Operation Maize Field

[Evangeline Anovilis]

Report on the situation in the Protectorate

 

Classified - For authorised personal only

 

Research by the Royal Faraway Military Police indicates that while the ones arguing for independence are the loudest, one can assume them to be a minority. Neither did the independence movement gather 1.5 million signatures yet, nor did they ever form any significant protest action. Most activity comes from small groups, which seem to not even be able to get people mobilised and on the streets and until there ever is a protest action with more than half a million people, it can be safely assumed that actually, the greater part of the population gives not a single damn about forming anything. Given that the Royal Faraway Army has quite a respectable presence which is to grow within the next days, one can assume that the land is secured.

 

Clairance Porter

RFMP Commander for the New Great Lakes Region

[Mara Lithaen]

OOC: Not even five goddamn minutes have passed in that thread. The REQUEST FOR SIGNATURES JUST WENT OUT. I'm sorry you're too impatient to keep me from RPing anything at all that you're willing to overlook it. Matter of perspective, my ass.

 

IC:

 

Nearly six hundred thousand Wisconsiners gathered in their capital, bearing placards and signs bearing slogans of  and requests for independence, daring the Farawayans to do anything while satellite-equipped news vans broadcast the demonstration live. They camped on the steps of their capital building, dozens of thousands strong, and easily a hundred thousand protested at the gates of the Faraway headquarters. More still clogged the roadways, demonstrating peacefully but with determination, the protest and rally far more akin to a 1960s peace demonstration than anything, as the organizers were viciously determined not to give the Farawayans any half-feasible reason that they should provoke an incident.

Edited April 1, 2013 by Mara Lithaen

[Evangeline Anovilis]

OOC: You complain about my timescale now? Well, good luck with that.

 

IC: The rally would get surrounded immediatly by the 100,000 troops of the Reserve Armies, as it was clearly more than 5 people. As per decree, the Royal Faraway Military Police had to take action and everyone who wanted to leave the rally would have to state their name and adress to the police and the data would secretly be added to a register of dissidents and rabble rousers. This list would be kept for later investigations, though people would just be arrested after a few streetcorners for deportation to Sleepy Hollow.

 

People that were seen with weapons were to be arrested immediatly and were also sent to Sleepy Hollow.

 

Whoever would start being troublesome, would get openly arrested for insurgency. Soldiers equipped with the Tigre Long Rifle would place a few good 9mm bullets into the satelite dishes of the news vans, ripping them most likely apart.The Media would be arrested immediatly, their vans shut down and confiscated to be sank in Lake Michigan and electricity was cut from Madison and everything surrounding it by 5 km. The Northern Army would then start surrounding Madison.
 

Public Announcement by the Faraway Military Authority

 

Despite the laws imposed by the Faraway Military Authority, the people of Wisconsin have decided to take riotous action to seemingly try to undermine the stability of the Great Lakes Region. For the time being, the Faraway Army, as guardian of the aforementioned stability has taken action and is actively monitoring this riot in Madison. While we hope for the rioters to stay calm, their very action is unsettling and should it get violent, the Faraway Military sees itself forced to respond with drastic measures. For the time being, the Faraway Military has decided that the worst rioters, who through their action pose a hazard to the people surrounding them and the public safety of Wisconsin, be interned in Faraway, where they are kept under surveillance, until such a time that the future of Wisconsin has been decided by the common efforts of the North American people. We do know, this may seem harsh, but Faraway guarantees proper treatment of all people interned, as well as to supply them with a standard of living equivalent to that in Faraway itself, for as long as they are interned.

 

Signed,

 

Dorothy Alcott

 

The Faraway Army attached their bayonets and stocked up on tear gas, while the Dragoons were readied for quick charges, if necessary. Faraway could do this the easy way, or the bloody way, if the rioters wanted to test their luck.

Edited April 1, 2013 by Evangeline Anovilis

[Evangeline Anovilis]

Classified

 

In Sleepy Hollow, on Drummond Island, a camp was erected, with a field hospital, a military chaplain and a good few tons of food and clothing. While it still had only tents, plans for wooden buildings were drawn up, to replace them over time. One had to be retain some sense of being civil after all.

[Mara Lithaen]

The protesters were gathered in full force, five-hundred-eighty thousand strong in the Capital. They had not come during curfew - it was the middle of the day. They had not come in large groups - there was no warning of the protest until fully three hundred thousand took to the streets, and the rest joined them soon after. They carried no weapons; the only things they had were placards and signs. They represented an extremely significant fraction of the state's population, and had gathered from the Madison metro area to ask their independence. When the Decree was issued, the crowd jeered. "We are the North American people! You hold no sway over us." "You laugh and bury our desire to govern ourselves as if we didn't matter, so why should we listen to you?" "Shoot us if you dare."

 

The Royal Army would never reach the news vans, so thick were the protesters at this point. Even so, a few 9mm rounds hardly degraded the function of the dishes, as they would usually either miss or simply pass through without seriously damaging the dishes, and the dishes were many. All over the region, people could watch as the protesters passed around goggles and soaked rags, even as they watched the tear gas canisters be readied. They would not fight, but neither would they retreat - this was their home, and not the Farawayans.

 

But while the protesters took peacefully to the streets for the independence of their home, others gathered inside the higher floors of the city's buildings, watching on with video cameras rolling, others still with an extremely prejudiced intent to keep the protest peaceful - and unmolested by the Farawayans. If the Royals wanted to put down this wave of popular feeling, they would have to initiate a bloodbath of unarmed civilians to do so.

[Captain Enema]

Somewhere deep in the crowd a single voice could be heard by a select few, that voice shouted, "HALF OFF ON BURRITOS AT BURRITO BOB'S!" While the ongoing spectacle is bad for the peace, the crowds at Burrito Bob's have been massive all the live long day.

[Evangeline Anovilis]

Operation Camp Madison

 

Why intern elsewhere what can be interned there? The soldiers simply would start erecting barricades and lay out barbed wire from military stocks, to close off Madison. Protesters trying to disturb the building of the barricades would simply get arrested and the rest got permission to protest...peacefully. Every protester would get three meals a day by the field kitchen, all additional food had to be purchased at Burrito Bob, who most likely would become a rich man, as the military food was a bit simple and leaving the rally grounds was forbidden. If the 580,000 did not move to prison, the prison would move to them.

 

OOC: Domo Arigato.

[Captain Enema]

A sign would appear at the site of the protest/internment camp. It would read: "Help wanted, inquire at Burrito Bob's. Competitive wages, health care benefits, and retirement plan available." 

[Mara Lithaen]

Unfortunately, "disturbed" is exactly what the barricades got. Hundreds, sometimes thousands at a time, protesters walked forward en mass, and simply moved them out of the way, passing the building materials into the heart of the crowd. Barbed wire was handled with gloves, and the protesters had a polite, rag-masked stare-off with the soldiers who thought themselves their wardens as they did so, daring them to do anything to them. If the soldiers attempted to apprehend the protesters, those behind them simply pulled their beset comrades from the Farawayans' clutches with their far greater combined strength, and did no more. By the end of the first ten minutes in which the barricades started to go up, they simply went down at the hands of hundreds and thousands of protesters.

 

OOC: Your move.

Edited April 1, 2013 by Mara Lithaen

[Evangeline Anovilis]

This would not go on for long, as the Royal Faraway Army would start to throw canisters of tear gas into the crowds that tore down barricades. Those that still marched on would face the brunt of the RFMP, armed with batons, though, if things got really rowdy, and if they would ever dare attack the soldiers, they would also get to feel the buttstocks of the Tigre rifles, made out of solid wood.Overall, the soldiers would however just look to hold the encirclement and did not pursue the protesters further. as long as they stayed within the boundaries, it was fine. And given that they were mostly unarmed rioters, they wouldn't escape, unless they made a more serious effort.

[Mara Lithaen]

The tear gas did little to affect the crowd, most of whom were wearing sealed goggles of one sort or another at this point, and almost all of whom had a water-soaked rag about their noses and mouths, if not just regular filter masks used for construction and other work. The fact of the matter was that the protesters far, far outnumbered the oppressors. The first Royal soldier to attempt to hit a protester with a baton found it ripped out of his hands the protester in question, a local martial arts instructor, who passed the weapon back into the crowd. The crowd then continued to advance, as peacefully as ever, but any attempt at brutality on the soldiers' part was overwhelmed by sheer force of numbers. If a rifle actually turned on the citizens and began to fire... well, it would be most unfortunate, for the soldiers.

[Evangeline Anovilis]

Given the obvious riotous nature which now was captured by Faraway state media and sent to studios in the mother country so they could cut a short reportage about the barbaric brutality of the rioters, the civilians would still see what it meant to be up against an army. While some may have had combat experience, the fact that they had to fight in streets and not just open ground, as well as the fact that they were up against an army that was build up of armed and trained soldiers, which was qualitative far above what barefisted rioters could field, would soon show them that in melee there was little to be gained, apart from a harsh beating. The army was not "far, far outnumbered", but by a factor of about 4 on 1.

 

As the front row valiantly beat onto the flood of mad hooligans, the soldiers in the back created a small podest with crates and the material originally to be used for the barricades and used the slightly higher position to fire rubber bullets into the crowd. Not even a goggle would help there. In broader streets, even water cannons were used, where these were not available, the RFA confiscated the local fire brigade trucks and used those.

 

Anyone who was seperated and caught from the mass was instantly beaten to the ground and arrested for violent insurgency. Loudspeakers would also offer the rioters milder punishment, in return for turning themselves in, though expectations were that the people fought till they were all just badly wounded and beaten meatbags.

[Mara Lithaen]

Meanwhile, the footage of unarmed protesters being beaten brutally by armed soldiers was broadcast across the entirety of the North American continent. But the unarmed protesters weren't alone in the city.

 

"Hammer to all Forge implements, Hammer to Forge, sound off."

 

"Tongs, in position."

 

"Anvil, in position."

 

"Shears, in position."

 

"Billows, in position." So on and so the list went, as a man in a highrise listened to the radio clipped to his armor. There were twenty teams of five, and with the other nineteen checked in, he settled back behind his binoculars and watched, waiting for the proper moment.

 

"This is Hammer, all Forge elements, acquire targets and wait for my signal." And then he watched.

 

~~~

 

Cherie and Susan Tourville were near the front of the ranks of the protesters, most of whom were doing nothing bad at all, and were being beaten senseless by the inhumane soldiers of the Farawayan people regardless. Cherie had begged her sister to stay inside, but the stubborn sixteen year old refused. "If you can go out there and stand up to these bullies, then I can to, dammit!" she said, her long brown hair flying up in a tizzy. "I'm not a little kid anymore, Cherry!" It had taken nearly an hour to convince Cherie to let her come, but in the end her older sister had agreed, on one condition.

 

"You stay with me, Susan. You stay with me, and you don't leave my sight, you understand?" Cherie had demanded, and Susan was only too happy to acquiesce. So, an hour later, they found themselves in the third rank of protesters, Susan holding her placard aloft.

 

"FREEDOM!" Was the chant they sang, along with many thousands of others. "FREEDOM!" Was the chant they sang, even as the protesters advanced against their captors. "FREEDOM!" was the chant they held, even as the rifle butts began to swing and the batons to beat and the guns to fire. Thousands of cellphones recorded and transmitted pictures and video of the impacts of the bullets, of bloodied and bruised faces and bodies; men, women, elderly and children alike.

 

But Susan and Cherie were in the third rank. Cherie was in the second, because she'd ordered Susan to stand behind her and stay there. The man in front of them fell, and Cherie found herself at the 'mercy' of a Farawayan with blood in his eyes. The man raised his rifle, presenting the heavy buttstock to Cherie, the blade pointed at her stomach. Her heart raced, and the world seemed to slow to a syrupy crawl as she moved, turning away from the weapon's stock, even as it carried past her.

 

But Susan had been behind her. In that same moment of awful clarity, she saw her little sister fall,  her pale blue shirt puffed out as a pair of bullets sent her down. Cherie blanked, her mind and face set in a soundless scream, as a red haze slid over her vision. The twenty-four year old had been in her share of fights, and had a few years of martial artistry under her belt. When she moved, however, it wasn't in defense, as karate had taught her. Her left hand grasped the barrel of the gun, pushing it, to keep it pointed skyward.. Her right grasped the pocket knife clipped to her jeans' waistband, partially inside her pocket, and the press of a switch brought the four inch blade flying from its self-made sheath, the spring letting it free, and she brought the weapon into the man's throat, dragging the razor edge across his jugular.

 

~~~~~

 

Hammer had been in just the right position to see the young girl fall, and to what - and whom. Or rather, he'd been looking in the right direction and it had caught his eye. His hands tightened on his binoculars, dangerously. His black face was set in a stony, nigh-on murderous expression. He had two daughters of his own.

 

Yanking the window just open enough to let his fire fly straight, true, and without giving away his position for the first few shots or so, he set his shooting earmuffs on his head, and keyed his throat mic.

 

"Forge elements, this is Hammer. Engage." He said, and settled in behind the stock of his weapon of choice, a long rifle set on a shooting rest, the barrel's end a distance from the windowsill itself, and his team mate loaded a hand-length magazine into the weapon's mag well. Hammer flipped the switch on the Barrett Optical Ranging System set atop the weapon's upper rails, and dialed it in. Another moment, and he set the range to his target, a group of troops firing on the crowd. He got their range, and then pressed a tab on the weapon's mag-well.

 

Then he took a deep breath, stilling his beating heart and his raging mind, before his finger squeezed the trigger. Five and a half pounds of pull later, the weapon bellowed, the blast rattling the windows of the apartment room he was in.

 

The M118 Nightstalker was a 20mm, electronically fired, programmable munitions system. The M400 HEFRAG 20mm was a programmable munition, capable of being used as an anti-infantry or anti-aircraft weapon, at the operator's choice. It was, in essence, a FlaK round. The round flew downrange, and at 910 meters from its starting point, exploded in midair - two feet above the soldiers' heads, spraying them with high-speed fragments

 

His muzzle traversed, the second round in his chamber an M395 depleted-uranium round. He targeted a water cannon unit, and put the BORS on target, letting it work its computational magic once more, and then he fired again.

 

All across the city, similar bellows were heard, taking out vehicle drivers, water cannon units, the soldiers firing on the panicked protesters. Still other teams held their fire, waiting for their order.

 

But in the front rank of the protesters, a young woman held her sister, a bloody knife in her hands, and a dozen helping hands materialized from the inside of the crowd. Cherie looked up, and saw the EMT patch on the shoulder of a bruised, battered, uniformed man, and Cherie numbly helped him get her sister as the rifles' reports began to be drowned out by sonorous booms like the thunder of a storm. Cherie stopped for a half-second, dragging the rifle that had made her move from her protective place before her sister from the hands of the man she'd killed because of it, and disappeared into the enraged crowd with the slim hope of her sister's survival the only thing keeping her sane.

Edited April 1, 2013 by Mara Lithaen

[Evangeline Anovilis]

OOC: I will ignore the bayonet-stabbing and your RPing of my forces and pretent it did not happen. You can go find a GM to force me to acknowledge it, but I'm pretty sure that's not going to be the case.

 

IC:

 

As the heavy attacks came in from unidentified sources, the Faraway Army slowly retreated out of the city into the outer perimeter that had been set up before to regroup. All civilians that would try to pass the siege perimeter would be taken into custody, as martial law was declared by the Military Authority. Neither protesters, nor aggressors would be able to avoid passing the tight lines and the Lake St. Clair Army was called for assistance.

 

The retreat surely would cost more casualties if the enemy pressed the infantry and especially disengaging the protesters would be hard. The RFA here would mostly try to just use the general confusion and chaos, as well as the various Dragoon regiments that would try to secure the retreat, before retreating themselves.

 

While the RFA dug itself in outside Madison and started planning a counter-attack, a report would be sent to the High Command, trying to explain the situation.

[MostGloriousLeader]

With permission received from the Faraway government to assist, the 161st Electronic Support Squadron began their operations.  Two EC-130H Compass Call electronic warfare aircraft left the base with an escort of four F-35s and took up station over Madison, Wisconsin.  The flights operated at 20,0000 feet to avoid being in range of MANPADS.  Since the threat, if any, wasn't clear the F-35s were sortied with a variety of munitions.  Two were armed for air to air combat while the other two were armed for air to ground/SEAD missions.  The operators on the EC-130H coordinated with the Faraway military command, blanketing the area with heavy communications jamming rendering cellphones unusable while disrupting radio communications not being used by the Faraway military.  Operations would continue as long as needed, with flights either being replaced by on call aircraft or re-fueling tankers to maintain the presence over Madison.

[Mara Lithaen]

The snipers' fragmentation rounds would follow the fleeing oppressors all the way out of the city, while the shooters staid well out of sight, in the upper floors of apartments and other buildings across the city.
 

"Anvil, go." Hammer said into his throat mic, and the group's single 81mm mortar belched from a back yard near the city's outskirts, following the enemy out of the city with fragmentation rounds. It fired three shots, and then the truck that carried it moved, the crew closing the pickup's bed cover over them as they made their way to the next position.

 

"Tongs, go." Hammer said, and a pair of MG3 MMGs tore into the soldiers' lines nearest Hammer’s position. 1300 rounds per minute of 7.62x51mm NATO made a noise suspiciously like that of a massive, enraged chainsaw, when held on full-auto. The protesters themselves fled from the automatic gunfire, headed a bit deeper into the city, leaving mostly-clear lines of fire towards the enemy position. The machine-gunner crews covering that portion of the city would drain a 200 round box in a little over 10 seconds, pack up, and relocate to avoid being located. Inevitably, some would, but there was always at least machinegun firing to cover the other's retreat.

Edited April 5, 2013 by Mara Lithaen

[Evangeline Anovilis]

While the machinegunners got a good few soldiers, killing maybe three dozen, the Faraway soldiers soon used cover provided by buildings standing around or vehicles. Especially the MUV's with their armor protection helped a lot to avoid getting shot, while they responded fire, when an insurgent was spotted. With retreating masses, the stage was free to unleash the wrath of the four 40-millimetre autocannons and explosive ammunition. Originally designed for use against low-flying aircraft, the raw firepower would tear through any wall and each terrorist that thought they could seek cover behind it. It may have had only a fraction of the firing rate, but with 4 cannons per vehicle, it was capable to reach a firing rate of 1200 rpm. While still being slower than the MG3s, the difference in caliber would make up for it, as would the difference in relative protection. Given that any machine gunner would be taken care off within a few salvos (and they would be hard pressed to just pack things up with their heavy weaponry, before getting hit by the MUV-40), surpression fire would be largely inadequate.

 

Once the fire had cleared, the troops would still retreat to the outer lines, to prepare their counter-attacks. This was an ordered retreat after all. Once that was done, de Havilland DHC-6 Twin Otters would be launched from Lake Michigan to provide aerial reconnaissance from 3,000 metres altitude with high-resolution cameras. The info would then be sent to the lines, to report on the status within the town.

 

Outside Madison though, mixed groups of MUVs and accompanying infantry were formed, to prepare for assaulting the town. Spotted mortars would be fired at with precise shots from trained batteries of MUV-76s, using HE ammunition. As the groups of infantry and self-propelled artillery moved forward, carefully inspecting buildings they passed for any resistance, the aerial reconnaissance continued and everytime an enemy was spotted, an artillery barrage would be following. For troops that would use civilians as shields, teams of sharpshooters were created, that would use small-unit infiltrating tactics to take out the terrorists with few shots and little collateral damage.

 

Civilians encountered were taken into custody and brought to a provisory camp outside the town, every person that was caught bearing arms was shot on sight. And this time, it was not rubber bullets that would leave the muzzle.

 

OOC: Please provide exact numbers of your forces and casualties in your next post for transparency.

 

You can assume that I'm using One army from the North, one from the Southwest and one from the Southeast, with a few elements staying back to guard the perimeter, so you don't break out.

 

http://forums.cybernations.net/index.php?/topic/113263-ontario-military-high-command/

 

There is a listing of my structure and a description of the MUV. As the Faraway Armed Forces never adapted an IFV, the slots are currently filled with more MUVs. Heavy Artillery Teams don't exist currently, so you can ignore that. Towed howitzers for infantry regiments are 155 mm TRF1, towed howitzers for cavalry regiments are LG1 105 mm howitzers, Canadian version.

 

I'm using one wing of Otters, so, 12 planes.

[Mara Lithaen]

OOC: I have already GIVEN you exact force numbers in previous posts. I will not do it again.

 

IC:

 

When the MUVs began to open fire, Hammer pressed his throat mic once more, activating it. "Scythe, go. Clear the field." he ordered, and a half-dozen Javelin-equipped troops opened fire on the armored vehicles, using weapons designed to disable or destroy main battle tanks. Two of his machine-gun teams fell, both members of each team killed by MUV bursts, and the numbers would have been higher, had each team not been smart enough to position themselves where their muzzle flash would be difficult to spot. Others took up the slack, and his snipers brought their ire to bear on the cowards before them. The counter-battery fire against the mortar truck was impotent, as by the time the enemy's forces could triangulate the origin point, the truck was already gone. Hammer found himself wishing that they had been able to bring in the 155mm piece they had acquired, but no joy. It was probably better this way, anyway. The two dozen sniper/spotter teams in his force made damned sure that any attempt to gain entrance to the city came to no avail.

 

When the recon craft came overhead, Hammer was about to order Sickle to bring their FIM-93 Stinger-Bs to bear, when the idea struck him that the sniper rifles his force was using were 20mm cannons, in essence... with the same range as an anti-aircraft cannon. So he ordered two of his sniper teams to take their best shots at the Otters - while staying hidden and in cover - and told Sickle to be ready in case the HEFRAG rounds failed in their duties.

[Evangeline Anovilis]

OOC: Yo, you may not have noticed, but I'm not triangulating your mortar, I'm using live aerial recon to find it and shell the hell out of it. Could you tell me how you manage to avoid that this fast? And I guess your communication is immune to jamming, because of what?

 

IC:

 

The Otters would fly unimpeded, as 20 mm guns simply lavked the vertical range to shoot down aircraft at 5,000 metres above the ground. That had been taken into consideration since the first reports of 20 mm rifles being used came in. At worst, the troops would give their position away, for 76 mm artillery to target them.

 

The Faraway army once again retreated in orderly fashion, having lost maybe 10 MUVs to enemy fire. For now, they would just hold the perimeter and enforce a siege. Madison was not farming ground, one would see how long these people could last, without the order provided by the Faraway troops.

 

Message was sent home for deployment of units better equipped to deal with the situation.

[Captain Enema]

Burrito Bob and all of his employees take refugee in the shop's metal walk in freezer after painting a large red cross on the roof of the building. They then pucker their bumholes and prepare for the task of repelling all boarders.

[Evangeline Anovilis]

While the Otters continued their aerial recon missions, operations would now mostly include digging in, extenting the trenches the RFA had dug already before. A few kilometres behind the lines, the artillery would be placed, concealed, to avoid any strikes against it. While the lines were thin, the trenchees and machine gun nests, as well as barbed wire would ensure that noone could easily break through, not without proper support.

 

The three armies surrounding Madison

 

All transports to the city were cut, from now on it would be capitulation or starvation. Not even Burrito Bob would be able to supply more than a half a million people in the long term. Just like the RAS should wither away with time, so was the resistance in Madison expected to just wilt, as food would become scarce, as the soldiers stopped policing the streets and as Faraway even cut the fresh water supply, by sealing the pipes and damming the rivers.

 

The soldiers were put on alternate shifts of 4 hours, with always at least one third guarding the trenches, watching for any movement. The rest would sleep or play cards in the rear with their companions. as before, civilians that were fleeing the city and captured by the Army were taken into custody, while anyone who left the city armed, was immediatly shot at.

 

In Faraway proper meanwhile, the decision was made to reinforce the protectorate with the 3rd and 4th Reserve Armies, to ensure that troops were ready to help within hours, should anything unexpected happen.

[MostGloriousLeader]

The creation of the CSA and their assistance in maintaining order in the Carolinas freed up Commonwealth forces for a surge to ramp up peacekeeping efforts in Ohio and Kentucky to the west... and to the North.  High level talks led to the green light for the deployment of a small amount of Commonwealth troops.  The 52nd Infantry Division was ordered to deploy to Madison to assist Faraway forces along with a small special forces detachment.  In addition to ground troops, several squadrons of fighters and close air support aircraft were earmarked to support the efforts to contain and eliminate hostile elements in the city. 

 

The 52nd's commanding officer was among the first Commonwealth forces to arrive in the city and reported to the Faraway CP.  Major General Brendan Crosby was the youngest general officer in the Commonwealth army at 36, receiving top marks during his studies at the National War College and had just been promoted and assigned to this command two weeks ago.  While Commonwealth forces would remain independent for any upcoming operations, he had been ordered to prioritize assisting Faraway forces as much as possible.  Arriving at the CP, he exited his Humvee and reported to the commanding officer.  "Major General Brendan Crosby, AC Army, commanding officer of the 52nd ID reporting" he said as he snapped into a salute.

Edited April 6, 2013 by MostGloriousLeader

[Tanis777]

 

Encrypted Transmission

Classified - Top Secret

 

Hudson Bay Federation North American Command

Faraway Armed Forces

 

Authorization of Use of Non-Lethal Chemical Weapons

 

The unique situation in Madison has warranted our attention.  It is our desire than during this period of great unrest that we request to deploy several new chemical weapons under development from our labs.  We wish to see if these chemicals will endure a live test for future non-lethal use in the military.  We wish to inform you of this request well ahead of time.

[Mara Lithaen]

OOC: Yo, you may not have noticed, but I'm not triangulating your mortar, I'm using live aerial recon to find it and shell the hell out of it. Could you tell me how you manage to avoid that this fast? And I guess your communication is immune to jamming, because of what?

 

IC:

 

The Otters would fly unimpeded, as 20 mm guns simply lavked the vertical range to shoot down aircraft at 5,000 metres above the ground. That had been taken into consideration since the first reports of 20 mm rifles being used came in. At worst, the troops would give their position away, for 76 mm artillery to target them.

 

The Faraway army once again retreated in orderly fashion, having lost maybe 10 MUVs to enemy fire. For now, they would just hold the perimeter and enforce a siege. Madison was not farming ground, one would see how long these people could last, without the order provided by the Faraway troops.

 

Message was sent home for deployment of units better equipped to deal with the situation.

 

The Otters were hit by and destroyed by rounds meant to take out heavier craft than they were (OOC: You said three thousand meters in your previous post... Also, you do realize that even .50BMG rounds have a range of 4 miles... which is farther than 3000 meters? This bullet is three-quarters again larger and with an even more powerful propellant load. Depending on barrel length, this bullet is capable of travelling between 4300 and 6800 meters. Vertical. Also, either my snipers hit the planes or the frakking STINGERS do.... as mentioned previously. Pick your poison), knocking the Royalists' eyes out of the sky. At worst, the troops simply missed, for they had taken measures to avoid being visible from below or above. (As mentioned previously.)

 

OOC: Proof of 3,000 meter elevation here. Bold.

While the machinegunners got a good few soldiers, killing maybe three dozen, the Faraway soldiers soon used cover provided by buildings standing around or vehicles. Especially the MUV's with their armor protection helped a lot to avoid getting shot, while they responded fire, when an insurgent was spotted. With retreating masses, the stage was free to unleash the wrath of the four 40-millimetre autocannons and explosive ammunition. Originally designed for use against low-flying aircraft, the raw firepower would tear through any wall and each terrorist that thought they could seek cover behind it. It may have had only a fraction of the firing rate, but with 4 cannons per vehicle, it was capable to reach a firing rate of 1200 rpm. While still being slower than the MG3s, the difference in caliber would make up for it, as would the difference in relative protection. Given that any machine gunner would be taken care off within a few salvos (and they would be hard pressed to just pack things up with their heavy weaponry, before getting hit by the MUV-40), surpression fire would be largely inadequate.

 

Once the fire had cleared, the troops would still retreat to the outer lines, to prepare their counter-attacks. This was an ordered retreat after all. Once that was done, de Havilland DHC-6 Twin Otters would be launched from Lake Michigan to provide aerial reconnaissance from 3,000 metres altitude with high-resolution cameras. The info would then be sent to the lines, to report on the status within the town.

 

Outside Madison though, mixed groups of MUVs and accompanying infantry were formed, to prepare for assaulting the town. Spotted mortars would be fired at with precise shots from trained batteries of MUV-76s, using HE ammunition. As the groups of infantry and self-propelled artillery moved forward, carefully inspecting buildings they passed for any resistance, the aerial reconnaissance continued and everytime an enemy was spotted, an artillery barrage would be following. For troops that would use civilians as shields, teams of sharpshooters were created, that would use small-unit infiltrating tactics to take out the terrorists with few shots and little collateral damage.

 

Civilians encountered were taken into custody and brought to a provisory camp outside the town, every person that was caught bearing arms was shot on sight. And this time, it was not rubber bullets that would leave the muzzle.

 

OOC: Please provide exact numbers of your forces and casualties in your next post for transparency.

 

You can assume that I'm using One army from the North, one from the Southwest and one from the Southeast, with a few elements staying back to guard the perimeter, so you don't break out.

 

http://forums.cybernations.net/index.php?/topic/113263-ontario-military-high-command/

 

There is a listing of my structure and a description of the MUV. As the Faraway Armed Forces never adapted an IFV, the slots are currently filled with more MUVs. Heavy Artillery Teams don't exist currently, so you can ignore that. Towed howitzers for infantry regiments are 155 mm TRF1, towed howitzers for cavalry regiments are LG1 105 mm howitzers, Canadian version.

 

I'm using one wing of Otters, so, 12 planes.

 

It was at this point that Hammer left his rifle post, putting his spotter on sniping duty momentarily, and he retreated further into his command building. Going back, deep into the core of the building, he made two lefts and a right to arrive at an interior apartment, probably the building manager's. It had been hastily converted, however, into a rather sophisticated clean-room. A shock of unruly black-red hair, held up with a pair of Asian-style hair sticks, bobbed along as its owner made her way about a table strewn with parts of electronics and dominated by a decent-sized hobby drone.

 

"Is it ready?" Hammer asked, and Cecilia Rhodes, code-named "Patriot", shrugged her slim shoulders.

 

She sighed, and waved her hand at the table. "The drone itself is ready, though control will be... spotty, at best. The bastards have us cut off by everything except in-city land-line, but a small microwave transmitter mounted here-" she said, pointing to a tiny dish on the back of the plane, "powered by the lithium-polymer brick up front, ought to give us at least some control. If nothing else, we can tell it where to go and maybe get enough of an image to pick a target and bomb it. That's really the only part I am sure of." she said, motioning towards the brick of C4 nestled alongside the battery, closer to the nose to balance the weight. "The good news is that there are enough hobby stores around here that I've got all the parts I'll need to make more. The problem is the explosives. Now, I know how to make it, but there's been enough looting that finding damn toothpaste is hard enough, much less the other components." she said, and shook her head, sighing, before turning her hazel eyes on Hammer again. "But don't worry, I've got it handled."

 

"Good. When can we launch this one, at any rate?"

 

"As soon as I can close it up. Give me an hour. Don't get me killed."

Edited April 6, 2013 by Mara Lithaen

[Evangeline Anovilis]

OOC: It's still up to me to RP casualties. Not you. You can politely ask me though to RP them.

 

IC:

 

Encrypted Reply to Hudson Bay Bay Federation North American Command

 

The Faraway Realm grants authorisation and we thank you for your help. We can only hope that the madness stops as soon as possible.

 

With regards,

 

Dorothy Alcott,

Commander of the Northern Army

 

Meanwhile a second wave of aerial recon planes would be sent in, this time operating at 6,000 metres height.

 

Altough the Faraway Armed Forces had quite a few dead soldiers by now, for the High Command, this presented a good opportunity. While quite a few corpses could be recovered, not all would be listed and some would be dumped into the Lakes around Madison, their slow decay rendering the water surely undrinkable. To help out though, a small amounts of Clostridium botulinum would be added to the water, to make sure of it.

 

There was no way the insurgency could kill as many people as was necessary to escape death or imprisonment.