS get interesting again in a hurry. Trying to keep myself current with all the subplots I’ve involved in. I’ll do the Harvey part soonish.
Nickleson’s Backstory, part 2 of 3
Eight years ago
“Please, sit down,†the strange robed man was saying, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk.
Nickleson did so. The robe his potential client was wearing slightly unnerved him. Despite not entirely covering the front of his head, the man’s face was totally obscured. Not so much in blackness, but in… well, it was a difficult thing to describe. All Nickleson knew was that looking at it directly made him uncomfortable, and so he avoided doing so.
“You are Nickleson, yes?†he asked.
“Yes,†Nickleson replied. It was a stupid question really. He’d had to identify himself to at least three guards outside moments before.
“Tell me a bit about your record. No details are necessary, of course.†The man’s face was impossible to see, but Nickleson could have sworn those words were accompanied by a toothy smile.
Nickleson fidgeted and said, “Ran a mercenary submarine for fourteen years. It sank five ago. Since then, been doing hit jobs. A good number of them. Very high… hmm, let’s say ‘customer satisfaction’ with those.â€
“Of course, of course. You come highly recommended around here. I have a particular job that I need handled with the utmost speed and silence.†The man pulled out a blurry photograph and placed it on his desk. “The man’s name is Radru.â€
Nickleon froze. It only took a quick look at that photo to confirm that this indeed was the man that had bothered him earlier that day.
Apparently sensing some emotion, the robed man asked, “Do you know him?â€
“No,†Nickleson quickly said. It was mostly true anyway. “What else can you tell me about him?â€
“Very little. No known residence. He’s staying locally in the city, but apparently under a different name. No known associates. We don’t even have a last name.â€
“Well,†Nickleson said. “There are a few conditions. For political targets, even distant relatives, my rate is tripled. Too much heat. I won’t go after anyone who’s age is a multiple of 22, because of superstition. And I won’t go after anyone in the pizza industry, out of general principle.â€
“None of those apply. He is clearly younger than 22. He has no known job. And he is not a political target. He is simply someone that my organization wants dealt with, and swifty.â€
“My standard rate,†Nickleon said, handing the man a piece of paper.
“Accepted,†he replied. Nickleson couldn’t even be sure he looked at it. That was interesting. “Report back here when the job is done. No proof is necessary; we will know if you’re lying. Otherwise, make no attempt to contact us. You may start at once.â€
And that was that.
The next several days were little more than meaningless runarounds and dead end searches. Searching for a single man when you didn’t know his alias, contacts, or any information whatsoever about his lifestyle was maddening work. One had to try to follow up as many leads as possible, but to do so in too heavy-handed of a manner was sure to tip off the client. With no way to track him, ultimately Nickleson couldn’t risk letting Radru get spooked and try to flee the city. The extremely bothersome part about the whole matter was that Nickleson had no decently reliable proof this hadn’t already happened.
In the end, it was when he was back at that deli taking his frustration out of a sandwich that Radru happened to walk in the door.
“Hey,†Nickleson said.
Radru’s eyes widened. “Nickleson! Hey, man! Are you starting to remember about me and Esthar and all that?â€
This was it. This was what it came down to; this question right here. How did he respond? Say yes and he’d be expected to know things that he didn’t. Say no and Radru might lose faith in him entirely.
“I don’t know,†Nickleson chose carefully. “Maybe. But, I think I want to talk it over. In private. I have work for the rest of the day, but maybe we can talk later? Are you staying somewhere?â€
“Yeah!†The excitement was clear in Radru’s face. Jackpot. “I have a hotel. I can cook us a dinner. How about around seven. You off work by seven?†He was scrawling down an address on some filthy paper.
“Yeah, that sounds good.†Nickleon took the address. “I know where this is. Okay. Seven. I need to get going now, but I’ll see you then.†He got up and walked to the door with the rest of his sandwich.
“Great! Awesome man! See you then.†Radru called to him as he left.
This was perfect. The hotel Radru was staying at was in a seedy part of town. Just the sort of place where all sorts of unpleasant business could, and would, go down. Seven PM gave Nickleson a few hours to try to get in touch with one of his best contacts. Before the sun rose tomorrow, Radru would be dead, oh yes. But there were too many unanswered questions to do it the standard way. What Nickleson had in mind was something special.
Summary: Nickleson backstory part two. Omen survives missile attack.FIoJ Fist Omen-Class Gravship, somewhere closing Nova Kajar
The Sarsago Shuffle was a terrible maneuver. One that should never have to be actually used. Yet, when you have 160 cruise missiles being shot at you, a certain level of self-preservation takes over. Nobody on the crew knew what a “Sarsago†was, or what it had to do with this maneuver. All they knew was that the whole mess left them nautilus and disoriented but alive.
Cruise missiles! The arrogance! The Omen was big and cumbersome, but not exactly immobile. But if there was one thing this war had shown the Omen’s crew, it was that nobody other than themselves had the courage to get up close and personal. Maybe shooting missiles until the problem went away worked with softer targets. But the FIoJ Fist laughed at such folly.
The Omen’s swarm pod seeker missiles were stationed to defend a full sphere around the Omen at the expensive of defending against a single concentrated attack from one direction. An attack like 160 cruise missiles shooting at them at once. Coupled with those scanner-mucking things that had been launched beforehand and made individual anti-missile targeting impossible left them with only one realistic option.
The Sarsago Shuffle.
The Omen spun like a top, moving away from the missiles as it did so. As each swarm pod seeker station came in line with the incoming missiles, it fired. As it passed by, the crew reloaded the station for another pass. Around and around. Swarm pod seeker after swarm pod seeker.
There were a LOT of missiles in the air. Missiles hunting the Omen, missiles breaking into other missiles, missiles hunting missiles, and missiles trying to stop missiles from hunting other missiles.
From the ground, the whole mess must have looked terribly embarrassing. The largest superweapon the world had ever seen, spinning like a midway carousel with a cloud of gnats surrounding it.
Several weaker-stomached members of the crew needed to make hasty trips to the lavatory in mid maneuver. Some didn’t make it.
The ammunition alone fired by both sides could have probably covered a smaller country’s national budget for a few months.
It was an impressive salvo. But, in the end, the Omen survived. A few got through the madness and managed to impact the swirling monstrosity, but damage reports were relatively light. After all, though the Omen’s guns were substantial, it was largely a defensive craft, designed to get deep into enemy territory before unleashing its wrath.
Right now, it was almost there. Nova Kajar was still a way’s off, but all crews were preparing for the deathblow blast.
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Re: Official War Thread
Military Action
Somewhere South of Nang
"Got her. Tagged the target. Do you have the firing solutions?" asked the captain.
"Yes captain."
"Fire all torpedoes." ordered the captain. And with that four torpedoes sped away towards the white ship at Nang. On the sides of the large superstructure of the ship, as well as on the smokestack, was a big red cross mark on it.
"Fire the missiles as planned. I want to see the torpedoes hit. Alert me at the first sign of enemies."
Summary:
X-200, one my submarines, fires 4 torpedoes at Jeremy's Helena ship to keep up the tradition.
It then fires 30 Tomahawks at Nova Kajar.
10 with BLU-96 FAE submunitions (fuel air explosives).
10 with BLU-97 submunitions (effective against armor, personnel and material).
8 are the base tomahawk version (thus, nothing fancy).
2 with BLU-96 FAE submunitions (fuel air explosives) aimed at the archaeological dig site, where Andreas is/was. (If this interferes with the story, let me know).
The missiles are obviously aimed at the enemy positions.
Somewhere South of Nang
"Got her. Tagged the target. Do you have the firing solutions?" asked the captain.
"Yes captain."
"Fire all torpedoes." ordered the captain. And with that four torpedoes sped away towards the white ship at Nang. On the sides of the large superstructure of the ship, as well as on the smokestack, was a big red cross mark on it.
"Fire the missiles as planned. I want to see the torpedoes hit. Alert me at the first sign of enemies."
Summary:
X-200, one my submarines, fires 4 torpedoes at Jeremy's Helena ship to keep up the tradition.
It then fires 30 Tomahawks at Nova Kajar.
10 with BLU-96 FAE submunitions (fuel air explosives).
10 with BLU-97 submunitions (effective against armor, personnel and material).
8 are the base tomahawk version (thus, nothing fancy).
2 with BLU-96 FAE submunitions (fuel air explosives) aimed at the archaeological dig site, where Andreas is/was. (If this interferes with the story, let me know).
The missiles are obviously aimed at the enemy positions.