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[b][OOC: Before responding to this initial post, I ask that you please read the OOC commentary at the bottom of this post, for further clarification on this action.][/b] [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNQtolJUiuQ][b]The Drums of War[/b][/url] The waves lapped at the shore of Margarita Island, where General Carlos Jimenez had decided to take his vacation, for the first time in three years of service to the government, the Chief of the Defense Staff had been able to take a leave of absence. After attending the President's wedding in Colombia, he had caught a military flight on a transport aircraft out to Margarita, transporting troops for ongoing exercises that were utilizing some of the countries' newest military equipment. Jimenez had lost his wife a long time ago, a result of his being a guerrilla leader and the repercussions it entailed, now his days relaxing were spent reading or watching the stars, a combination of both that he was doing that night on one of Greater Colombia's resort islands. As his fingers moved to turn the page of Massie's [i]Dreadnought[/i], reading by the light of the torches surrounding his cottages' deck, he heard his mobile phone ring on the desk inside. His hand fumbled with the page, looking down at the book, before laying his head back against the back of his chaise lounge, looking upwards at the stars, he sighed heavily. Unless contacted by the front desk, which made the call an emergency, he was not obliged to answer it, but as the phone continued to ring inside, he slowly put the place mark in his book and stood up with a sigh. Walking swiftly into his resort cottage, his weathered feet padding on the soft carpet of his room as he entered the room and gripped his phone before picking it up. "Jimenez," he said, sitting down at a chair. "Sir." "Santos, from all the people that could call me, I would not think it would be you," said Jimenez, referring to his Aide-de-Camp, Colonel Vincente Santos. "Sir, I apologize for bothering you this evening, its important." Santos being a career officer, him saying something was important, was equal to a ten red flags going up in his mind, and he sat up in the chair, "Why didn't you call the front desk." "I believe that this line would be more secure, sir, I have some information that you may need to look at," responded Santos, his voice seeming to lower as he spoke to Jimenez. "I sent you an email to your private inbox sir, just look at it sir." "If this is a prank, Vincente, I swear I will have your Eagle in my desk," responded Jimenez, as he walked over to his open laptop. "I promise sir, you more than anyone deserves a vacation, I wouldn't interfere with it unless I knew this was important," responded Santos, over the phone, as Jimenez started opening up his email program, logging into the secure server, and noting the email from Santos' own private email account. Jimenez would open up the email, his eyes slowly looking over the information displayed before him; a series of classified orders that made Jimenez narrow his eyes, the orders were detailed, and had not passed under his eyes yet. The copies of the orders were written up the day before, issued by the Defense Minister, Paez, to the rest of the General Defense Staff, although it appeared that the orders sent to the old Air Marshal, Vincent Escobar, were less specific and more ambiguous. As he pored over the orders, his eyes widened, as battle plans and orders of battle began to appear on the screen in front of him. His mouth opened and closed, as he heard Santos over the phone. "Sir, are you there?" "Colonel, I need you to contact the Office of the Chief of Staff of the Air Force, I need Escobar to be given a full copy of these plans, not the revised ones, and speak with Ministers Barrachos and Vera Cruz. Give them the information that you just gave me, I will call the President, and then call you back," said Jimenez, as his heart began to race, as he looked at the battle plans closer, noticing what the targets were, dates, hours, follow up plans, it was detailed effort, and it was certainly a long term effort that had been made, at that. "Yes sir," responded Santos, "Sir, is this... a coup?" "Assume the worst, we need to assume that Ms. de Santa Anna is in the know with Paez, get talking to Escobar, Barrachos, and Vera Cruz, soldier," responded Jimenez, as he hung up on Santos, before selecting his contacts, and dialing the number he knew that he could reach Ignacio de Ardanza at. The numbers were dialed, and Jimenez held the phone up his ear, only to get an automated message. [i]"I'm sorry, this line is either disconnected, or out of order, please hang up and try again if you think you dialed the wrong number, or press "1" for more options, thank you,"[/i] an automated female voice said, tonelessly, and repeatedly into his ear, as Jimenez sank into his chair. There was something that was very wrong, and Santos had seemingly only uncovered the tip of the iceberg. [center][b]*** *** ***[/b][/center] It was not easy to hide the fact that the Colombian Armed Forces had been on a series of large scale maneuvers for almost a month, in fact, the military had not even sought to hide the maneuvers, instead opting to broadcast them openly about what was going on. For those that had been part of the conspiracy, the exercises and maneuvers were a way of masking deployments and force rearrangements around the country, while heightening the sense of readiness of the Colombian Armed Forces altogether. The battle groups of the Colombian Atlantic Fleet had begun a series of exercises of Guyana's coast about seventy-two hours before, pitting two carrier battle groups against another, while the amphibious forces had been forward deployed to Trinidad after a series of exercises off the coast of Northern Venezuela. Citing these recent events, when the RGCS [i]Endurance[/i] and RGCS [i]Rapier[/i] left Port-of-Spain in the company of two heavy corvettes the night of Ignacio de Ardanza's wedding for further training out to open sea, with a reduced complement of marines, no one was the wiser. Making its way northeastward at a leisurely yet steady pace, the ship would find itself the next evening, at dusk, before Santos had contacted Jimenez, about one hundred and fifty kilometers southeast of Barbados, heading northeast, towards the open ocean. For six hours previous, the 12th Marine Regimental Combat Team, embarked on the [i]Endurance [/i]and [i]Rapier[/i], would be heavily briefed on what they originally thought was a training exercises for open ocean maneuvers, whilst being kept completely blacked out from outside calls. The measures taken were part of what was going to dubbed an exercise in Operational Security or "OPSEC". It would not be until one hour before their embarkation of their landing craft, that they would be told their entire briefing was not a training exercise; the Republic was going to war. On board the [i]Endurance[/i] and [i]Rapier[/i], and on the Islands of Los Testigos, the men of the 12th and 4th Marine Regimental Combat Teams respectively would begin boarding landing craft mechanized and utilities, both with sleek low profiles to disguise them from surface radar. Most of their heavy equipment would be left behind, although the soldiers would carry large quantities of ammunition, man-portable air defense systems, anti-armor missiles, mortars, and other small arms. Both units would also see the integration of soldiers from the Naval Commando Regiment and Battalion 5043 into their ranks to provide them with special forces assistance. As twilight was approaching, eight landing craft mechanized, heavily laden with soldiers and armament would back their way out of the well deck of the [i]Endurance[/i] while four Gunboat 90 patrol craft, weighed down heavily with bristling armament, would find their way out of the [i]Rapier[/i]. From the Los Testigos Island Group, the 4th Marine Regimental Combat Team would have similar arrays of light armament as they took to their landing craft utilities, which were fitted with reduced visibility screens, and bristling with machineguns and MANPADS launch systems. In the darkness, the large landing craft would appear as a small fishing trawler or island-hopping cargo vessel, and the crew had been prior trained in responding to standard civilian hails and identification. The landing craft would also be escorted by a swarm of eight Gunboat 90s, with members of the experienced Riverine Brigade manning weapons on the decks, watching protectively over the LCUs as they slowly backed away from the beach and began crawling northeast on a voyage that would take them into the wee hours of the morning to complete. Traveling in a loose formation, the group of transports tracking northeast from the Los Testigos group would set course for Grenada, whilst the ones from the [i]Endurance[/i] strike group would make their way northwest, towards Barbados. A third prong of attack would depart from the northern Venezuelan Coast later that night, around the time that Jimenez was making a desperate effort to ascertain the full extent of what his hijacked military was doing. Four fast-moving LCAC-1050-class Landing Craft Air Cushion, each carrying five hundred Marines of the 2nd Marine Regimental Combat Team, would depart Carupano, moving towards Grenada at high speed, set to rendezvous with the the LCUs in the final approach at Grenada's south coast. Whilst these amphibious deployments would move forward against the Athenian's Atlantic Free State, there would be a slow but steady marked increased in the numbers of fighter aircraft patroling the skies of Greater Colombia. Interceptors and air superiority fighters would start going up in groups of four, maintaining multi-level altitudes in their patrol formations instead of the normal two, as tactical and strategic bombardment aircraft began to also take to the air. For one of the first time in its' history, the Air Forces' air-to-air refueling tankers would take to the sky in force, along with AWACS and JSTARS aircraft, while ASW helicopters began flying increased patrols. The deployment of a number of these units would probably go relatively undetected as many of the combat aircraft were stealth, and many had resorted to staying in the interior of Colombia, away from known radar systems, kept on a steady loiter over the skies of interior Venezuela at relatively lower altitudes than was normal. Colombia's Air Force would strictly remain away from the amphibious deployment of Marines, so as not to give away any inkling of intentions until the last possible moment. The [i]Endurance[/i] Strike Group, after disgorging their charges towards Barbados, would turn tail southeast, and increase her speed to flank, making for the protective aerial cover of the Atlantic Fleet, which had begun deploying air patrols at multiple altitude levels out to a range of one hundred and fifty nautical miles. Attack submarines, including four diesel boats, would sail in a loose picket of the fleet, alongside underwater unmanned vehicles, seeking to eliminate any submerged opposition they found if any came at all. The groups of landing craft, with only their navigation and low-power surface radars on, would make the journey at flank speed towards their first two primary targets, staying in small groups as they moved forward. While air or anti-ship missile support could be called on from nearby bases or a loitering nuclear attack submarine north of Trinidad, the briefing had emphasized a low-key approach, and as they neared the islands, presumably within visual distance if all went well. At three o'clock local time, that morning, as the landing craft, presuming all had gone well and their initial foray had gone undetected, a written address would be delivered to all major news networks of Colombia, including international broadcasters. An emergency late-night, closed doors vote at the Chamber of Representatives by the coalition government would dictate the next move made by the Republic... [center][b]*** *** ***[/b] [img]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ef/Coat_of_arms_of_Colombia.svg/200px-Coat_of_arms_of_Colombia.svg.png[/img] [b]International Dispatch by the Government of the Republic of Greater Colombia[/center][/b] For years, Greater Colombia, and the people who have governed these lands before us, have seen the effects of neo-colonialism in the Americas, we have watched the states of North and South America have their fates dictated by those abroad. Any step taken against their will, means for utter destruction, it is not threatened, but implied by their militaristic deployments and agendas concerning our two continents. We have seen countries in this hemisphere go down fighting against them, cower before them, or actively work with them in their goals of ensuring these continents are kept from interfering with their designs for this hemisphere. My party and I have watched these efforts cultivate a culture of fear, where the countries of the hemisphere have had to stand by and watch countries destroyed, or forced into submission through threats and coercion. The Republic of Greater Colombia, on this day, on this hour, at this very minute, hereby declares the waters of the Caribbean, the associated landmasses of said waters, and the continent of South America is under our sphere of influence. The existance of exo-hemispheric colonial outposts there is therefore unacceptable in our eyes. These lands have been a springboard for intervention into the Americas, they have changed hands many times, but their purpose remains the same; provide external forces the needed staging grounds to enforce their will in this region. It is with the heaviest of hearts, in an effort to relieve these islands of their current colonial administrators and once and for all clear this region of these menacing outposts, that the Republic of Greater Colombia declares a state of hostilities against the Athenian Federation. Colombia has stood by for far too long, and we march alone in this, our crusade, whether it be fiery fate or glorious destiny. We shall meet our foes from across the waves, as the Libertadores did, so many years ago, with our heads faced forward and our resolve strong. [i]Lupe de Santa Anna[/i] Interim President of the Republic of Greater Colombia --- [b][OOC: Centurius, I understand that I have not undertaken any preplanning with you before this, because I wanted this to be a [i]truly[/i] surprise attack. As we have established time and time again, the preplanning rule does [i]not[/i] allow players to avoid wars, it is simply there to establish a strong line of communication with the opposing force. I will gladly accept a preplanning discussion, or, if you would like, just make this an open war, I expect there to be allies coming in on your side, I am expecting to "go it alone", unless someone jumps in an open war situation to assist me. You've been talking about a "fun" war for the longest time, I've been thinking of this for a long time, and I think CNRP needs a truly "good war" to grace the halls of this forum for the first time in a long while. I don't plan on pulling any punches, and I would expect that you won't pull any either, this is for enjoyment and a challenge, for both of us, and I consider any consequence of it to be canon, and I hope that you will to. To all other players, I would like Cent to open the responses to me, and refrain from posting until he does, as, I said before, there is no preplanning involved as of yet... I know there will be individuals who will surely want to support Cent's cause, and I understand that, but let him and I work this out before we really start involving other parties.][/b]