"What?!?!" The shout could be heard through the soundproof door of the control room. The security agent's aghast face looked stunned for a moment as all color drained from it and he started barking orders to the crew in the television station control room before throwing the door open. "We're moving now. Prepare the bunker complex. Get a squad from Grancen (OOC: Jacksonville) Military Base over here to escort him. Get the dedicated microwave communication line open and keep it ready. We should be there in fifteen minutes... yes, I know that'll be too late! Don't !@#$@#$ tell me that! Keep the goddamn streets clear then!" The agent grabbed Director Egon's arm, dragging him off the set, not caring if the televisions from his interview concerning the Louisiana expansion were still going on. "Sword is moving, repeat, Sword is moving."
"What the hell is going on, Vic?" Louis allowed himself to be pulled along, grabbing his phone and checking for updates, which there were none.
"Ardoria, sir. They've attacked. We've got border breaches at multiple points, including along most of the major highways."
"Any estimate as of yet as to how many?"
"Negative, sir. Project Sparta was only 75% completed. It may slow them down some, but not as much as we'd hoped."
"Where are they heading?"
"The troops? South. We've got reports from Project Eye of naval forces off the coast of Grancen and Vinson (OOC: RL Pensacola). And we've got three squadrons of planes identified by Project Weasel... one heading for Vinson, one for Lake City (OOC: no Xaristani name for it) and here sir."
"How long do we have?" They were both running down the stairs now. Louis was no longer being pulled.
"The planes, sir? None." (OOC: Dramatic liberties here, Raritan... if you don't like it, just ignore this part.) The scream of jet engines was heard overhead, along with the firing of AA emplacements within the city itself.
Louis and Vic burst out onto the street to see the tail end of the squadron that had just buzzed the city. Deep in his stomach, Louis felt hate, a hate he had not felt since his days within the Green Flag. This... backstabbing would not go unpunished. He checked his cell phone again as he was shoved into a Bat APC that was waiting for him. He still had his secure line. He dialed the number for Supreme General Francis McCutcheon.
**REDEMPTIO (OOC: RL Orlando) MILITARY BASE**
Red lights flashed through the main military control in Redemptio and Supreme General McCutcheon observed the limited data reports he was getting with incredulity. It was exactly what they had feared. Ardoria had kept them cut off from the outside world by travel, Director Egon's largely unpopular policies had kept them isolated politically, and now they were here, a single peninsula, being attack.
There was good news, however.
First off, they were on a peninsula. They would fight to the last man, all the way down to Oculus (OOC: RL Key West) if need be. What was left of the navy that had not been deployed to New Zealand was separating the two Ardorian task forces, keeping them from combining by being stationed at Wahler (OOC: RL Miami). Project Searchlight was 75% complete at the time of the attack, meaning that the krakatoa mines littered Xaristan's territorial waters and the eastern portion of their EEZ. The fleet moving towards Grancen, once it hit the EEZ, was going to be dead from hundreds if not thousands of krakatoa mines.
Beyond that, there wasn't much good news.
"Activate all 20mm anti-personnel cannons in the border corridor. Activate any parts of Project Sparta that are completed, including krakatoa mines along their advance path. Updates on Weasel and Salvation?"
"Salvation online, sir. Operational capacity estimated at 50%, though they haven't fired anything yet. Weasel is coming online now in the north, Grancen stations already firing." The General noted the clock. A three minute response time was not bad at all.
"Border stations on the highways?"
"Overrun, sir. We're looking at one hundred percent casualties with either death, wounded, or capture." McCutcheon nodded. Those men were never expected to hold out against an invasion force. Xaristan only had approximately two hundred men at those border stations period, and they were considered a pretty cushy assignment... unless, of course, you got sneak attacked.
"Move to DEFCON 2, Captain. Alert all active troops to move to their assigned stations. Alert all reserves that they have been officially called up and to report to their base of operations. I want all planes moved south of the Central Line as soon as possible. Tell the pilots in Grancen, Vinson, and Kascex (OOC: RL Panama City) to eliminate the planes in the air now, and then fall back south. We will conduct all operations from behind the Central Line."
"And on the ground, sir?"
"Any reserve troops north of Samarja, hunker down and initiate Operation Urban Stalker. Any reservists from Samarja and south, get to the Central Line to begin fortifications. That is where we will hold the line."
"Sir, you've got a phone call. It's the Director." McCutcheon grabbed the phone.
"Sir, glad as hell to hear you're still alive."
"Can the pleasantries, McCutcheon. Move to DEFCON 1. Directorial Order number N1SP666D."
"Understood, sir. We're you able to make it out of Grancen?"
"Negative, General. Is Operation Urban Stalker active?"
"Yessir. The orders are going out now."
"I'll keep in touch, General."
**MILITARY ACTIONS**
OOC Numbers:
Total Military Strength:
423,540 troops (active and reserve)
2,376 tanks
2,376 other vehicles (APCs, MRLS, artillery, etc)
2 squadrons of Bombers (14 planes, no picture yet)
35 squadrons of Air Superiority Fighters (420 planes, AS-37 Mamba)
3 squadrons of Cargo Planes (36 planes, CT-76 Grizzly)
7 squadrons of Troop Transports (84, TT-41 Spooks)
13 squadrons of Fighter/Bombers (156 planes, FB-66 Hellfire)
IC:
The 5th Home Defense Squadron, callsign Whiplash, rose to meet the attacking planes in Grancen. They would be assisted by 10th and 11th Interceptor Squadrons, callsigns Dragon and Stick. The 9th Home Defense Squadron, callsign Knuckle, rose in Vinson, assisted by the 17th and 18th Interceptor Squadrons, callsigns Moonshine and Zeke. Planes in Arkanis (OOC: RL Tallahassee) and Kazcex would be flying south to bases behind the Central Line. Project Weasel anti-aircraft batteries opened up. 75mm automated guns targeted lower flying planes, while 90mm autoflak guns concentrated on the midlevel planes. SAMs also came online and began picking up targets.
Troops within the cities north of Samarja (OOC: RL Gainsville) hunkered down. Reservists scrambled to military bases in and around those cities, quickly gearing up and taking up defensive positions in the cities themselves and around them. A main Xaristani strategy due to the fact that there was little natural terrain to use to their advantage, was urban warfare. Their troops were trained in it and they were experts at it. The troops would let the completed defenses of Project Sparta antagonize the enemy until they reached the cities, they they would extract their revenge. Approximately 10,000 troops and 10,000 reservists occupied Grancen, 10,000 active and 8,000 reservists for Arkanis, 13,000 active and 5,000 reservists for Vinson, and 4,000 active and 7,000 reservists for Kazcex. Samarja had 1,000 active and 3,000 reservists who would be leaving, giving the city just 1,000 defenders.
Along the border, 20mm auto cannons targeting the infrared signatures of Ardorian troops opened fire with hellish volleys. Weight sensitive krakatoa mines, no bigger than soda cans, built into the roads would explode when driven over. A small continent of troops moved through the hidden tunnel system that extended back fifty miles from the border to harass Ardorian troops with small ambushes before disappearing again.
Active troops and reservists in the south were all called up, many moving the to the Central Line to begin fortifications. Many also were stationed at the beaches for a possible assault by sea for any ships that managed to survive Project Searchlight. The fortresses near the cities for Project Linebacker had been completed, and those fortresses prepared for possible sea landings, including deploying pillboxes, barbed wire, and mining the beaches with anti-personnel and krakatoa mines.
**Xaristan Public Statement, Issued by Bill Worthington**
Xaristan has been attacked without warning or provocation by the forces of Ardoria. This dastardly attack shall not prevail, and we as a people are prepared to fight to the last man. We will not surrender, we will only know victory.
OOC: The Central Line I keep talking about runs from RL Daytona Beach to RL Clearwater, just north of the I-4 corridor. Think of it as the Korean War strategy... get your enemy to funnel themselves into a smaller area, bend but don't break, and then push back. We'll see how it goes.
EDIT** !@#$, sorry, forgot to post casualties.
Casualties:
200 dead, wounded, or MIA.
This post has been edited by Pravus Ingruo: 16 August 2009 - 06:46 PM
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