Official war thread
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Re: Official war thread
The handsome modern villa stood in around 3 acres of beautiful forrested land on the outskirts of Directrus. This is where the dachas of Ocia's elite where. Anthony Montague had had that eliteness thrust upon him since he had arrived in Ocia, first as a visiting dignatory and then as the bright new hope of Ocian politics before being undone by what Ocian's endearingly termed realpolitik. Montague had a less flattering name for it: betrayal. The last Presidential election before the great schism of the nation had been the catalyst for the split between Kovacian West and Dervinian East. Somehow Montague had ended up on the Dervinian side, despite it being him who he felt great resentment for. Kovac had been tempted by glittering baubles of power offered by Dervin while Montague had offered nothing but the chance to serve.
In the months since the reconciliation of both Ocias after the failed armed Western attempt, Montague had spoken with Kovac a number of times. The conversations had been fruitful. Kovac had apologised for his lapse of judgement and admitted he had regretted it. He had even offered Montague the chance to stand for Federal elections. Montague had declined. He had vowed to not stand for election after that first Presidential election and the only reason he had been bungled into being Prime Minister of the Eastern Federation was due to a "anybody-but-Dervin" campaign. And now, he was pretty much confined to his villa. Although free and able by law to do what he wanted, Montague knew he still had enemies who didn't necessarily play by the law. He wasn't going to risk leaving the security of his villa, manned by men loyal to him. They had been drafted from the Lovely SAS as a gift from his old friend Admiral Hastings, Chief of Lovely's Defence Staff.
He was expecting company from an old friend in the East. General Pavel Leonovitch Martinskeyev had been C-in-C of the Eastern Ocian Defence Staff and Montague had built a lasting friendship with the man; a keen soldier and tactician who valued the insights Anthony was able to give him from memories of his father, Charles Lord Montague. Anthony was in the library, with its huge glass window overlooking the neatly cut lawn which was only disturbed by trees, lightposts and the occasional rabbit. The door opened as Martinskeyev was ushered in by a butler.
"Pasha! So good to see you again! Take a seat. Whiskey or vodka?" asked Montague, taking his reading glasses off and placing them along with his book down on a side table.
"Ah, Vodka please Anthony Charlesovitch. Whiskey will not do for me tonight." replied General Martinskeyev, a warm smile on his wrinkled 60 yr old face. Montague walked over to the drinks cabinet and poured him and his guests. Although both men had introduced each other to the respective drinks, they still preferred their own.
"So Pasha, not off to the front yet? How goes our war?" asked Montague, handing his guest the drink before sitting on his own chair.
"It is hard to know. Ignore the reports of glorious fighting across all of Amokolia. The Amokolians stabbed us in the back and declared independence, leaving nearly two thirds of my entire Amokolian Corps stranded in La Terre! My man there, Biscan, was my most promising subordinate! From what we know though, it appears he did a good job. Reports indicate he destroyed the combat effectiveness of an entire Shirerithian Corps before finally having to surrender. If he ever comes back, I'd want him promoted and having what he did taught to all the General Staff at the Academy at Lugano!" declared Pasha with a grin.
"If he comes back?" asked Montague.
"Like my entire Corps, he is not politcally reliable. Why else is the remainder of my brigade here acting in the reserve when my men are the best trained and my Generals the best?" reported Pasha, with derisive snort. He spoke the last the words politically unreliable with contempt.
"I'm sure every Corps Commander says the same thing about their Commanders Pasha." assured Montague.
"Not every Corps Commander has his force comprised of Eastern Ocian troops, Anthony. None of my force likes this SDO crap. If it wasn't for this war, my entire Corps would have been disbanded most likely! It is that fool Kovac and his stooge the dog Kolya. They like their pretty ribbons and uniforms to go only on the politically reliable." retorted Pasha.
"Be careful who you say that to. Its traitorous talk. Consider yourself lucky to be speaking amongst friends, Pasha. How is our naval situation?" warned Montague
"We've blocked the rivers to our naval bases. Our ships cannot get out and their crews are being sent to the front as reserves. The only ships out are 2 Cruisers which were sent to Amokolia to form a squadron with their navy. One has most definitely been captured according to news reports and the other has been sunk apparently in retaliation for a raid on Shireroth. That's probably propaganda as no emergency beacon has been activated to our knowledge and they would have paraded the suriviors on their media. What would your father have done with what meagre means I have to work with?" asked Pasha, almost despairingly. Montague felt for the man. The Ocia he had grown up in had been corrupted and now was being invaded. He could not fight the way he wanted and was forced to defend the capital against an attack from the air that would never come.
"My father would have staked the defence of Ocia on a naval campaign. Failing that he'd do what he did at Ambassador." replied Montague.
"Ahh Ambassador. That was a glorious day for him. Another fighting man betrayed by politics though." acknowledged Pasha. At that moment his pager beeped, sending him a numerical code which ordered him back to Directus HQ.
"I must go Anthony Charlesovitch. I will come to see you soon. Take care of yourself."
"Same to you Pasha. You'll need to more than I will."
Summary:
Army Air Support Regiment moves to Nova Mesto. 10 S-300s go with it.
Dalmantian Armoured Cavalry moves to Izola by train and airlift. 10 S-300s go with it.
Dalmantian Artillery moves to Rijeka. 10 S-300s go with it.
1st Infantry Division continues building defensive positions in Directrus.
All remaining S-300s are to be positioned around Directrus to defend the capital against air attack.
In the months since the reconciliation of both Ocias after the failed armed Western attempt, Montague had spoken with Kovac a number of times. The conversations had been fruitful. Kovac had apologised for his lapse of judgement and admitted he had regretted it. He had even offered Montague the chance to stand for Federal elections. Montague had declined. He had vowed to not stand for election after that first Presidential election and the only reason he had been bungled into being Prime Minister of the Eastern Federation was due to a "anybody-but-Dervin" campaign. And now, he was pretty much confined to his villa. Although free and able by law to do what he wanted, Montague knew he still had enemies who didn't necessarily play by the law. He wasn't going to risk leaving the security of his villa, manned by men loyal to him. They had been drafted from the Lovely SAS as a gift from his old friend Admiral Hastings, Chief of Lovely's Defence Staff.
He was expecting company from an old friend in the East. General Pavel Leonovitch Martinskeyev had been C-in-C of the Eastern Ocian Defence Staff and Montague had built a lasting friendship with the man; a keen soldier and tactician who valued the insights Anthony was able to give him from memories of his father, Charles Lord Montague. Anthony was in the library, with its huge glass window overlooking the neatly cut lawn which was only disturbed by trees, lightposts and the occasional rabbit. The door opened as Martinskeyev was ushered in by a butler.
"Pasha! So good to see you again! Take a seat. Whiskey or vodka?" asked Montague, taking his reading glasses off and placing them along with his book down on a side table.
"Ah, Vodka please Anthony Charlesovitch. Whiskey will not do for me tonight." replied General Martinskeyev, a warm smile on his wrinkled 60 yr old face. Montague walked over to the drinks cabinet and poured him and his guests. Although both men had introduced each other to the respective drinks, they still preferred their own.
"So Pasha, not off to the front yet? How goes our war?" asked Montague, handing his guest the drink before sitting on his own chair.
"It is hard to know. Ignore the reports of glorious fighting across all of Amokolia. The Amokolians stabbed us in the back and declared independence, leaving nearly two thirds of my entire Amokolian Corps stranded in La Terre! My man there, Biscan, was my most promising subordinate! From what we know though, it appears he did a good job. Reports indicate he destroyed the combat effectiveness of an entire Shirerithian Corps before finally having to surrender. If he ever comes back, I'd want him promoted and having what he did taught to all the General Staff at the Academy at Lugano!" declared Pasha with a grin.
"If he comes back?" asked Montague.
"Like my entire Corps, he is not politcally reliable. Why else is the remainder of my brigade here acting in the reserve when my men are the best trained and my Generals the best?" reported Pasha, with derisive snort. He spoke the last the words politically unreliable with contempt.
"I'm sure every Corps Commander says the same thing about their Commanders Pasha." assured Montague.
"Not every Corps Commander has his force comprised of Eastern Ocian troops, Anthony. None of my force likes this SDO crap. If it wasn't for this war, my entire Corps would have been disbanded most likely! It is that fool Kovac and his stooge the dog Kolya. They like their pretty ribbons and uniforms to go only on the politically reliable." retorted Pasha.
"Be careful who you say that to. Its traitorous talk. Consider yourself lucky to be speaking amongst friends, Pasha. How is our naval situation?" warned Montague
"We've blocked the rivers to our naval bases. Our ships cannot get out and their crews are being sent to the front as reserves. The only ships out are 2 Cruisers which were sent to Amokolia to form a squadron with their navy. One has most definitely been captured according to news reports and the other has been sunk apparently in retaliation for a raid on Shireroth. That's probably propaganda as no emergency beacon has been activated to our knowledge and they would have paraded the suriviors on their media. What would your father have done with what meagre means I have to work with?" asked Pasha, almost despairingly. Montague felt for the man. The Ocia he had grown up in had been corrupted and now was being invaded. He could not fight the way he wanted and was forced to defend the capital against an attack from the air that would never come.
"My father would have staked the defence of Ocia on a naval campaign. Failing that he'd do what he did at Ambassador." replied Montague.
"Ahh Ambassador. That was a glorious day for him. Another fighting man betrayed by politics though." acknowledged Pasha. At that moment his pager beeped, sending him a numerical code which ordered him back to Directus HQ.
"I must go Anthony Charlesovitch. I will come to see you soon. Take care of yourself."
"Same to you Pasha. You'll need to more than I will."
Summary:
Army Air Support Regiment moves to Nova Mesto. 10 S-300s go with it.
Dalmantian Armoured Cavalry moves to Izola by train and airlift. 10 S-300s go with it.
Dalmantian Artillery moves to Rijeka. 10 S-300s go with it.
1st Infantry Division continues building defensive positions in Directrus.
All remaining S-300s are to be positioned around Directrus to defend the capital against air attack.
In Battle; Unbeatable.
In Victory; Unbearable.
In Victory; Unbearable.
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Re: Official war thread
No story.
Summary
Task Force Vanguard and MEU Farhang Reassembling in Kumarastan (except for the garrison which is still in Vistoc).
Sixteen special forces teams of four men each placed under the command of MEU Farhang.
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Task Force Vanguard and MEU Farhang Reassembling in Kumarastan (except for the garrison which is still in Vistoc).
Sixteen special forces teams of four men each placed under the command of MEU Farhang.
Re: Official war thread
SUMMARY:The moonlight and mist illuminated the forest clearing where the Ocian defences could be clearly seen. There had been no signs of movement, but Gyeneral Goltz knew one could never be too cautious. The forest provided good cover, and the fleet of trucks were awaiting at the end of a small muddy track which led to the campsite a few kilometres from the border where Goltz's troops were encamped. Astopov's larger force was on the way from Koldoff, but after La Terre, Goltz wanted one up on his fellow commander and had prepared the infiltration of the Ocian border in the early hours of the morning.
Pots of strong coffee and packets of cigarettes were being got through at a copious rate when the Gyeneral and his two moustachioed adjutants entered the encapment from the mobile command vehicle which served as a temporary field HQ for the Offensive Operations Unit.
The men stood to attention as the balalaikas, raunchy pin-ups of famous Jewesses, and flagons of Kosher Wine were cast down. Goltz strode through the silent ranks in the eerie forest clearing and drew his Cossack Shashka sword, appropriately engraved with the Aleinu in fine Hebrew script, prodding any slouching soldiers gently with its tip should they not salute. After a few minutes' consideration and much moustache-stroking and hushed whispers in Ladino by the two moustachioed and fezzed adjutants, a conclusion was reached.
'Peltzman! Sokol! Zaltzman! Farberman! Levitan! Shiniyuk! You're to be the covert infiltration party!'
Much back-patting and handshaking later from their comrades, the six soldiers realised Goltz was still staring at them.
'Well? Off you go!' The two adjutants grinned threateningly, revealing a row of golden tobacco-stained teeth and just about to draw their Shashkii. The six soldiers grabbed their rifles and helmets, shook the Field Rabbi's hand after a quick Hebrew blessing so fast a Khazar X1 Ekranoplan would feel obsolete.
Now on first name terms, as the camaderie of smiting uppity Goyishe Ocians evokes in the strongest specimens of Ashkenatzi Jewish citizenry, shuffling through the undergrowth near the perimeter fence, Pte. Miloch Levitan gave his squad commander Shivek Peltzman a large pair of bolt-cutters, promptly used generously on the wire mesh of the fence.
Quietly and silently, the group slipped through and approached the first bunker. The gun-slot was dark inside, with no signs of movement. In fact, a brief survey of the surrounding bunkers with night-vision goggles also revealed little to no movement, but learning from the example of Gedaliah (Peltzman had actually enjoyed Cheder Classes, if not only for the free Bagels). A quick couple of OAH Stick-Grenades, and the bunker lit up like the Ner Tamid in his village shul back home in Porolia.
The six men nodded to eachother, brushing the charred concrete dust from their uniforms, and moved on to the next bunkers.
Again, no response. But you can never be too careful.
The task was by now getting monotonous, and spraypainting an Aleph, accompanied by some pejorative Yiddish slurs at Ocia, had their roles in making it enjoyable again.
Peltzman, Sokol, Zaltzman, Farberman, Levitan, and Shiniyuk ambled back to camp in high spirits, and arrived to the sound of revving engines. The trucks had been decked out with banners proclaiming Brot un Brudershaft for the liberated Ocian masses, and mounted searchlights manned by fierce-looking moustachioed Cossack-lookalikes were defended by equally beardy machine-gun toting Hasidic troops, their peyot flapping listlessly in the night-time breeze.
The convoy sped up to the broken sector of perimeter, and a quick blast from a Gideon Sh70 leveled what remained. Upon arrival at the section of cleared bunkers, the troops contacted Command HQ by radio and set up the forward spearhead organisation as had been agreed with the Feldmarshall, fiddling with his eyepatch- amongst other things- somewhere in a grand office in Kolmenitzkiy.
Five Dipou A-3s sped overhead and the roar of explosives could be heard in the distance.
A Matzoh was ceremonially broken and the shards tossed to the four winds.
As Goltz proclaimed, it would be a Shabbat Seder in Directus for them all.
- My troops covertly break through into the border bunker area and begin detonating grenades in bunkers in the immediate area. 20 are attacked. The enemy forces are not listed as being present on any proven order of battle at the moment of the attack and may be discounted, so no resistance is encountered.*
- The Judæo-Keltian Offensive Operations Unit, now including the six soldiers responsible for the grenades and spraypainted propaganda, takes its modified Hammish trucks with searchlights, propaganda banners, and reinforced windscreens and charges at the frontier section where grenades have been detonated, destroying the remaining frontier fence with rocket launchers.
- Troops disembark from trucks in the notified cleared area and x100 Infantry Squads, comprising each of a 2 man GPMG team and 1 man Gideon Anti-Tank supported by 2 LSW gunners and 2 infantry (7 men per squad, 700 in total) equipped with assault rifles and plentiful grenades lead search and destroy missions of bunkers further afield to the East of their present location. A 64 man mortar detachment provides localised "artillery" support.
*Ergo not G-d modding.
Re: Official war thread
As the sun rose, piercing the errie, dark pine forests with its crimson glare, furtive glances and red noses told Herr Astopov that rousing his men to cross the frontier into enemy territory was not going to be immediately effective. The sound of heavy, bovine snores from a foxhole a few metres to the right of him broke his solitary contemplation. Striding along to the offending party, Astopov interjected "Hauptmann! Rise and shine!" as he emptied his scolding hot cup of ration-issue cocoa on the rousing hasid's forearm. The response this heated assault created from the poor unfortunate - "Oy, look, just B-gger off, Kommander, will you?" - was not, Astopov feared, going to make this any easier for either of them. Astopov's favourite hobby - willful anatgonism - was in for a treat. Drawing his deliciously historically accurate Xiphos, scraping it sadistically along his equally pedantically constructed Linothorax breastplate, the grating screep of metal upon hardened, treated fabric was the classical equivalent to a teacher in some stedel in White Livonia administering swift auditary punishment to his or her class. After a few unsatisfactory seconds of this ordeal, Astopov decided to go for the old fashioned munition-boot treatment, which, administered promptly, ensured that the unfortunate Hauptman jumped out of his foxhole into the bracing, icy morning. After a few more repetitions of this, combined with a megaphone and more hot coffee, the "Hambears legion" was up and - somewhat begrudgingly - ready to go.
Summary:
- The "Hambears legion" follows Goltzs' JKOOU through the prodominantly empty bunkers
- 20 close protection troops on horseback and 20 standard infantry on skis speed on ahead of the column to keep an eye on the Ocian lands ahead
- Astopov dons his troops in Linothoraxoi fabric corsets and Xiphoi swords, in the manner of perhaps even those bold soldiers of the Illiad (c.1250?-/?576 at latest?) Greek hoplites (600-300 BC) and Hellenistic Phalangites (c.323-146/30BC/10AD). They give their cossack dress to local Hamlanders for a bit of a laugh.
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Re: Official war thread
Summary:‘Premorska Bunker is now the underground capital of our mighty Federation’ thought the Newly Promoted Colonel Stjepan Tudjmen in the Ocian Strategic Rocket Forces.The Bunker was now the area for consolidation of the Ocian top brass including the President himself, Comrade Marshal Kovac. Just as that particular thought came to mind as he sat in the war situations room on the eastern side of the concrete bunker, every soldgeir in the room rose to their feat and solauted Marshal Kovac who confidently strided into the sitations room in clad military fatigues to give new orders to the top brass. He motioned everyone to be seated as he hastily gave high command a rally speech before giving out his new orders. “Comrade Officers, the Ashkenatzi Facsist Devils have brought war and imperialist aggression to the very doorstep of our precious motherland. As of now they are building up their attacking force and using Hammish Territory as a staging ground. They are so arrogant to think that they can attack our motherland without feeling the wrath of our invincible fighting force!†Just as he said those words the room full of Ocia’s most senior officers erupted into patriotic cheers. â€Kill the Ashkenatzi, this is the cry of your Ocian Motherland! Take not one step back! Punish the Enemy! Take No Prisoners!†The whole room once again erupted into patriotic cheers. As these uplifting words penetrated my ears, intense feelings of anger towards the Facsists and their attempt to attack my nation, my family and my home came about me and invoked a desire to defeat the enemy.
The President then motioned towards the map. “Comrade Officers, launch a pre-emptive attack on their positions in Hamland, target airfields and advancing units, drive them back!†The President then calmly exited the room as the top brass once again arose in a respectful manner. Our orders were clear, and we all reported to our active battle group stations. At 0200 Hours we received targets and authorization from high Command to launch just under two dozen missiles at selected airfields in North East Hamland. As I cleared my station for missile launch, I glared at the countdown clock with a great satisfaction knowing that for once, the evil enemy would be receiving the brunt end of the bayonet. 5…4…3…2…1 The automated system confirmed a successful launch of 21 Intercontinental Precision Missiles from sites in Notranskja and Posavje and the room erupted into applause for 15 minutes as the missiles hit their targets.
One General joked, 'Maybe the next target should be the vactionspots of the Hammish HNP party elite"
-21 IPMs are Launched from Strategic Rocket Command II outside Stockorle and reach their targets which were several Air bases and Air strips in Eastern Hamland in the Koldoff area.
Aircraft and the runways themselves are destroyed
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Re: Official war thread
OOC: Nice godmodding, Kovac.
By the way, which kind of missile are they?
Antican fighters destroy incoming missiles.
Assault teams prepare for departure.
Pherousa's missile launcher transferred to Koldoff airbase for reassembly.
By the way, which kind of missile are they?
"LT, picking up missile launches in central Ocia." CPO Pace reported. "Counting seventeen-- no, twenty-one missiles launched. Heading West Northwest."
Lieutenant Phaedrias clicked over to the appropriate scrambled radio channel. "Patrol, Manticore 3. Tracking missiles launched from central Ocia, possibly heading towards Koldoff Airbase--"
"--Confirmed." CPO Pace interrupted on the internal comm. "Koldoff Airbase. Missiles now marked hostile."
"Missiles now marked hostile." Lt Phaedrias repeated to the Patrol leader. He tapped on his station and the relevant RADAR data was transferred to the patrol fighters.
"Understood, Manticore 3. Moving to intercept. Patrol fighters, Weapons Tight."
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"Manticore 3, this is Central. Pull back and take position over Petrynsk." Lt Paleon said into his handset. He held the handset against his shoulder to muffle the microphone and called out to the Comm Operator, "launch alert fighters. All other fighters on standby."
"Aye, sir." CPO Hadrian said. Flipping a switch on her panel, she relayed the orders. "Alert fighters, launch. Repeat, alert fighters launch."
Lt Paleon scratched at his nose. He glanced to his left and right, and then inserted his finger to remove the excess mucus.
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"Fox Three." Lt Hypseus stated as his missile launched. The missile raced forward, leaving a squiggling trail behind it.
First missile entered terminal stage. "Pitbull." First target destroyed. "Fox Three." As his second missile launched a few seconds later. Lt Hypseus had the tail end of the gauntlet that the patrol fighters had set up to block the path that the Ocians' missiles were taking. So far, the other fighters had taken down nine of them. Second missile entered terminal stage. "Pitbull." Second target destroyed. Hypseus made a sharp pitchback and pushed on the throttle. His third target was coming into position. Target locked onto. "Fox Three -- Maddog."
The patrol fighters regrouped. No enemy fighters detected, but they remained in a defensive posture. Alert fighters were in position further along the line. They had only ten Ocian missiles to handle among themselves. Third target destroyed. Nine Ocian missiles to handle.
Summary:Four helicopters. Able Squad of First Battalion, Naval Infantry's SRTs broke up into four groups of ten. With each of them were accompanied eight naval technicians in battlegear and carrying equipment. The order had come in to ready for departure.
Antican fighters destroy incoming missiles.
Assault teams prepare for departure.
Pherousa's missile launcher transferred to Koldoff airbase for reassembly.
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Re: Official war thread
Summary:
-the "Hambear Legion" advances forward and is now past the bunker defences
- KG Meggido (Allenby has just started university) begins to move from Koldoff to the Ocian frontier.
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Re: Official war thread
OOC: Nice Godmodding yourself Chrim.
Judicial Judgement required I believe.
War Post
Captain Vasily Ene now had his Chief Navigation Officer help him plot the Graf Spee’s position the old fashioned way; by stars and sextant. They hadn’t dared switch on the satellite system to provide them with GPS for fear of electronic signals being detected and their position tracked. They knew they had been hunted since the attack on the Shirerithian port. Their threat detecting radio receivers had picked up faint radar signals as they had passed through the Anun Island straights heading for Ocia. What had happened in La Terre was unknown to him. That Major General Biscan had been asked for information to his whereabouts and answered honestly that he didn’t have a clue was also unknown. The CNO looked at the charts and Ene’s own calculations.
“Captain, we are in Straylight. I can narrow our position down to within 10 nautical miles but no further. At our current heading and speed we should reach Ocia in 10 days.†Replied his CNO. No sooner had he finished that the radio in his quarters crackled to life and his executive officer, Langsdorffsky, requested him on the bridge.
“What is it, Hans?†asked Ene when he reached the bridge.
“Merchant ship to our West. We spotted it a few minutes go. We can just make out its livery and it looks Ashkenatzi. If it reports our position we’ll have every enemy naval unit after us.†Informed Langsdorffsky to his Captain.
“They can’t outrun us. And our position puts us well out of radar range that any Shirerithian shore station can reach. Where are the merchant shipping routes?†asked Ene before being promptly handed them by a junior Navigation officer.
“We should be somewhere around here. The route they’re on is this one! Bandar-e Rozenkhan to Nigrad. Its definitely an Ashkenatzi or Shirerithian ship then. How are we for fuel, Hans?†deduced Ene.
“We’re okay for another 2 weeks. After that we will need to refuel. Bandar-e Rozenkhan is their main oil refinery isn’t it?†asked Langsdorffsky.
“Yes. And that ship must be a tanker. I wouldn’t mind having some more fuel just in case of an emergency. Bring on the radar and radio that ship. Order them to stop and await a boarding party. If they do not comply they will be sunk. Jam all radio signals from them.†Ordered Ene with a smile on his face. The merchant tanker soon complied.
“I am Yakzul Bernstein, Captain of the Judah! What is the meaning of this?†asked Graf Spee’s newest guest in a not so pleasant manner.
“You are an enemy merchant ship transporting goods vital to the continuation of the enemy war effort. We are by rights allowed to intercept and stop you, Mr. Bernstein.†Replied Ene to the upstart Ashkenatzi merchant sailor.
“There is no effort required on our part, Ocian dog! Your force in La Terre has surrendered. Amokolia is free and our forces are now liberating your own people!†shouted Bernstein. Unwittingly, the merchant seaman was giving Ene a valuable intelligence briefing.
“We will see about that when we enter Ocian waters and intern you.†Replied Ene calmly.
“There won’t be any Ocian waters! Besides even if you do somehow hold out, your ports have been blocked by your own merchant fleet. The rivers are full of sunken vessels you fool! You really know nothing do you?†sneered back the Ashkenatzi.
“I didn’t. But thanks to you I do, Mr. Bernstein. Chief Medveyev, escort this man off my bridge to his new quarters with the rest of the crew as soon as he has seen his precious Judah scuttled. Hans, re-establish the electronic and conventional blackout. All senior officers to meet in my quarters at 1500 hours. We have a new mission.†Ordered Ene.
Summary:
Graf Spee sets a new course to another secret location. Still operating under an electronic and light blackout.
Judicial Judgement required I believe.
War Post
Captain Vasily Ene now had his Chief Navigation Officer help him plot the Graf Spee’s position the old fashioned way; by stars and sextant. They hadn’t dared switch on the satellite system to provide them with GPS for fear of electronic signals being detected and their position tracked. They knew they had been hunted since the attack on the Shirerithian port. Their threat detecting radio receivers had picked up faint radar signals as they had passed through the Anun Island straights heading for Ocia. What had happened in La Terre was unknown to him. That Major General Biscan had been asked for information to his whereabouts and answered honestly that he didn’t have a clue was also unknown. The CNO looked at the charts and Ene’s own calculations.
“Captain, we are in Straylight. I can narrow our position down to within 10 nautical miles but no further. At our current heading and speed we should reach Ocia in 10 days.†Replied his CNO. No sooner had he finished that the radio in his quarters crackled to life and his executive officer, Langsdorffsky, requested him on the bridge.
“What is it, Hans?†asked Ene when he reached the bridge.
“Merchant ship to our West. We spotted it a few minutes go. We can just make out its livery and it looks Ashkenatzi. If it reports our position we’ll have every enemy naval unit after us.†Informed Langsdorffsky to his Captain.
“They can’t outrun us. And our position puts us well out of radar range that any Shirerithian shore station can reach. Where are the merchant shipping routes?†asked Ene before being promptly handed them by a junior Navigation officer.
“We should be somewhere around here. The route they’re on is this one! Bandar-e Rozenkhan to Nigrad. Its definitely an Ashkenatzi or Shirerithian ship then. How are we for fuel, Hans?†deduced Ene.
“We’re okay for another 2 weeks. After that we will need to refuel. Bandar-e Rozenkhan is their main oil refinery isn’t it?†asked Langsdorffsky.
“Yes. And that ship must be a tanker. I wouldn’t mind having some more fuel just in case of an emergency. Bring on the radar and radio that ship. Order them to stop and await a boarding party. If they do not comply they will be sunk. Jam all radio signals from them.†Ordered Ene with a smile on his face. The merchant tanker soon complied.
“I am Yakzul Bernstein, Captain of the Judah! What is the meaning of this?†asked Graf Spee’s newest guest in a not so pleasant manner.
“You are an enemy merchant ship transporting goods vital to the continuation of the enemy war effort. We are by rights allowed to intercept and stop you, Mr. Bernstein.†Replied Ene to the upstart Ashkenatzi merchant sailor.
“There is no effort required on our part, Ocian dog! Your force in La Terre has surrendered. Amokolia is free and our forces are now liberating your own people!†shouted Bernstein. Unwittingly, the merchant seaman was giving Ene a valuable intelligence briefing.
“We will see about that when we enter Ocian waters and intern you.†Replied Ene calmly.
“There won’t be any Ocian waters! Besides even if you do somehow hold out, your ports have been blocked by your own merchant fleet. The rivers are full of sunken vessels you fool! You really know nothing do you?†sneered back the Ashkenatzi.
“I didn’t. But thanks to you I do, Mr. Bernstein. Chief Medveyev, escort this man off my bridge to his new quarters with the rest of the crew as soon as he has seen his precious Judah scuttled. Hans, re-establish the electronic and conventional blackout. All senior officers to meet in my quarters at 1500 hours. We have a new mission.†Ordered Ene.
Summary:
Graf Spee sets a new course to another secret location. Still operating under an electronic and light blackout.
In Battle; Unbeatable.
In Victory; Unbearable.
In Victory; Unbearable.
Re: Official war thread
Summary:
-KG Meggido arrives on the Ocian frontier from Koldoff and heads with all due haste to meet KG Goltz and Detachment Astopov/The "Hambear Legion"
-Detachment Astopov/The "Hambear Legion" reinforces KG Goltz
- Detachment Astopov rearguard strips some bunkers of their heavy machineguns - approximately 40 such weapons, as well as LAWs and RPGs are soon brandished by the "Hambear Legionnares", who patrol the the flanks and vanguard of the newly united force
-Astopov radios Antican 1st carrier group to provide some CAP, Observation and Ground Support over the Ashkenatzi troops as they reorganise
- Astopov radios GHQ Kolmenitsky and warns them to keep an eye out over the home waters...
- Astopov offically condemns Lord Montague's scuttling and detainment of the "Judah" - Ocian liberators indeed!
-KG Meggido arrives on the Ocian frontier from Koldoff and heads with all due haste to meet KG Goltz and Detachment Astopov/The "Hambear Legion"
-Detachment Astopov/The "Hambear Legion" reinforces KG Goltz
- Detachment Astopov rearguard strips some bunkers of their heavy machineguns - approximately 40 such weapons, as well as LAWs and RPGs are soon brandished by the "Hambear Legionnares", who patrol the the flanks and vanguard of the newly united force
-Astopov radios Antican 1st carrier group to provide some CAP, Observation and Ground Support over the Ashkenatzi troops as they reorganise
- Astopov radios GHQ Kolmenitsky and warns them to keep an eye out over the home waters...
- Astopov offically condemns Lord Montague's scuttling and detainment of the "Judah" - Ocian liberators indeed!
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Re: Official war thread
In a land far far away....
The Ocian military forces had finally come around its senses and had decided to take part in this Amokolian war. They had already lost roughly half their territory to the allied forces of Ashkenatzi, Shireroth, Antica and Hamland. And now, with their homeland in threat, they had geared up for a strong defense. The Empire's forces were sitting peacefully in ships and airbases between Leng and Vader. For now, they were going to stay that way for a while.
Summary:
nothing happening. just posting to ensure my troops don't disappear in the 3-day rule. i hope the other players are equally careful with their units and that the opposition players do not catch their absence.
The Ocian military forces had finally come around its senses and had decided to take part in this Amokolian war. They had already lost roughly half their territory to the allied forces of Ashkenatzi, Shireroth, Antica and Hamland. And now, with their homeland in threat, they had geared up for a strong defense. The Empire's forces were sitting peacefully in ships and airbases between Leng and Vader. For now, they were going to stay that way for a while.
Summary:
nothing happening. just posting to ensure my troops don't disappear in the 3-day rule. i hope the other players are equally careful with their units and that the opposition players do not catch their absence.
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Re: Official war thread
Busy writing a paper for Adolescent Psychology
Summary:
Four fighters put on patrol over Lucern. Four put on alert with air superiority ordnance. Four put on alert with ground attack ordnance.
Helicopter on aerial surveillance posted over Lucern.
First Battalion, Naval Infantry marches forward to join Ashkenatzi at Lucern.
Helicopters with assault teams take off and land at Allied massing at Lucern.
Summary:
Four fighters put on patrol over Lucern. Four put on alert with air superiority ordnance. Four put on alert with ground attack ordnance.
Helicopter on aerial surveillance posted over Lucern.
First Battalion, Naval Infantry marches forward to join Ashkenatzi at Lucern.
Helicopters with assault teams take off and land at Allied massing at Lucern.
Коля лает «гав-гав».
Re: Official war thread
Summary:
-KG Meggido and Detachment Astopov/the "Hambear Legion" enter Lucern mid-evening. No resistance encountered thus far.
-The captured heavy machine guns, RPGs and LAWs are provided to fire teams set up in buildings around the Easternmost perimeter of Lucern. Standard edition LSWs, GPMGs, Gideon anti-tank missile projectors and 81 mm mortars are stationed in the city interior proper.
-The 160 Close protection Troops (special forces) don makeshift guille suits and take up positions throughout the eastern sector of Lucern, two to a team, armed primarily with AS50 Sniper Rifles.
-Troopers from KG Megiddo construct a makeshift airbase - "Omricon-Mu" - hidden under camo nets, which all allied aircraft (although specifically Antican f15s from ACG1) are welcome to use.
-Herr Astopov has a little bonfire using pictures of the ever so modest "Generalissimos", "Doctors" and "Marshalls" of the Ocian federation.
I have absolutely no doubt that Kovacs will respond with his expected accusation of god modding. I am sure that the judges and even Ocian commanders themselves will realise that my moves are legal, and if one examines the map, perfectly reasonable.
-KG Meggido and Detachment Astopov/the "Hambear Legion" enter Lucern mid-evening. No resistance encountered thus far.
-The captured heavy machine guns, RPGs and LAWs are provided to fire teams set up in buildings around the Easternmost perimeter of Lucern. Standard edition LSWs, GPMGs, Gideon anti-tank missile projectors and 81 mm mortars are stationed in the city interior proper.
-The 160 Close protection Troops (special forces) don makeshift guille suits and take up positions throughout the eastern sector of Lucern, two to a team, armed primarily with AS50 Sniper Rifles.
-Troopers from KG Megiddo construct a makeshift airbase - "Omricon-Mu" - hidden under camo nets, which all allied aircraft (although specifically Antican f15s from ACG1) are welcome to use.
-Herr Astopov has a little bonfire using pictures of the ever so modest "Generalissimos", "Doctors" and "Marshalls" of the Ocian federation.
I have absolutely no doubt that Kovacs will respond with his expected accusation of god modding. I am sure that the judges and even Ocian commanders themselves will realise that my moves are legal, and if one examines the map, perfectly reasonable.
- Guido Zambelis
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Re: Official war thread
There will be NO off topic arguments in this thread or even this forum. Quit now or I'll start editing posts.
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Re: Official war thread
Yabotinsky Fortress
Stupidity on this scale can only be atoned for in blood. This thought, and many others like them had weighed heavily on Herr Mavet for several days and sleepless nights now. More and more he found that he could no longer escape the conclusion that somebody had blundered and that somebody was he.
Trying to clear his mind he focused once more on the sheaves of paper spread out upon his desk. Trivia mostly, there were various requests for payment from Port Side Industries, design specifications, prototypes awaiting authorisation to proceed. Cargo manifests, stock returns, shipping movements. A report concerning some distress signal received from out at sea, some lost merchantman – no fix on the location. A letter of protest from the Naval Chiefs detailing their anger at the woeful under-resourcing of the navy, tinged with an element of gloating that the Army-First policy advocated by Herr Mavet had now seemingly gone so badly awry.
None of this interested Pachad, indeed most of it could probably wait until the end of the war. So instead of reading them or attempting to answer any of the queries or urgent requests they contained, he packed them neatly back into his in-tray and packed them back into the draw next to his vintage Webley Mk V revolver.
Instead he stood up and walked across to the drinks cabinet and removed from it a quarter full bottle of Glenfiddich, named from the Shirerithian city – naturally, and returned to his desk, and poured himself a double into an empty glass that looked as though it had not been cleaned in at least a week. And then as he sat back down and picked the glass up to take a sip – neat, no ice, no soda, such details were mere trivialities, he picked up and began to read the one piece of paper that he had not packed away.
Finally Pachad began to relax a little. Now everything was ready. He could not help but remember some little ditty that had concerned, or so he was told, a doomed charge by a sabre waving New Britannic general during the Circum-Raynor War…Herr Feldmarschall,
The forces you requested have been assembled at Edelmann International Airport, Kolmenitzkiy.
I have the honour to remain your obedient servant
Pad'palkovnik Beinenstock
Head G3 Ops
GHQ
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Pachad could only hope to emulate such a feat, emulate and perhaps pray that the Ocians were not blessed with an over abundant supply of GPS guided munitions such as what terminated so abruptly King Jeremy’s first notable feat of arms.
There was a gentle knock on the door which opened only a little as a raven-haired civilian clerk stuck her head around and in a subdued tone that suggested either timidity or a certain weariness informed Herr Mavet that Palkovnik Pasha Alekseyev had arrived for his appointment. Pachad told her to send the Palkovnik through and began casting his one good eye around the room for another glass.
Pasha tried not to look as though he was in any way passing judgement on his commanding officer when, a few moments later he found himself clinking a chipped teacup filled with whisky against the Feldmarschall’s dirty shot glass. He failed miserably.
It had been another long tiresome journey by helicopter, blimp and Obkuwagen along awful and in many places actually non-existent roads which had brought Pasha back from the quiescent Amokolian “Front†back to the Capital. Pasha was tired and his throat was parched and to be honest he would have much preferred for his teacup to have actually contained tea, instead of… whatever poison this was… but instead he found himself saying
“Prost. Herr Feldmarshall. To Victory.â€
“To Victory.†Pachad echoed the sentiment whilst not necessarily sounding convinced.
“So Pasha, did you realise that our opposite number in Directus also has a Commander Pasha.â€
“Really, is that so? I had no notion. Well I don’t suppose that it is necessarily an uncommon name… wait you’re not thinking that he and I are in any way…â€
“No, no.†Pachad waved his hand dismissively. “If I had thought that, your little indiscretion up north would have been the breaking of you. You know Herr Astopov recommended your dismissal for let’s see what was it ‘negative contributions to fraternal relations with our Amokolian brothers-in-arms’ – I guess that is what we are calling rape, murder arson and assault these days. You were quite a busy little Pasha weren’t you?†Pachad was waving his finger accusatively at Pasha who, quite understandably under the circumstances, gulped hard and sheepishly placed his cup back down on the desk.
“Well, I… err… well…†Pasha couldn’t quite find the words to describe how he had only been an accessory to these crimes, but still couldn’t quite explain how that squared with the fact that he had been in command of the little ‘road trip’.
“But anyway Pasha such things belong in the past, and what interests me now Herr Gyeneral is the future.â€
“Of course sir… wait, did you just call me Gyeneral?â€
“I’m hardly going to let a bloody Palkovnik run the GHQ in my absence now am I?â€
“Your… absence… Herr Feldmarshall, but where are you going?â€
But instead of answering, Pachad merely tapped his nose with his forefinger and smiled enigmatically like a deranged monocular sphinx.
“Right, I think you will find everything you need. Situation reports and your commissioning papers are in the locked desk draw, administrative trivia and niffnaff is in the unlocked draw and the waste paper bin basket. Staff Conference is scheduled for 0900hrs tomorrow. You can rely on Ruth, she is an excellent PA. You know your way around the building. I don’t think there’s anything else to add – oh, the drinks cabinet. I think there might be a bottle of vermouth left, you may want to restock.â€
With that, Pachad took the revolver from out of the unlocked draw, holstered it, downed the remnants of his drink, gathered up his coat, nodded his goodbye to Pasha and without a further word, left.
Gyeneral Pasha Alekseyev was left standing there wondering whether he had just experienced the most abrupt handover in human history. Then Ruth peered round the corner of the ajar door.
“Cup of tea Gyeneral?â€
“Oh G-d yes…â€
Summary:
Feldmarshall Pachad Emet ben Mavet
1. Promotes a controversial subordinate officer to command of GHQ
2. [Secret Move]
Ashkenatzisher Shlakhter Fliikkraft Air Logistics Command
1. Forty AST-Fat Menachem based at Edelmann International Airport, Kolmenitzkiy depart for Cherokee to collect 1st Detachment, Unified Judæo-Benacian Armoured Contingent,;
2. Forty AST-Fat Menachem based at Edelmann International Airport, Kolmenitzkiy depart for Jeanezville to collect 2nd Detachment, Unified Judæo-Benacian Armoured Contingent;
3. Unified Judæo-Benacian Armoured Contingent reverts to the command of Gyeneraloberst Goltz
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Re: Official war thread
OOC:
Aster (and others who take over entire city of Ocia), it would be nice if you actually give those cities some resistance forces. like police or something. this is homeland ocia you are taking over. the locals are going to resist whether you like it or not. saying no resistance was found is pretty much god-modding in a way. you can take very few casualties, but it would be nice/good to say you met resistance!
And those with capabilities, should probably edit Aster's previous post to remove those comments underneath the summary.
Oh, and could people please post stories, rather than just their moves in a summary? there's no point making a summary when you post nothing! at least montague returns and writes a better post. you could do it like him!
Aster (and others who take over entire city of Ocia), it would be nice if you actually give those cities some resistance forces. like police or something. this is homeland ocia you are taking over. the locals are going to resist whether you like it or not. saying no resistance was found is pretty much god-modding in a way. you can take very few casualties, but it would be nice/good to say you met resistance!
And those with capabilities, should probably edit Aster's previous post to remove those comments underneath the summary.
Oh, and could people please post stories, rather than just their moves in a summary? there's no point making a summary when you post nothing! at least montague returns and writes a better post. you could do it like him!