Sarah Tintagyl Posted July 30, 2010 Author Report Share Posted July 30, 2010 The first friendly face I had seen in a long time outside of my regiment and what am I greeted with? A scowl. I could already tell that the Yorkist was arriving with more of a burden than I though I had on my shoulders. But I shook the negative thoughts out of my head and laughed at his first remark. "Yes, well, I wish my family genes were a bit better, it does nothing for the feeling of command when so many of your subordinate officers look down at you. I guess you just have to make up for it with volume, which I think I most definitely have or at least I'm trying to get." I turned over to Jacques as he walked from the building we had been in. "What do you think Jacques?" "About what?" He yelled back. "My command presence." Which was immediately followed by him laughing and turning away to a squad of soldiers setting up a machine gun looking down the street in front of us. I glared and turned back to Samson, my eyes glancing over the ground. "Ignore him, the man couldn't even get the proper Anti-Air coordinates for our assaults on Metz and Nancy. Anyways, yes, the advance has been relentless on both our end and for the Germans. Its good to know that you got all the way to the canal still in one piece and without a scratch on you." I dug through my pocket at the same time for a handkerchief to wipe away the blood from my face and hands. "We've been taking heavy casualties throughout the whole advance and if you haven't been to France or Germany before, I can tell you right now, this isn't what Strasbourg normally looks like. I didn't think that the Germans would want to turn this into a personal Hell, but I'm sure this isn't going to be the last surprise of this war." He began telling me about a Commandant Atkinson who had been in the black jet across the sky a few hours before. Apparently when I had said 'thank you' my connection to the central command was still on and had been linked to allied planes as well as French ones. It was a little embarrassing and I couldn't help but blush, but Samson continued on with his orders to assist me. "Well I don't want to force you into any situation that you and your men wouldn't be comfortable in Colonel, especially given that this isn't your war, trust me when I say that York, J Andres, Athens, and Holy America's help against the Russians and the Finns is more than the Empire could ever ask for. So I would never ask...demand assistance to fight the Germans." I sighed. "But, if I can drop the official babble, my men and I need all the help we can get." I reached into another pocket in my uniform and pulled out a map of the city, taking Samson over to the stoop of the office building, I sat down and ran my finger over our route. "The goal is right there. Saint Stephens Cathedral at the center of the city. The rest of the Imperial Army is converging on all sides of the city and we have hundreds or maybe thousands of troops behind us, but we're the vanguard. Up ahead, which will probably be the next major pocket of resistance is the Hotel Regent after that its only a stones throw away from the Cathedral." I looked up and ran my eyes around the carnage that surrounded us. "That's if there's even a Cathedral when we get there, but honestly Colonel, I would be honored to have you and your troops with me to assault the rest of Strasbourg. We would all be happy to have you." "Colonel van Donop!" One of the Sergeants called out from the end of the street running over to me, behind him other figures who I had never seen before walked from out of the debris and dust. "What is it Sergeant?" I rose to my feet and handed the map off to Samson. "We have officers here from a Holy American unit moving through the city, adjacent with General Desnoyers' advance through the city of Strasbourg." "Holy America?" "They've asked to speak with you Colonel." "Of course." I stepped aside the Sergeant and walked up to the Holy American entourage. To say that I wasn't intimidated would be flat out wrong, the Holy American commanders loomed over me, I wasn't tall yes, but I wasn't short either, but these men seemed about as human as the German Einherjar. Maybe even less so, but I never wanted to see what hideous face was under the Einherjar's mask. Nevertheless, I stood straight and looked at them stern in the face, my white hair ragged and my uniform tattered and torn. I must have been a sorry sight to these 'soldiers' if you could even call them that. "I assume you gentlemen are the commanding officers of the Holy American Contingent here in France? I was told you wanted to see me, I am Colonel Khris van Donop of Her Majesty's Imperial Guards, 10th Regiment. How may I be of service?" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Biohazard Posted July 31, 2010 Report Share Posted July 31, 2010 OOC: Following the events of this thread: [url=http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/5202/73593711.jpg]The Shades of the Red[/url] --- [b]June 15th 6:00 AM[/b] "The journey of socialism, and alongside it, Communism, has been a momentous one. It has had successes, but it seems that, more often than not, it has been marred by cruel regimes that see fit to not only tarnish the name of socialism and communism, but to destroy its population, enslaving its population; the majority of the rulers of these deformed and degenerated worker states, whom are not worth mentioning by name, have largely failed in their personal quest to attain socialism for all. Their views have perverted it, corrupted it, and worse, have added nothing that further improves the lives of the proletariat, the socialist, or the world. They have failed to elicit proper reactionary movements to certain capitalistic regimes; they have failed to free the proletariat, and bring about a glory-age of socialism; most of all, they have failed every person world wide, who has ever, or ever will, called themselves socialist. Western Switzerland has done its best to ascertain the proletariat into a position of power, both worldwide, and internally. It is with regret that I admit that our reach is not global, our message, not heard by all; but I digress. The world will reach the utopia soon enough, be it by individual revolutionaries, or the global socialist effort. I have done my best to administer the nation, as closely to the ideals expressed by Franis Solis Ferrer, a Puerto Rican communist. I believe that, largely, I have accomplished those goals, and instituted communism as successfully as possibly. However, there continues to be a particular thorn, not only in my side, nor Swss politics, but the Swiss people themselves. For far too long, this thorn has continually hurt the people, dividing us, not only culturally, but politically as well. For far too long the people of Eastern Switzerland been unable to join with their brothers. For far too long, the people of Eastern Switzerland have been under the heel of oppression by a foreign power; a foreign [i]imperialist[/i] power. For far too long, the GDR has controlled the rest of Switzerland, unwilling to give it back to its rightful owners. Switzerland is unique within its culture. Blending elements of French, Italian, [i]and[/i] German, we have emerged as a diverse group, capable of standing the test of time. Make no mistake, though, there is a [i]distinct[/i] Swiss identity, and no amount of Germanic oppression or coercion can shift that fundamental fact. Therefore, in the interests of ending the scars that this 'red' movement in GDR has created, in the interests of freeing Eastern Switzerland, and reuniting with our brothers. the People's Republic of Western Switzerland declares war on the FUSR." Dominik left the stage. He listened intently to the applause that had begun after he stepped off. Unlike his usual announcements, which were usually met with instantaneous applause and large choruses of whoops and bellows, this one was slightly more somber. He knew that people would be questioning his judgment, and he couldn't blame them. He was declaring war against a nation far more powerful than that of Switzerland; he didn't doubt that the people disagreed with the cause for it though. For quite some time, it had been his aims to reunite the nation, and the population had supported that as his campaign address during the national elections. No, he was sure that it had something to do with the fact that the West Swiss troops would face a tough battle to regain their lost land. ---- [b]June 15th 7:00 AM[/b] It was an hour after the speech was completed, Dominik was inside the capital building, making final preparations to move to the bunker beneath it. He had just finalized the writing of the letters with Principio, and had ordered them to be sent immediately. Principio was a far better artist with words than he was. Currently, he and Principio were heading towards the bunker, to convene with the general War Staff of the Vanguard. --- [QUOTE] TO: Her Imperial Majesty of France, Empress Therese Zelle FROM: Administrator of Switzerland, Dominik Grunewald SUBJECT: Franco-Swiss Pact Dear Therese, I understand any hate or ill boding you may harbor towards me, or Switzerland. I believe, if I remember correctly, I made it explicitly clear that my first and foremost priority would be to reunite Switzerland. The advance into the FUSR won't go past Switzerland; to be frank, I don't believe in assisting the northern Germans at all. Should you request it, I will send what troops we can spare to your front, to assist you with [i]your[/i] reunification process. I told you early on when we first met that Switzerland would stand by France, no matter what would come. I intend to abide by that, if you wish for us to assist you. Sincerely, Dominik Grunewald Administrator of Western Switzerland [/quote] [quote] TO: Head of State of Northern Germany FROM: Western Switzerland Administrator, Dominik Grunewald SUBJECT: Internal Rebellion Esteemed Head of State of Germany, It seems that we are on the same side and on the opposite side. The former GDR-now FUSR has territories of Switzerland that we wish to reunite with. In return for them, we are willing to provide support against the FUSR, tying up troops in the south. We are aware that France is the aggressor in your current Western war, but we will not openly engage North Germany unless your war carries into the internationally-recognized borders of France. I await your reply, with much anticipation. Dominik Grunewald Administrator of Western Switzerland [/quote] --- [b]June 15th 7:30 AM[/b] Dominik, along with Aurelia, Principio, and perhaps most importantly, Alighiero, were now residing within the underground bunker. Present there was the entire general War Staff of the Vanguard - a staff comprised of the top leaders within the Vanguard, their subordinates, and a few lucky and prestigious NCOs, privy to entry. The plans had been finalized the day before, and this meeting was merely to reiterate what was to happen. "Currently, we have 130,000 soldiers and personnel stationed along the FUSR border. 1st Army, led by Mayhew Charpentier, comprising the bulk of our forces, with 60,000 personnel, will make a drive across the plains towards the canton of Zurich. Their main goal, will be to capture the city of Zurich, and defend it until 2nd Army can move in. Which, brings me to the second part of the plan: 2nd Army, led by Donat Galarneau, will travel through the mountains, using the railroad system, with his 30,000 troops. His job will be to capture the cantons of Uri and Ticino as fast as possible. Once he's secured the general area, the 3rd Army, made up of 10,000 troops and captained by Klaus Wexler, will hold the area down, and bring up the rear of 2nd Army. Once 2nd Army is cleared, and 3rd Army garrisoning the cantons, General Galarneau will move towards Glarus and Schwyz and capture the cantons, providing a static front along with 1st Army. Pending the success of these maneuvers, we will move in 4th Army, which is 30,000 strong, to move up Zurich and into Thurgau, with 1st Army providing support. Are we clear on that?" said Alighiero, as he finished outlining the plan and attack patterns on the table-map centered in the room. "Movements after that will be formalized pending the FUSR's potential counter-attack, and how well-organized they are." The General Staff acknowledged eagerly, and moved out to their various positions to take control of the armies they commanded. The attack was about to commence in an hour, and they were all eager to reunite their brothers. [b]June 15th, 8:30 AM[/b] Master Sergeant Lucio de Luca, of the 1st Army, prepared his two fireteams, each comprised of 5 men. They had been on standby for about a week now, and it was finally time for them to reunite the rest of Switzerland. There was a vaguely noble and honorable twinge he felt inside him, the more he thought about it. To keep busy, he had his fireteams run drills for most of the week, letting them rest the day before, so that they were in top shape for the battles ahead of them. He knew they were going to need it. De Luca had yet to actually see any combat, just like the rest of the Swiss Army. It was going to be interesting, or at least, to him, to see how well they held up against the monstrous Red Army of the FUSR. From what reports told him, the FUSR army numbered closely to the million mark, but he wondered how much of it was propaganda, and how much of it was fact. The distant whine of aircraft in the air caused him to turn his head to the West, as the Swiss Interceptors took the sky. The Airforce had explicit orders not to conduct bombing runs on any of the cities within Eastern Switzerland, and only to bomb FUSR troops in the open. With the Interceptors in the air, if he remembered correctly, 45 planes, in 9 squadrons, were to fly anti-aircraft across the Zurich canton. In the distance, further back than the interceptors, cruise missiles left their silos, as they targeted the massive railroad network that Eastern Switzerland had. The goal was to disable the FUSR's attempts to reinforce the areas quickly. A total of twenty cruise missiles went into the sky, and swished past the assembled armies. This was the signal for 1st and 2nd Armies to begin their attacks - and begin they did. Artillery barrages went out from static positions, most aimed towards the canton of Zurich. Lucio got his men together, and with the rest of 1st Army, headed towards the fight. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadowsage Posted July 31, 2010 Report Share Posted July 31, 2010 [b]June 16th Mid-Afternoon, Early Evening Bridge Brutus POV[/b] Finally. I'd led my squad unit to the forces we were supposed to be backing up. The rest of our number was busy on the other side of the bridge; pushing north with all possible haste. I had been the first to contact the French we were here to support, and that knowledge gave me a satisfied feeling of pride inside. The sound of Uriel's armor whining softly under his weight prompted me to respond. "Uhm. Excuse me, I was just thinking..." I smiled a bit sheepishly. "The rest of our Brigade is on the other side of this bridge. We've split into smaller components; company sized and smaller, and are combing the sector for any signs of resistance. I for one would like to apologize for underestimating those reports of German supersoldiers your superiors circulated to us. That would have saved a bit of grief." Almost sympathetically, the crater in Uriel's armor let out a slight groan of twisting, cooling metal. "Where are my manners.. My name is Brutus. Brutus Belisario Carerra. Tribune to this group, after our last died biting the soldier who impaled him." I looked down for a second, sending off a prayer in order to properly care for the fallen warrior in his afterlife. "At any rate, this mountain standing behind me is Brother Uriel." I pointed over my shoulder with my thumb. not at all surprised that it only managed to point a few inches above his belt. "The Emperor protects, Colonel." He sounded as respectful as ever, perhaps more so in the face of allies. "My orders are to assist the reduction of the city by co-operating with French elements we encounter." I could almost feel the wry smile on his face. "Somehow I believe that these Imperial soldiers wouldn't be particularly adverse to... 'tagging along', I believe is the expression?" !@#$%^&. I cut him off as graciously as possible. "We'd be honored, of course, to support the drive through the city. After the fight to get here, this contingent has..." A mental roll-call in my head; 4 dead and 2 walking wounded. "16, not counting Brother Uriel. Please, let us know if there's anything we can do." I bowed my head slightly and smiled. "Oh, before I forget. Tomorrow we'll have the Imperial fleet on-station, they'll be able to vector in bombers." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DeSchaine Posted July 31, 2010 Report Share Posted July 31, 2010 2245, 16th June Far above the European continent a recon sat looked down over the area. It scanned over the region, watching the airports and rail heads nearest to the battle zone. Somehow, a strategic mistake had happened and certain areas had been left untouched. Very soon that would be rectified. With Taeunas bombers running in their Racetrack and French airspace secured by several different allied fighter forces, the means were in place. The plans were communicated to the French command. The offer was also made to send a three man liason team to cooridinate strikes and support. Most notable in the images was the hardware being unloaded in west Germany near the battle zone. Techs looking at the real time feed determined the cooridinates and sent them to the onboard computers of the bombers. The missiles were programed in mid flight by the copilots of the various planes. A single bomber was assigned to that particular target. From still well inside French airspace, a total of eight MDLAM-53SA dropped from the bombers internal rotary launchers, emptying that bay in less than a minute. "Black Dog Four to control. Missiles away. ETA to target, less than ten minutes." After dropping clear, the wings would extend and the engines would kick in, sending the missiles screaming in. Once over the target area, the missiles would open, each releasing six hundred small bomblets. The effect on the ground would be unreal. Nearly five thousand explosions would litter the ground, the tracks, and any vehicles or people out in the open. From far away it would look like a fireworks show gone wrong. All across the German line, the same thing occured. Any rail head capable of being used as an offloading point for heavy armor was hit, though to a somewhat lesser extent. The purpose was to minimize colateral damage and civilian casualties. 17th June, Reims Dearest Siobhan, The first of Taeunas' vehicle transports landed, and two of the rare but powerful Dullahan MBT's rolled off. The next transport carried four of our Glory tanks. The second one was mine. My pride and joy. Hope I don't scratch the paint. I've never been to France before. Never to the continent at all. I find it kinda ironic that my first trip here is so I can blow things up. It's very nice here, a little warmer than I'm used to. I can see a few vinyards in the distance, maybe I'll bring back some wine. Huh. Looks like the third transport is carrying two Thunderchild APC's and their dismounts. Well, it fits. We were told enroute that it was going to be a total mixed force. I know Danny will be here soon. He's in one of the air support units. He's mentaller you know. Jumping out of choppers and such. Bored out of my mind at the moment. Nothing to do. Just going to have to sit here a while I guess. We're supposed to hold till our entire regiment is assembled, then wait some more while we get directions from the French as to where they need us. Well, enough of my blather. Time to stop foostering about and gear up. My love to mum and da, hopefully this bit of business won't take too long. Colin OOC: The first part may be changed if I get a return PM from JtM. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
king of cochin Posted July 31, 2010 Report Share Posted July 31, 2010 [u][b]June 16th, 2300[/b][/u] [u][b]Cochin Expeditionary Force Germany Head Quarters, Ferihegy Airport, Budapest[/b][/u] After 2 days of operational planning, the CEFG HQ has agreed upon a reliable battle plan for the assault which would start as soon as the combat force arrived at Budapest. Regular updates are received from the various fronts and HQs about the movements and front dynamics. The entire squadron force of Air Combat Force Germany had by now arrived at Martensheim, however the RF09 and RF18 regiments are now assigned under direct control of CEFG HQ in Budapest. The 2nd Squadron of RF09 already having been stationed at the Ferihegy Airport, the remaining 7 squadrons of the 2 regiments have been stationed at other air bases and landing strips outside Budapest. From here these two regiments are conducting air superiority operations over the logistical convoy of the the Cochin Expeditionary Force Germany whose main columns had now reached halfway between Bishkek and Atyrau. While the ACFG is now fully represented the air logistics to rapidly increase their munition stockpiles has only started. The Jadayu Mark 2 fighters had flown with only their basic Air to Air munition loads, the supplemental Munition Loads of AIM-RL, AIM-R, AIM-H air to air missiles, SHARM, SHRIKE and POSID Air to surface missiles, the GB1, GB2, GB3, GB4, GB5 and GB6 munitions are still being flown in my regiments of HALOB and MERAT heavy transports to the various air bases they have been assigned to. A rudimentary Air Defense Network has been added to the city of Budapest over and above the air defense assets of Slavic Federation in the form of the SD missile batteries which are now fully operational. A number of tactical low level radars as well as the two dedicated MERAT AWACS provide radar coverage to the air defense network. Overall Cochin Expeditionary Force Germany is preparing the ground for the arrival of its forces. The entire might is not yet arrived, but the presence as of now is not yet toothless. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael McBride Posted July 31, 2010 Report Share Posted July 31, 2010 [b]Colonel Bartholomew Samson, Grand Army of the Republic, 3rd Army, 1st Corps, 1st Division, 1st Brigade, 1st Regiment Commander, Strasbourg[/b] [i]We’d all be happy to have you…[/i] Of course she would, I thought. Of course they’d be happy to have us. 250 fresh bodies to throw at the Germans, just in case something goes terribly wrong, with vehicles and bigger guns to boot. Frowning, I didn’t answer but moved to look down at the map itself. I had no interest in sending my troops against a hotel, but if I was going to do this, I was going to do this my way. Tracing my finger along the Quai Finkwiller, across the bridge for the Rue Salzmann, and then down the Quai Saint-Thomas before heading up the Rue de la Division Leclerc and stopping with emphasis on the Place Gutenberg. “That’s where we’re headed, Colonel. With a smaller force, we should be able to outflank the Germans, and once inside the Gutenberg, we’ll be able to provide covering fire for your approach to the Cathedral. I’ll be taking all my men but leaving you with five of the Zombie APCs to use as bullet magnets and ambulances to evacuate wounded should need be. Our radio is on frequency Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo. Keep in touch, Colonel.” I tossed her a quick salute and then sprinted back towards the APCs with the squad. Getting on the mic, I smiled. “Alright, listen up grunts. We’re going to try and make this easy for our comrades. Zombies one through five, you’re with us. Zombies six through ten, stay with van Donop and assist her in any way possible. Move out.” My force of 250 men was now foot mobile, heading down the Finkwiller to a canal of our own. Once there, three of the APCs maneuvered themselves to the bridge and started firing into the houses and buildings across the way with their 40mm grenade launchers through the windows. We waited… this was going to be a new kind of hell. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Centurius Posted July 31, 2010 Report Share Posted July 31, 2010 [b]June 16th 18:00 The Bridge[/b] "I hope this is what you came for Renee, cause this is the worse I've ever seen a war, but I'm glad to have you here with me and the entire regiment, it a sign of luck to have a stranger around, a stranger who is really a good friend." “This is one stranger and friend who will stay by your side Khris” I said with a smile, when we were starting to advance I felt my stomach move. Not to say I wasn’t happy we were finally advancing but this was what they could do to us when we had a distance and cover, what would they have in store for us when we were in open terrain. I followed Khris as we started to move I held up my rifle and shot everything hostile I was in range of, I felt the bullets go around me but luckily managed to avoid getting hit. I wasn’t going to die in hell, I didn’t want to give the devil the advantage of having me there already. Something changed in me at the battle, I no longer looked around, the scope of my rifle was my only eye. I didn’t care about the soldiers dropping around me, I didn’t care about the German soldiers finding their end, I didn’t even care about the civilians. I had become one with my weapon at that moment. As we crossed the bridge and Khris went for one house I took a squad with me for another one we had been taking fire for. By now I had blood on the blue Athenian combat uniform, French, German. Perhaps even my own. As we entered the building we saw nothing on the first floor but heard shots from the second. “Kill them all” As we ran up the stairs I aimed my rifle around and started shooting. There were around 20 Germans desperately trying to defend themselves against the surprise attack from French forces however they would fail. With every bullet that left my rifle I felt a strange sensation, it was almost as if the death and destruction lead could cause had an addictive effect. Only being stopped by the lack of bullets in my rifle I stopped shooting. The room had turned red with bodies spread throughout the room. I looked around without any emotion took my radio. “All clear” I walked back downstairs and left the house. The area seemed reasonably secure for now. Using a handkerchief I wiped the blood spatters off my face and hands. I decided to reload my rifle and sit down while the regiment was regrouping. I looked a bit amazed at the soldiers from York and suspicious at the Holy Americans. I didn’t trust them at all personally. Neither York nor Holy America were friends of Athens. Then again if France trusted them they couldn’t be too bad, could they? As I always could hear well I caught the conversations Khris and the various foreign officers had. Especially the radio frequency York used made me laugh. I stood up again and walked to Khris. “$%&@ really? Got to give it to the Americans they have a special sense of humor. What’s the next part of the plan?” Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Malatose Posted August 1, 2010 Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 (edited) [b]Aftermath of the Bomber attack:[/b] Despite the fact that Slavic bombers had delivered their payloads while over friendly airspace, the enemy still launched their surface to air missiles. In response, the bombers went through the usual defensive steps. They released their chaff, flares, and electronic decoys. However, they would also have extra help. Since the enemy surface to air missiles were traveling over Slavic territory, the federation's own surface to air network went into action. Dozens of these missiles were fired and were quite successful intercepting the communist missiles. However, several bombers were still lost, with another three suffering severe damage and being taken out of service until repaired. The rest of the bomber force made it home safetly, where they were already being prepped for the next mission. [b]Space Under Seige[/b] [i]Detecting an enemy intercontinental ballistic missile launch. Could be retaliation for the strike we launched earlier, program satellites to adjust path, that could help us a bit. six satellites destroyed! ..what the..[/i] The communist intercontinental ballistic missile strike didn't surprise the federation at all. A retaliation strike was expected. While some of the military satellites adjusted their flight paths, a large number didn't have the oppurtunity to do so. In the end, a large number of these systems were killed and the other half were damaged. Slavic Command HQ quickly re-routed the remaining satellites to take over communications duties. A number of micro satellites were already being prepped for launch to act as semi-replacements for the larger satellites. They would have to suffice until the war ended. [b]A Warzone Over the Motherland[/b] "We are detecting a large number of enemy anomalies. These weapons are going fast!" The enemy hypersonic missiles blazed through the airspace of the Slavic Federation without a care in the world. Slavic radar kept up with the enemy missiles. Along their supposedly plotted courses, Slavic railguns and surface to air missiles fired into the distance. The railguns and surface to air missiles used shells with proximity fuses, which would explode as soon as they got near the hypersonic cruise missiles. The federation also resorted to random firings, which managed to catch some of the hypersonic missiles. In the end, a number of these missiles still impacted at important sites. Two bridges were struck, two airfields were damaged and three RADAR stations were damaged beyond repair [b]Operation: Steel Rain[/b] Present Day [b]3am[/b] The Slavic Bomber force had refueled and re-equipped for the attack. Half of the bombers were equipped with old Raduga Kh-55 air-launched cruise missiles. These missiles were set to be retired earlier in the year by the Slavic Airforce, however commanders had found a use for them in the time being. The KH-55 Radugas had their warheads replaced with additional fuel tankage, and they had been relagated to a role as target drones. The other Slavic bombers were equipped with the same armaments as before. The [i]Valhalla Air-Launched Air Defence Suppression[/i]and modified hypersonic cruise missiles, equipped with RADAR seeking warheads. After the preparations were complete, the bomber force set off again, towards the border of the FUSR, otherwise classified as a "no man's land". Above the Slavic Federation, the bombers flew in formation, the lead bombers were equipped with the Raduga KH-55, while the others were equipped with the [i]Valhalla Air-Launched Air Defence Suppression[/i]and modified hypersonic cruise missiles. Aboard the bombers, pilots checked their watches, counting off the seconds to 0615 Zulu. [i]"Launch!"[/i] The lead bomber launched eighty seconds early. First one, then the second one, the aircraft-shaped KH-55 dropped free from the bomb bays of the Slavic Bombers. Falling several hundred fleet, their turbojet engines ran up to full power. Running on auto-pilot, the KH-55s climbed back up to thirty thousand feet and cruised south at six hundred knots indicated air speed. Each of the modified KH-55s carried their own electronic equipment, in form of RADAR jammers and electronic decoys. These electronics would be triggered automatically by sensors in their tail fins. When they entered the operational range of FUSR radar, the transponders in their noses clicked on. As the missiles entered FUSR airspace, the radar transponders and other electronics equipment made them look like hundred-ten foot bombers. In addition, their own white noise jammers came on, obscuring them even more on radar scopes, and the autopilot controls began to jerk them up, down, left, right in hundred meter leaps as an aircrapft might do when trying to avoid a missile. One hundred twenty of these decoy missiles were now flying over the FUSR, causing havoc and creating holes in FUSR radar networks. FUSR radar technicians would see a combination of holes and randomly appearing and dissapearing bomber aircraft on their radar network. Because of the strength of the jamming frequency, it would take time to burn through the white noise. Thirty seconds after the initial launch, the second wave of Slavic bombers unleashed their payloads. A combination of [i]Valhalla Air-Launched Air Defence Suppression[/i]and modified hypersonic cruise missiles equipped with RADAR seeking warheads now streamed across the skies. There were one hundred fifty seven of these missiles launched in total. Their targets were the same as the first bomber strike. Communist RADAR and Surface to air missile sites. With the previously launched decoys, the enemy would have a hard time detecting this strike. After launching their payload, the Slavic bombers turned around at full speed, heading back to their bases to re-fuel and reload. [b]Into the Fire[/b] The ground war between the Slavic Federation and the FUSR continued on. Go on! Go on! Don't let up the pressure. Move Forward!! The brave commander yelling that at his troops wouldn't last long, as a bullet penetrated his skull ending his life simultaneously. His death was a sort of rallying cry for his men, as they rised up from their positions, spraying fire into the distance with their AVIR assault rifles. From behind the lines, Infantry Fighting Vehicles and T-95 VII Main Battle Tanks moved forward, providing covering fire for the infantry men on the ground. In the background, Slavic artillery barrage was just as destructive. Slavic artillery, in the form self-propelled guns, mortars, multi-launch rocket systems, and self propelled howitzers, fired onto the enemy. These barrages consisted of high explosive shells, cluster munitions, as well as thermobaric munitions. Indeed, the weight of ordnance delivered by Slavic artillery during this offensive would be greater than the tonnage dropped by Western Allied bombers on the city of berlin during World War II. [i]We need covering fire on those tanks! Roger..[/i] The T-95 VII Main Battle Tanks moved forward to random positions and become to deploy various counter-measures such as smoke and aerosol canisters. Aerosol canisters would blind and negate enemy lasers systems, making it hard to deploy laser guided munitions against the Slavic forces. In addition, small, portable ECM pods were also deployed, to trick the enemy tank's radar systems before the ground offensive began. After deploying these counter-measures the T-95 VII Main Battle Tanks opened fire with their 140mm Light Weight High Breech Pressure Liquid Propellant ETC guns. They used "scoot and shoot" techniques, hoping to throw off enemy targettings, incase of retaliatory attacks. While some of the T-95 VII's used their main battle guns, others resorted to using their internal 60mm mortars. The eighteen kilogram mortar is considered an ‘extended-range’ mortar system, and has a maximum effective range of five kilometers with laser guided and unguided shells. Indeed, any enemy that takes a direct hit would be severely damaged or destroyed. The BMP-5 Armoured Personnel Carriers, making sure to deploy their counter-measures as well, worked along side the tanks. However, their guns didn't have the range of the 140mm ETC guns and 60mm mortars in use by the main battle tanks. Instead, they resorted to their Panzerschreck Ausf B. Anti-Tank Missiles. The missiles each had a range of 4000m thanks to their two-stage solid fuel rocket motor. Using their Infrared imaging/short wave infrared electro-optical; fiber optic datalink systems, they would smash into the enemy armor using top attack attacks, mostly because the weakest part of a tank's armor is the bottom and top layers. In the skies, the Lu-67 Advanced Tactical Fighter flew towards the battlefield, maximizing their stealth capabilities. Alongside of these Lu-67s flew the Lu-65 Air Superiority Fighter. They would be providing escort incase enemy forces decide to strike at the Lu-67. The Lu-67's stealth system was one of a kind. It's unique skin utilized RADAR Absorbent Structures (honeycombed Kevlar sections bonded to carbon-fiber skins), which are intended to absorb microwaves in higher-frequency regions. The primary RADAR Absorbent Material utilized in the Lu-67 are Schiff base salts. Derived from research by Carnegie-Mellon University, the material, which is a fine black powder physically resembling graphite, consists of a long chain of carbon atoms with alternating double and single bonds and a nitrogen atom interrupting the string near one end. The chain carries a positive charge, associated largely with the nitrogen atom. A negatively charged 'counterion,' made up of varying composition depending on the specific salt, sits nearby, weakly connected to the chain. The counterion prefers to sit in one of two locations near the chain. A single photon easily dislodges the counterion from one location and forces it into the other. A short time later, the molecule relaxes, and the counterion returns to its original position. Notably, certain salts required a very small amount of energy to shift the counterion - they could be triggered by RADAR energy of certain frequencies. As a result, the Schiff base salts are able to absorb radio waves, and dissipate the energy as heat. This unique property is fully exploited in the fighter’s construction - a mixture of salts tuned to surveillance frequency bands most often employed by air to air RADAR systems (X, L, etc.) are dissolved in a binder chemical and used to treat the external resin panels. The use of shiff base salts made it extremely difficult to detect this stealthy aircraft. It would take an extremely accurate RADAR to pinpoint the location of these aircraft. Each of the Lu-67s were equipped with sixteen short range air to surface missiles. They would launch these 150km from the front, and these missiles would fall directly ontop of the FUSR enemy positions, hopefully creating a weak spot for Slavic forces to exploit. [i]Enemy Helicopters continuing to harass the frontlines! We've lost one hundred fifty armored vehicles thanks to them! Bring the MANPADS to the front![/i] Slavic Infantry equipped with MANPADS (Man Portable Air Defense Systems) moved to the front. They only had one goal in mind, the complete destruction of the enemy helicopters. They moved forward in tactical groups of two men a piece. The Slavic MANPADS fired into the sky, leaving a brilliant white stream. Each MANPAD had a range of 15km and were equipped with a directed-energy blast fragmentation warhead with delayed impact, magnetic and grazing fuze. The warheads were Fire-and-forget and Passive Infrared Seekers. The enemy helos would have a hard time escaping these seekers of the sky. [b]500km behind the frontlines[/b] Behind the frontlines, the situation was hectic. The various commanders, of the various services, attempted to coordinate efforts between their groups. So far, the was wasn't looking bad, but it wasn't looking too good either. In the midst of the choas, Marshal Peschnek, Commander in Chief of the Western Theatre arrived at the scene. It was unusual for such a high ranking official to visit the frontline, but Peschnek was no ordinary man. [i]Marshal Peschnek![/i] Almost simultaneously, the men stood to attention and saluted. [i]At ease...this is no time for formalities[/i] Peschnek groaned and walked towards the tactical map. So far, the map had shown no real progress being made, and so far no land had been lost. A good thing, one would guess, but Peschnek wanted better. He had hoped this latest offensive would achieve those goals. [i]How is the war going? Losses? All that good stuff..[/i] At Peschnek's request, a lone adjutant began reading the current state of the war. [i]So far, we have substained fifteen thousand casaulties. Four hundred armour units have been destroyed, and we have lost a combined force of twenty four fighters. A combination of superiority and multi-role aircraft. All forces are currently being committed to the latest offensive. That is roughly five hundred thousand troops and counting..[/i] Peschnek rubbed his chin and smiled [i]"I thought it would be worse. I admit. I do believe if we could place enough pressure on one point, his forces would collapse. There are just too many internal destractions going in the FUSR. We must capitalize on this, and break their will. Keep on the offensive gentlemen, victory is just around the corner."[/i] Edited August 1, 2010 by Malatose Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Voodoo Nova Posted August 1, 2010 Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 (edited) [b][i]June 15[sup]th[/sup], Makkah, Novak Proper[/i][/b] He held the knife by its blade before taking aim. [i]Thunk [/i]was the noise the blade made against the cork target Shakir had in his office. Shakir preferred practicing his knife throwing when he was stressed; it allowed him to relieve his stress by focusing his energy on something he loved doing. Shakir picked up knife throwing in his early 20's. It started off as a bet against a friend of his from college. He learned that day he was a natural heat using throwing knives and started practicing soon after. Shakir ended up using this skill to his advantage when he was fighting in Europe decades ago. His throwing knives were among the few things he always kept on his person. [i]Knock, knock, knock[/i] "Come in" said Shakir as he threw another knife. [i]Thunk[/i]. The Chief of Staff was always nervous around Shakir when he was knife throwing. [i]Thunk.[/i] The Chief was used to this feeling whenever he was around him. He had important news to tell him. Shakir preferred hearing the good and the bad; thankfully today it is good news. "Sir, the troops are completely mobilized and are setting up headquarters in the Slavic Federation. Supply lines are open through Rebel Army and the Mediterranean. The Sixth Naval Task Group is awaiting your orders in the Med. The Second Army and the Ninth Air Force are preparing for a coordinated offensive with the Chinese and the Slavs on their western border. Our nuclear missile stock pile is still on high alert and our defenses in our waters have been activated." [i]Thunk.[/i]"The Sixth Naval Task Group is to patrol the Mediterranean, attacking enemy blue water ships, taking out enemy supply ships and disrupting trade to FUSR. The Second Army and Ninth Air Force will go through with the offensive. I want a quarter of our nuclear arsenal facing FUSR, we will not take any chances." "I'll notify the Mushir, Rear Admiral and Major-General." [i]Thunk.[/i] The Chief of Staff turned around and walked out the door. After he left, Shakir walked over to his target and pulled his knives from the cork. "Damn, I missed by a quarter of an inch," he thought. He returned the knives to the sheath he had on his person and called his wife. They met for lunch at one of their favorite places in the city, being sure to tell his aides to not call him. In the middle of lunch, he received a phone call. Shakir was angry, not due to the reason for the call but the fact he told his aides no phone calls. He hung up and called someone from the Party. In a few hours, the aide would be dropped in the middle of the Empty Quarter, bare and unconscious, with no water, food or any way to survive in the harsh region of Novak. [b][i]Present Day, Slavic Federation, Operation Crimson Thunder, 3:00AM[/i][/b] The Mushir was talking with the Slavs and the Chinese regarding the upcoming offensive, the plan was solid. He ordered his men to prepare for the offensive. The Second Army was preparing their offensive. A hundred-twenty thousand men stood side by side their Chinese counterparts. Some of the men were nervous, knowing the type of enemy they faced. Others were battle-hardened and were prepared to die defending their beliefs like they have done in wars past. Back on the front lines, hundreds of High Altitude Balloons with radar transmitters corresponding to jet aircraft were launched when the winds were favorable for the troops to launch them. They were designed to reach altitudes normally seen for fighter aircraft in order to confuse radar technicians and radar systems of the Austrians. Two AWACS would serve in electronic warfare operations against other Austrian radar systems using intercepted Austrian signals. UAV's shaped like a missile with several chaff launchers were launched in an attempt to confuse early warning systems as well. At an airfield in East Slovakia, fifty-five Stealth multi-role aircraft, fifty EW aircraft were preparing for battle against the Austrian air force. Many were experienced pilots from previous Novakian engagements in Europe and in the deserts. The Major-General was looking over maps of the region and the estimated specifications of enemy aircraft. They would be working with the Chinese in the air to take out any planes sent to intercept their bombers heading back to base. They would be linking their radar and Intel systems with allied forces to provide a better ability to detect enemy aircraft, even those with stealth capabilities. Air defense systems used by Novak in the Slavic regions would take full advantage of this information as well. Two squadrons of EW aircraft would work on jamming enemy radar equipment and detecting enemy aircraft using IR detection. Around nine kilometers away, the aircraft would unleash their infrared air to air missiles, 80 missiles per squadron were fired. After they unleashed their payload, they returned back to base. Nine Novakian long range bombers were escorted by fifty stealth multi-roles and two AWACS to jam enemy aircraft's radar, ground site radar and lock on capabilities from both systems. From Poland, they moved until they were five hundred kilometers from their targets, enemy missile sites and fuel supplies. Once in range, each long range bombers fired off 15 air-to-ground anti-radiation missiles towards their targets. Once those were launched the bombers fired their special payload, the kinetic warhead hypersonic cruise missile. Each long range bomber had 10 of these missiles. They were targeting the Vienna City Tower, DIB 200, and the Century Tower. Their goal was to bring down these already damaged towers. After firing their payloads, the aircraft turned around and headed back to Poland. In the Arabian Sea, the sounds of missiles could be heard on the decks of the ships. Anti-Sat missiles were being fired off towards FUSR satellites. Shakir wanted to take no chances of those satellites to be used during the battles to harm his soldiers or his allies' soldiers. Using precise guidance systems, the missiles began tracked their targets once they left the atmosphere. In space, Novakian satellites were put in to place over the region. They had defenses against anti-satellite missiles, through the use of chemical lasers. Back in Novak Proper, Nuclear Forces were being given their orders. Silos were hardened to protect against nuclear bunker/silo busters and have been on high alert for a number of years now. A quarter of the Forces were told to position towards Austrian targets in Vienna, Munich and other Austrian cities. Shakir wanted to be ready in case the Slavic Federation was attacked with nuclear weaponry. [b][i]3:15AM, Operation Crimson Thunder[/i][/b] In the Mediterranean, the Sixth Naval Task Group was located just off the coast of Egypt, Rebel Army. They were given orders to launch ASBM’s against the Austrian Naval Fleet located in the Mediterranean. In a matter of minutes, twenty kinetic MaIRV submarine launched ballistic missiles were launched, targeting was the Austrian Fleet still located in the Mediterranean. As the warheads came down, the hundreds of kinetic warheads rained down upon the ships going at a hypersonic speed. Novakian forces were preparing to use their state of the art secure, encrypted communication systems. It used a system of random frequency hopping in order to combat jamming of communications. Breaking communications would be extremely difficult to accomplish due to Novak’s unique system. In order to receive encrypted messages, the person’s suit uses biometrics and voice identification. Should the person be killed, there is an automatic kill switch to prevent the enemy from using the communications against Novakian soldiers. Soldiers were also informed to use their regional dialects of Arabic for inter-unit communication. South of Prague, Novakian troops were preparing to push back the Austrian offensive. Theatre range ballistic missile launchers fired off six hundred missiles towards the Austrians. With a range between three hundred and thirty-five hundred kilometers and the devastating strike against enemy missile defenses and radar systems, the Austrians would not be able to retreat easily from the massive missile strike. Mobile SAM sites, using infrared and short-range scramjet missiles, would be ready for enemy multi-roles, helicopters and other aircraft. At close range, it would be difficult for aircraft to escape this fast missile. Also in use would be long range surface to air radar guided missiles, designed to be difficult to jam. Infrared sensors in use by mobile SAM sites and other ground units will be in use to track enemy IR signatures as well. MLRS systems began their barrage against enemy artillery, armor and enemy MLRS systems. Fifteen hundred GPS guided missiles were launched. Rocket assisted, GPS guided, two hundred and fifty kilometer range depleted uranium HAU230 artillery shells were launched towards enemy armor. Using the artillery’s sophisticated targeting program, the enemy armor will be decimated. With the initial barrage complete, mobile SAM, MLRS systems, artillery, and anything else with CIWS and countermeasure systems were put in to standby mode in order to prepare for the counter. While enemy radar and detection systems were down, they moved to new positions with supply groups waiting to reload the MLRS, SAM, and other mobile artillery. They were preparing to counter the counter-attack from the forests, making it that much harder to counter against the initial attack. Armored vehicles, such as IFV’s, APCS, Tanks and heavy infantry troops dug in at One hundred fifty to One hundred seventy-five kilometers from the front line. They would be using natural foliage, natural cover and camouflage netting, making detection near impossible by overhead reconnaissance, except for low flying aircraft. The troops were well prepared to take out any low flying reconnaissance plane with their long range mobile SAM sites. Vehicles using hybrid technologies would be told to switch to electric power, making the IR signatures almost non-existent to radar systems. Troops have been ordered not to use anything that could emit a thermal signature, such as cigarettes, fire, lights and hot meals/drinks. Any screens with a backlight have been ordered to use inside, with blackout curtains. All precautions possible were taken to ensure their location was near invisible to the enemy, the Austrians. Alongside their Chinese allies, they would be prepared to give their lives for their Slavic allies. Morale was high as these troops were ready to counter after the next wave of artillery and missiles strikes. Austria stood no chance against their enemy. They were determined and prepared to remove this menace from the face of the Earth. Edited August 1, 2010 by Voodoo Nova Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Triyun Posted August 1, 2010 Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 (edited) [i]June 11th, Taipei, China[/i] [i]In the Reinforced Bunker in the Neo Whampao Military Headquarters.[/i] Jia poured his guest a glass of 1989 Chateau D’Yqeum and then one for himself. Taking a moment to enjoy the exquisite bouquets, he then took a sip smiling at the perfect balance of acidity and sweetness. “If they didn’t make such fine wine, there would be little reason not to bombard them with thermal nuclear weapons out of their obstinance with one of our thermo nuclear warheads.” He said in jest. Ding laughed, before taking a sip of his wine. The European who had gone native to use the old imperialist term, had fallen in love with many aspects of China. Its grape wine was certainly not one of those aspects. “I admit, their leader can get tiresome.” Ding said. “We have many mutual friends though.” “Yes yes.” Jia candidly admitted. “Martens though is a man we owe. We crushed him, and in doing so perhaps destroying the one country truly able to understand our vision.” “You aren’t considering?” Ding said somewhat concerned. “No no of course not.” Jia said dismissively. “Fear not, I remain as objective, cold, and calculating as ever.” He smirked. “Besides there is a much more juicy target, the South rose up and its presented us the opportunity to teach them a lesson.” “Ding, you are one of the most experienced field commanders, and the one who knows the terrain. I want you to lead my army into Europe, and deal the South Germans a broken nose. You will do this to show the World that flashy technology is no match for skills of battle-hardened warriors who know what they are doing.” Jia said. “Hmmph… This sounds like too tempting an opportunity.” Ding said. “I accept.” Jia refilled both their glasses. “To our soldiers, may the glory they bring from war make us victorious in peace.” He said. Ding held up his glass, “To the troops.” He said. Both then took a drink. [b][i]Present Day, Operation Red Scar, Time 3:00 AM[/i][/b] Ding had been organizing an operation for the past 12 hours as part of the Chinese effort to relieve the Slavs. Now would be the time to strike. With the Slavs having drawn them out, Ding aimed to deal them a hammer blow and get them hungry. Chinese anti-satellite lasers would fire up at enemy surveillance satellites from their portable sites in the Slavic Federation. The high-energy lasers would bombard the rebel German satellites with electromagnetic energy, if not disabling them then creating severe interference in their ability to conduct their mission at full capacity. Weather balloons would be launched, with the wind favorable for them. Each would carry false radar signatures which would show up as aircraft on the enemy’s radar confusing their interceptors, launching fake cheaper missiles designed to simulate missiles, confusing enemy radar. On the enemy radar it would appear that these would be strategic bombers launching stand off munitions, something that was very consistent with Chinese 1st Hour Aerial Strike Doctrine. These rockets would further deploy chaff from them in timed releases as they cruised through the sky. This would serve to further confuse the enemy’s radar operator. Additionally many ground based electronic warfare units would use both weather balloons and cheaper UAVs to employ DRFM Jamming. Three AWACs would be employed in support of this operation as well. German signals would be intercepted and send back variations in frequency on enemy radar. This would mean that seeing shadows in the Doppler radar, an essential element of attempting to track stealth aircraft, would be rendered less effective. With these combined tools, the enemies different radar systems would suffer key weaknesses. Longer range over the horizon radar would have been overwhelmed with signals, making its early warning missile defenses significantly impaired. Closer range anti-stealth multi-static radars would also have even more difficulty. This was because these radars take much longer times to process information. By employing such a massive combined electronic warfare attack, the enemy’s radar operators would be forced to play catch up, while bombers were already in the air closing in on their targets. In space the Chinese Satellites would be moving into the battle space. Developed by their joint project with the Novakians, the Satellites were equipped with anti-missile chemical energy lasers, which would give them protection against ground to space missiles. What would appear to be cargo containers being unloaded via trucks and rail in the Slavic Federation would in fact pack a much more sinister surprise. Across the supply lines into the Ukraine units would stop. Near the South East border of Ukraine, these freight containers would open up as trains and freight trucks pointed them into the sky. Bright fiery cylinders streak up into the sky as 1000-kilometer range hyper-sonic speed missiles would travel towards their targets deep in enemy airspace. Overall 200 of these missiles would be launched, spending most of their time building up speed over friendly air space. They would then separate into 10 MIRVs each, packing radar seeking high explosive warheads. Descending from an extremely high altitude, each would be extremely difficult to stop as they would not only pack an explosive impact, but also hit enemy SAM and radar stations at a devastatingly high velocity, tremendously increasing their damage yields through kinetic energy. 8 B-9 Stealth Bombers would be flying some of the first combat missions against one of the most dangerous air defenses in the world. This was precisely what they were designed for. Using the mountainous terrain of Europe to its advantage along with its state of the art shaping, highly absorbent electro-magnetic coating, and engines developed to minimize acoustic and IR signatures, even the Germans would have difficult detecting them, especially with the electronic counter measure suite in full use. Using its active phased array radar to minimize chance of enemy radar intercept detection, the planes were also using their extensive ability to detect enemy radar and terrain to evade the enemy’s radar system and doing extensive jamming against the long range radar systems which by their nature were much more vulnerable to jamming, this would boost not only their effectiveness, but the effectiveness of the entire joint operation with the Slavs. Once they were within 600 kilometers, the B-9s would open their missile bays. M-51 hypersonic missiles would be their payloads. The weapons would rapidly be shot off from the rotary launchers unleashing 64 killer weapons towards the enemy’s radar sites, and airbases. These hyper sonic weapons had advanced altimeter systems allowing them to fly at a relatively low level for their speed increasing the difficult of intercept. They would target enemy runways, hangars, and control towers to disable airbases. Their extreme kinetic energy kill vehicles would act with localized explosive force as the equivalent of a small tactical nuke, sans the radiation and a huge radius. Ironically, Austria’s mountainous terrain would make the units harder to intercept for the defenders. During this time where they had weapons bays open the stealth was vulnerable, systems would be used to detect if enemies could find them. While IR detection was impossible from this range, air was not. Thus the radar jamming technology operator would be working overtime to kill any lock ons and the pilot would immediately turn the plane around after firing releasing chaff counter measures. Once the plane's stealth returned, so would its protection against radar lock. 60 F/B-23s would be flying low altitude, low observability missions. Using their jamming equipment, radar detection, and the terrain to further evade detection not afforded to them by their highly stealth shaped design and RAM, they would move to within 150 kilometers of the border, before opening their weapons bays. 36 F/B- 23s each contained 6 air to ground stealth surface skimming missiles which had radiational seeking warheads. Two squadrons were carrying high explosive warheads on the tips of their surface skimming stealth missiles aimed at taking down enemy air hangars. The planes would keep their jamming even while their stealth was briefly compromised. However, the planes also were highly agile, and capable of firing chaff, as well as employing radar jamming and directional infrared countermeasures to evade the enemy’s missiles, should any be fired. These measures would also not impede them in firing off their own, regardless of which direction they were facing, as they were capable of omni-directional target acquisitions. The F/B-23s would then hit their super cruise back to bases while, squadrons of stealth 60 EF-50s and 60 F/A-47s were flying below radar 300 kilometers into Slavic Federation air space ready to jump squadrons which would be sent to intercept either the B-9s or F/B-23s as they journeyed back to their bases, the F/B-23s in the Ukraine and the B-9s in Georgia. All the planes together would create a linked phased array mono and multi-static radar system, each-acting as a miniature AWAC. This system would provide further intelligence of enemy stealth units and missiles moving across the border towards Slavic Airspace and thus improve the efficacy of the Slavs and allied air defenses. As a result, enemy CAS and Multi-role fighters that were operating in the area would suddenly become vulnerable to detection, even the stealth. Even more importantly, the enemies fighters extremely high output engines would make them highly vulnerable to detection by IR. Radar would be a good method to tell the Chinese where in the sky to put their IR detectors, pulse detonation engines and powerful engines capable of Mach 2.8 super cruise would light up like Christmas trees. A Squadron of EF-50s would engage the enemy targets from 10 kilometers range using their extensive electronic warfare suites to jam enemy radar and radar detection as they fired off their infrared air to air missiles, a total of 84. Another two squadrons of F/B-23s would also attack with infrared missiles, using their extremely low profile stealth to get close within five kilometers and engage with infrared missiles, firing four AA missiles each, a total of 96 missiles. All these missiles would be complemented by ground based infrared guidance as well, thereby increasing the efficacy of the kill rate. These units would return to airfields in Poland. Forward deployed SAM missiles would also be employed from ranges of 300 kilometers target enemy close air support units, and knock them out of the fight. Multi-role fighters would be targeted by infrared ground units which had made it to the forward deployed area. The first arriving ground to air units, would also be focused on the enemies forces. Enemy stealth multi-roles which were attacking the near forward assembly points in Bohemia would get a nasty surprise of scram jet powered ground to air missiles which would rapidly gain speed to slam into them. At longer range, about 500 kilometers from the border, 8 Tu-160Ss escorted by 48 F-65 Vanguards and 2 AWACs to jam enemy radar locks, were flying with full payloads. Each bomber carried 20 long-range anti-radiational missiles on its outside weapons hardpoints. All eight airborne units unleashed these missiles against the enemy’s SAM and radar sites that had withstood the stealth and land based bombardment. This would be immediately followed by the coup d’grace, each had 6 ultra high explosive hypersonic missiles in each of the two rotary launchers they possessed. These would be fired in rapid succession at enemy airbases targeting their armories and command centers, aiming to cause maximum carnage as these weapons were designed to completely destroy reinforced facilities. Once the missiles were launched, they’d super cruise back to their bases in Georgia, followed by the AWACs. Which would be escorted out of the area by the F-65s, F/A-47s, and EF-50s who would themselves be returning to bases in the Ukraine. As these units were returning one final surprise was launched. From Kiev, four Donfeng-21 launchers fired off their four intercontinental ballistic missiles, each one was equipped with an anti ship maneuverable re-entry warhead. These would target and enemy carrier, one shot would likely be enough to at least runway crater it and destroy its ability to launch aircraft, if all four hit, it would almost certainly make that carrier into the next man made coral reef. Edit: "Oh by the way we're now at war with the South German Commies." Jia announced. Edited August 4, 2010 by Triyun Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted August 1, 2010 Author Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 (edited) June 16th Dusk Strasbourg Canal "Well hopefully you won't need to send your bombers in at all, if we can take the city by tomorrow morning. But the more we advance, the less likely I think that's a realistic statement." I looked up at the Holy American officers, Brutus, his name was, it sent shivers down my spine. Brutus and Uriel, servants of the Dread Emperor of South America, they looked too much at home here in the Hell that the German's had created and while their offer for help was one of the best things I had heard all day. They did nothing to calm my nerves. Taking a deep breath to regain my composure, I continued. "We're going to be advancing north, hopefully to make towards the next canal crossing that will take us near the Cathedral at the city center, if you're coming along with me, that's where we're heading and trust me, I and the rest of the regiment would be honored with having you 'tag along'. But I guess given your, uh, build, you guys would be trained as shock troops if so, you can be the vanguard that we use to advance on the canals. Hopefully we won't have much to deal with on our way there, if you guys came from the north, most of that must be cleared now." As I was talking to the Holy Americans, the footsteps of Colonel Samson sounded beside me as he came up holding the map and looking at me with a doubtful look on his face. He got my attention and made me gaze down at the map, he wasn't coming with us, or at least not directly. Instead Samson wanted to take his regiment on a flanking campaign west of my objective. It was useful, but Desnoyers main force was already advancing from the west, so the Yorkists would be nice and comfortable holding ground with the whole damn army behind them, while I was heading to get slaughtered on the steps of a church. Beautiful. He spoke so fast I could barely get a word in then shot me a sharp salute, left me with a handful of his equipment and the Yorkist was off. Giving me his call sign, $%&@. I just shook my head, if I wasn't so disappointed that they were leaving our positions I might have laughed, but instead I just shot back an equally weak salute and looked over at the avenue ahead, leading towards the second canal, the Hotel Regent, and finally the Cathedral. I heard Renee's voice next to me after that, she had heard the call sign and had a big grin on her face. Which was good, one of us should be smiling during all this, or the troops might lose heart. "Yeah, well you have to admire the Americans, they can show such humor and absolute immaturity at a time like this." I glanced over at the Holy Americans and sighed. "Well at least Americans from York. As to the plan, we reform the regiment, fan out over the next few blocks and get ready to cross the next canal that separates us from the Central City. There's a Hotel that we need to take directly across the canal, after that, its on to the Cathedral and maybe we can get some rest, we've been fighting all day, they have to bring up fresh reinforcements. God knows we have them." I was deathly tired, after all, I had been at Metz, Sarrebourg, and now I had been marching through hell for about eight hours or so. Physically drained only began to describe how I felt. But shaking the sleep off of me I turned around and back to my regiment. "All right men listen up! The Yorkists are going to be fanning out to our left, to flank the Germans so they can't come around and hit us from behind. Colonel Samson should be meeting up eventually with the first columns of Desnoyers' army coming from the West and if all goes right, we'll have some covering fire from here on out. The Holy Americans, if there is no problems, will form a vanguard with the rest of the Imperial Shock Troops, Lieutenant Molyneaux, you'll be in charge of French troops aligned with the Holy Americans, understood?" "Yes Colonel." "Behind the vanguard, I want the Yorkist APCs, our own armor, and whatever else we have in terms of mechanized infantry, there should be infantry support behind that and the mortars behind that. When we reach the canal, I want all fire focused on demolishing that Hotel, more so than what we did here. Hopefully the Western Army blasted them already and we won't have to deal with much, but I want all of you to expect the worst is that clear?" "Yes Colonel." They said in unison. "All right then lets move out." I turned, Renee, Yves, and Jacques beside me and I hoped Helene was doing okay with Vincent. I hadn't made any contact with his regiment in a while. But maybe they were held up at the canals further down, it was hard to tell in the chaos of the city. Slowly, after about fifteen to twenty minutes of preparation and securing the rest of the nearby buildings, we were finally ready to begin marching out. As we started, I passed the body of a fallen Einherjar and looked down into his glowing red eyes of the mask. There was still a gurgling sound escaping his breath as I leaned down to listen, he was barely audible, dying for sure, but with a pitiful weakness, lifted his arm towards me. I stepped back, terrified and got ready to pull out my pistol and shoot him in the face. But as his hand gripped my own, it was such a soft touch that I waited for a minute and stood there like a stone, some people watching, others continuing on with our march. "To Valhalla...take me..." Then he died. I knelt down near his side and slowly ran my fingers down across the goggles of his mask. I didn't know if he could see me still, but I whispered down into his ear what seemed to make sense at that moment. Not knowing any Norse prayers and only knowing broken German, I prayed. "Gehen Sie gut tapferer Krieger, kann Sie bei guter Gesundheit bis die Endgültige Schlacht warten." ([i]Go well brave warrior, may you wait in good health until the Final Battle. [/i]) I hoped that he did hear it and that he would rest easy, maybe he knew a Frenchwoman had said his final prayer, maybe he thought it was a spirit. But I nodded and stood up in solemness and readjusted my rifle and walked beside Renee as we headed north. Deeper and deeper into the Inferno as the rays of light began to fade from the sky, replaced with the flaming red of the city burning around us. Edited August 1, 2010 by Sarah Tintagyl Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kankou Posted August 1, 2010 Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 June 16th [quote]To Slavic Federation PR Chosun wishes to join the effort against the Marxist scums in Southern Germany, under the flag of the Slavic Federation to hide the connection to Koryo. We have 100,000 troops and 500 tanks ready on trains in Dalian, and it should take 6 days to arrive in Karaganda. If you accept, they shall leave on the 17th. Please notify Cochin and Slavorussia so we may pass without hinderance.[/quote] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaiser Martens Posted August 1, 2010 Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 [i]To Switzerland:[/i] We understand your decision. Allow me to take this as a chance to trascend propagandistic messages and explain to you our position regarding the French conflict. The only way in which we would consider invading France proper would be if there really were no other choice to end this conflict. We believe that when the Southern Conflict ends, it will be possible to approach France diplomatically to end this needless conflict. Even in the eventuality that the French Government may somehow decline (Again, for we have tried already) diplomacy, our goal would be to simply change the French government to a new, more reasonable one: We would never want to occupy, annex, nor puppetize France. In fact, I would have wanted to provide approximately one third of the disputed territory to France on the grounds that historically it had been, unlike the rest of the region, first populated by Romance speakers. This conflict would not drive us to invade Switzerland, unless Switzerland would take the initiative. The true problem is the South. By helping us with it and helping yourselves, you're also helping France slowly reevaluate its position. We do not wish to harm France - after all, we have sent no CM Strikes nor Bombing Raids towards them, as a proof of this. France is only a country with poor leadership yet huge potential. We will of course recognize the integrity and validity of your Land Claims once that the Southern Conflict is over as a whole. Please assist us until then. If so, when this is over, we would like to make a long-term pact between our countries in order to promote long-term peaceful relations. Our new Government is not "hardliner" towards Pan-Germanism as used to be the former Northern Leaders - If your Germans don't want to answer to Berlin, we will respect that indefinitely, and in fact we may even be inclined to defend our Brothers if a third party, as unlikely as it sounds, may ever threaten them. I hope that this will be the starting point for very positive relations. Even if we eventually have to fight at France, although I believe this highly unlikely, our agreement will remain. Be well, [i]Ratsherr Martens[/i] --------------------------------- [b]The German Miracle[/b] [u]Military Version[/u] And earlier the fight had started. Northern Forces versus Southern Forces had met on the battlefield, Hadubrand and Hildebrand between two armies had fought to exhaustation and even death. What Ratsherr Martens and the former Southern Ratsherrs had postponed and hoped to altogether avoid was happening, and the North was fighting the South, oddly at the battlefield on nearly even terms. The Red Tide had rushed forth with ferocity and the Berlin Government seemed to be as if a juggler trying to keep the French at bay while stopping the Muspellian Onslaught. Almost right away the battle was riddled with the same confusion than VDL had been immersed in short of the North. Were we Germans, or Communists? Or are we North, or Southern Germans? Are we Nordlanders? Are we Bavarians? What do we believe in? A large amount of North German divisions, right on the Front, had been having seconds thoughts and either fled battle, changed sides, or became stupified until hit by an Artillery Shell. Then and there, the battle seemed to be doomed, and contact with Berlin was additionally lost. But the Generals of each division had to blindly trust that all of the other Generals would continue on as planned. Only that the Plans had no contingence for a large part of the Army to simply...fade away, as it did. The Generals, and Tambarskjelve himself knew that they were the only thing stopping the Reds from reaching Berlin. They had regrouped and rearranged their troops and moved forwards to attack, for the Reds had decided to attack so relentlessly while focusing on the confused Former Northern Loyalists, that they may not be able to deal with the Flanking Attacks. Von Amend, Ten Hulsen, Runesson and von Möller went around the conflicted divisions to fight the enemy - and the Gods would decide what the outcome would be. In the center, Tambarskjelve and Krause surged to spearhead the Red Kraken. The ensuing battle was confusing, and even though that the Northern Forces appeared to be about to lose at first, with the (Yet unknown) announcement of the Corporativists in the South, the Red Forces suddenly found themselves heavily disorganized and demoralized. Even some Red Forces turned back to the Loyalist side it seemed during the battle, although they would too die. The battle continued for a long time until, as unlikely as it once had seemed to be, the Northern Red Army Group was wholly eliminated, some survivors ran away from the VDL Forces and others plainly were taken prisoner. Reportedly, the only parts of the Armies not to suffer from heavy casualties were the Artilleries, which on both sides always kept moving. It was assumed that the Southern Artillery either surrendered, changed sides, or ran away while it could. Berlin had been sitting nervously, waiting for communications to be restored. Finally when the systems go back online properly, they hear the news of General Tambarskjelve: "Mein Ratsherr! The Valkyries have sided with us! Through heavy casualties, we have managed to eliminate the Red Armies! We are now marching to the South and sending prisoners to the North. This is one for the books, Kamerad! Victory is ours!" In spite of the casualties, the morale couldn't be higher across Germany. The French were being slowed down and demoralized by an array of German Irregulars to the point in which they had to call multiple nations to assist them, and the all-powerful Southern Armies had been reduced to puddles of bone and blood. On the air, the Red Air forces had also become severely disorganized. A similar situation had happened to the Red Air indeed. The German Bomber Squadrons continued Southwards for some time, escorted, once that they had noticed the weaknesses of the enemy AA. Soon they would be bombarding some industrial areas by München and other important southern cities. But the majority of the German Fighters went back north to resupply and have some fixes. Besides, the AA could return to operational status at any moment, and they didn't want to be deep in Red Land if that would happen. One large-distance formerly civilian suicide plane even managed to go to Wien to crash itself on a group of military factories. But then, it was just one...yet what counted was showing the South that they were not invulnerable, shaking their confidence. When it was said and done, a few of the Southern Factories would have probably been bombed - but still, they would have many more. What truly counted was that Army Group South, not wasting a single second after victory, was again Marching South even before comms with Berlin had been reestablished, pouring into Southern Germany while there was no army to hold them back, trying to capture as much territory as possible. General Tambarskjelve was told by Martens, [i]"You keep advancing South and if you come across serious resistence, do let us know. I will contact these new Corporativists or whatever it is they may be and see how reasonable they are. You're getting a Blauermax for this. I will contact you as long as I get any clear messages from the South. I want us at Austria next time I speak to you."[/i] ------------------- And so the Bunker communicates with Laura. The message was simple: [i]"There can be only one. Please surrender all former VDL territory to VDL and Allied Forces, and you will be allowed to take your capital with you to resettle in another territory. We will defend the territorial integrity of Germany. There are plenty other Countries who will grant you a Protectorate to run your business at."[/i] By one, they meant, of course, one Germany. The VDL wasn't going to simply give up half of its territories. Be if due to Extreme Capitalists or Extreme Communists. Hopefully, while Reds and Capitalists infought, VDL would triumph above all and then the Capitalists would take their business to...some other continent, far from European Affairs. As far as Berlin was concerned, even the Reds could be allowed to leave if such was the case. They could pick a different part of the Globe to do their Revolutionary Schemes at. ------------------- Later, the Casualties would be reported to the Bunker. The current status of Army Group South was now the following: From a total of 5 Army Groups with 21 Panzer Divisions and 26 Infantry Divisions each, they had gone to 10 Infantry Divisions and 10 Panzer Divisions each, for 50k Men and 10000 Tanks plus the Auxiliary Brigades, which suffered similar proportional casualties excepting for the Artillery, which had been and remains majority. Berlin didn't care about advancing with few divisions - They were not expected to find new armies until reaching Southern Bavaria or Austria. Yet the light scout vehicles and Armored Cars would go ahead to make sure that no surprises would be seen. In different parts of the North, soon new Divisions would be created. Eighty of them. But their area of deployment was not yet decided. It would take a short time to field the divisions - the equipment was plenty and the trained citizens too plenty, it was just a matter of giving them a Commander and a Banner. The Air Casualties were similar. Around thirty Fighter Squadrons. In reality, the Red Air had taken out many more German Planes, but those had been Civilian Suicide Bombers/Decoys. The new Armies would be directed by Field Marshall "Kaiser" Martens the Elder, who was simultaneously leading Army Group West. New military leaders were sent there - Generals Hafthorsdottir, Thielens and Dirkschneider. The Finnish Forces were asked to, after all, instead of cover for the German Retreat to instead follow the German Southwards Offensive. The Cochin Airforce was asked to help destroy the Southern Industrial Capacity as well. The Slavorussian allies were asked not to trespass into France proper, and only to deploy to the zone in conflict, for fears of spilling the battle to unexpected areas. The Southern Mercenaries were told by Northern Messages and Propaganda: "Do not listen to them. What they pay, we and our allies will pay double if you turn against the Reds and Capitalists to end this war. For if the war continues, you will pay with your own lives." ------ [i]Strassburg[/i] The battle was ongoing, and as bloody as it was, it was only a matter of time until the French Forces reached the great Flagpole as well as the Cathedral. The Cathedral itself was something to behold - once a beacon of Christianity, had been modified to show Germany's New Old Faith. No cross, but instead a great Odal Rune. Instead of the biblic events on the glasses, events related to Paganism were there written in runes, and the Altar was dedicated to the god Tyr. All other statues had been replaced by figures either historical, mythical - or both - in Germanic History. A major figure by Tyr was one which would be painfully familiar to the French, one which would spell the doom of their campaign: [i]Herzog Widukind.[/i] It was, indeed, the Temple of Widukind, at the Borderlands. And it was not unguarded. A group of Tanks and Armored vehicles - all different from one another, and around one hundred of them - moved forwards to the Enemy Vanguard. A couple of the vehicles were covered in skulls and bones completely. Their tracks were bloody - they had probably ran over other Soldiers before arriving here, and some of the tanks looked like they should be broken down, yet kept functioning as if mechanical zombies. A group of Valkyries accompanied the tanks, protected by them, and some Einherjar were there too. One could only wonder if the rest of the German army would too be this extreme... [b]"HEIL HERZOG WIDUKIND STAMM!"[/b] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
king of cochin Posted August 1, 2010 Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 [u][b]Private to VDL[/b][/u] Greetings, The Kingdom of Cochin has noticed the entity calling themselves the Sostra who are conducting a counter revolution against the FUSR. Would it not be better if we cooperate with these forces so that the war can be ended faster? After all the principal objective of this war is defeat of FUSR and it is already been accomplished by this counter revolutionary force. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaiser Martens Posted August 1, 2010 Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 [i](Private)[/i] "You are in part correct. However, the Sostra want to restore the North-South German border. VDL's ultimate goal is not only defeating the Red Army but mantaining VDL structural and territorial integrity. Therefore, while the armies still advance, I have told the Sostra that they have the option of moving their business - while assisted by us - over to non-VDL territory. There are many nations who would give a Protectorate to these people, after all. Losing our territory to these people would be just as bad as losing it to the Red Army. If they choose to fight, we will fight. But they are Capitalists, so we can probably essentially just pay them to move away...for the time being, assume that the war simply is ongoing. If they send any new messages to Berlin which may accept our offer or otherwise change the situation, we will let all of our allies know." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Justinian the Mighty Posted August 1, 2010 Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 [b]June 16 Night West Germany[/b] By nightfall Slavorussia’s S-400 surface-to-air missile defense systems had already gone online. Their radar systems scanned the sky for hostiles, while the theater’s commanders met secretly to discuss their course of action. General Denikin and several lower ranking generals and colonels, including Colonel Golyas hover over a map. “What is our current situation?” he asks. A burly Lieutenant General leaned over the table, his thick fists supported his weight. “We have 50,000 battle ready soldiers on the ground, along with armored transports and 200 tanks. Our anti-aircraft are set up in five main locations and over a dozen secondary locations to ensure optimal coverage. If French planes cross the Rhine they can expect to be shot down within minutes.” A second, cadaverous looking Lt. General took off his thick glasses and used them as a magnifying glass. He was a former Soviet army commander and a career soldier, but his loyalty to the Empire and Tsar was unquestionable. “Since we‘re on the subject of the Rhine, I should point out that the bridges in the area have been destroyed.” “That won‘t be a problem, we‘ve commandeered several barges that can ferry our equipment across the wide parts of the Rhine. They‘re already being loaded. Our main force will cross at Kehl, and our truck bridges are adequate to transport our equipment across there.” “An amphibious landing hundreds of kilometers from any ocean or sea? Who would have imagined?” the cadaverous man replied with a hint of sarcasm. “Additional troops from my corps are being flown in, we‘ll bypass the headache of crossing the Rhine, by dropping a few regiments right in the thick of it. Given adequate air support they should be able to secure a beachhead on the other side.” A private grabs Colonel Gulyas from the meeting. He informs him that missiles are inbound for their location. “How long ago were they detected.” “Just now sir. I came and got you immediately.” “Good, order out SAM‘s to destroy them while they still can.” “They wont be able to get them all sir.” “Just go!” “Yes sir.” Within seconds a radio call would reach the SAM commanders with orders to shoot down all missiles and any enemy craft spotted over the area. Over the populated German cities the barrage of offensive missiles are met with a barrage of defensive ones. Two screaming weapons of war collide in the air, the explosions were magnificent. The bomblets expand from the exploded missile and explode themselves, just like fireworks. Other places wouldn’t be so lucky, but this was war and casualties were to be expected. “Very nice display. It looks like they‘re welcoming us to the war.” General Denikin smiles. “Lets try not to disappoint them.” [b]June 16 Night Battle of Strasbourg[/b] “Get those artillery guns off the ships! Watch out for their planes! Are those SAM‘s online?” “Yessir, they‘re keeping a close eye on everything.” “Good. Our air support should arrive any time now.” The time had finally come the first Russians ground troops were about to dive into battle against France and her allies. Slavorussian BMP infantry fighting vehicles emerged from waters onto the shores of the Rhine, hundreds of soldiers quickly turned into thousands as more and more left the barges for land. They speedily unpacked the artillery guns and the SAM’s, crews manned their tanks and checked their weapons one last time. Tanks and armored infantry transports blaze through the northern countryside. Slavorussian artillery bombard the French and their allies from hundreds of kilometers away. In addition thousands of Katyusha missiles light up the battlefield as they rain down on the enemy. Farther south several truck bridges linked Kehl to Strasbourg, right into Port Autonome de Strasbourg. Two divisions advanced west toward the heart of the city as they did they would rampage through the streets slaying anyone wearing enemy uniforms, without mercy or remorse. Each formation would travel with a point man to scout out threats and once those threats were identified they would be dealt with swiftly and efficiently. Tanks were essentially useless in close quarters, but their turrets were instrumental for flushing out enemy soldiers in hiding. Helicopters patrolled ahead, using their bright spotlights to turn night into day and thereby revealing enemy locations. They were a key weapon defending against snipers perched above the street level. In areas where spent bullet casings piled up in the streets you would know there were some unfortunate souls who would be returning home in body bags. Russian soldiers and vehicles advance slowly and with great caution. Every block must be cleared before they can move on or else they end up trapped in the city by an ambush. Above the city the roaring engines of MiG-35’s herald a new obstacle for France and her allies. MiG pilots were often unpredictable and prone to engage in dogfights even if they were outnumbered. And they were outnumbered by at least two to one. Their missiles were primed and ready, however their mission, for now, was one of deception, to allow transport planes to drop reinforcements directly into the battle and return home unscathed. All the while 2S19 Msta self-propelled guns and Katyusha rockets unrelentingly showered fire on the enemy, while S-400’s monitored the sky for enemy planes to forcibly land. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted August 1, 2010 Author Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 (edited) June 16th 11:00 PM Strasbourg [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nIqlPEzzHk8&feature=related"]March of the Legionnaires [/url] Things happen so fast when your life is in danger, the clock speeds up and you don't know how long you've been fighting, how long you've kept that trigger buried underneath your finger, how many men you've killed, or how many beautiful buildings, now reduced to ruin, blown up in front of your face. We pushed on through the second canal of Strasbourg with surprisingly little resistance, most likely from the main Imperial force coming from the west and that most German infantry were probably concentrated on defending that section of the city, they also probably though that the little regiment that was pushing north wasn't any of their concern. Well, I wanted to make sure that was a grave mistake. So I pushed harder, we advanced faster than we had ever gone through the first stages of the attack. Our artillery bombardment on the German positions on the other side of the second canal were relentless and we reduced the hotel on the other side of the river to dust, sheer dust, and we pressed on. Every house was cleared, every block from where I planted my feet to Eslau was secure from the detachments of the Second Army marching in from the south and just ahead of us I could see the two symbols that we had waited so long to see, what we were fighting for, that German flag to be pulled down from its pole. But that wasn't my objective and so the regiment wheeled right and the square in front of Saint Stephens Cathedral loomed ahead of us. But as the narrow streets gave rise to the open square of the church, my eyes widened in surprise as I think every single one of my men's did as well. The Cathedral, one of the most lovely in France or what had been France, wasn't any more Christian as say a Mosque or a Synagogue. Where the massive cross on the steeple that hung over the city, there was a Odal Rune. The windows had been changed and it was a temple of Nordic Paganism, it was a temple of the German Heroes who had stopped Roman Advances in the past and seeing those statues and those stories embedded in the stained glass windows, something clicked in my mind. This was deeper than a personal thing to the Germans, this wasn't just about Alsace and Lorraine, this was about wars that had happened hundreds of years ago, actually over a millennium. This was a reenactment and this was destiny. We stared out across the square at the massive army in front of us. There were snipers in the buildings to provide covering fire for our advance, but in a battle ground like this, fighting for a city square with the armies so majestically propositioned on each side. I wasn't even sure where to begin. "Christ, I don't need a gun. I need a gladius." I looked over at Yves as we stared out into the square from down the road. It was a massive pronged motion by my regiment, all side streets on the west side of the Cathedral had been taken and all streets on the east still belonged to the Germans. But this is where we were going to fight. "Radio the armor, tell them to get ready to advance on the square." "Khris." Yves looked at me. "You can't be serious, lets call in bombers, look how they're assembled it would be a turkey shoot." "And lose more planes to Anti-Air? No, I want our advance signaled with an artillery barrage, but don't aim for the Cathedral, we...I am taking that myself. If we can get snipers in there, we'll own the square." "Well you have me, don't worry about a thing, I'm pretty damn good with a scope. Or I guess if we're in the whole past time theme, a sling?" I couldn't help but laugh, even with the smell of burning fuel and flesh around me. "Well you can call me the Centurion then." I stepped forward to give my orders. "All right men! This is it, after we've secured the Cathedral, you can take it easy for once, we'll hold that position until we are relieved." There was a large cheer from the soldiers, as much as they could muster for how fatigued they were. "The Germans are on the other side of that Square, this will be close combat, but that's how they want it, the Germans think they are going to taste French blood tonight. But let me tell you all something, this fight, they have a vendetta against us. A vendetta that was formed a thousand years ago when the Great King Charlemagne campaigned through these very territories. When the Roman Legions marched up through the forests of Germania to bring civilization to these dark forests. That is who we are, we are the Knights of Charlemagne, the Legionnaires of Caesar and if these 'barbarians' think they can stand in our way. Well..." I chuckled. "Lets put this myth of German invincibility to the test." And just for the theatrics I took off my helmet, pulled my hair into another tight braid and pounded my fist against my heart. "For the Empress! For the Empire! For the Glory of France! We are the Imperial Guards! The Scourge of Germania!" "For the Empress!" The men jumped to their feet and repeated my motion. "For the Glory of France!" I turned back around and looked out at the square in front of me and closed my eyes, there I was for a moment, dressed in the red and gold of the Roman Legion, catapults behind me and my fearless Legion ready to charge in front. Then opening my eyes, nothing truly changed. I smiled, held out my hand and then let it fall... "Unleash Hell..." All at once the artillery behind me and on every avenue that my forces had claimed unleashed their payload against the German lines, turning the streets near the Cathedral and the steps of the church itself into an line of flame. Immediately after, our armor detachments moved forward with infantry support. Their task was to attack German armor first and if possible take down the Valkyrie and Einherjar positions, they were some of the biggest threats to us after all. Beyond that were the infantry and snipers stationed in the buildings overlooking the square and when the battle joined they would have the task of wading through the chaos of the battle and take out the enemy soldiers. But when we charged forward, the lines of infantry running across that square that was only a few hundred square feet in area, everything seemed to explode all at once. And when I mean explode, I really do mean explode. Looking out in front of me as my feet carried me out to the square we were literally encircled by pillars of flame, shell bursts, and cannon fodder. The armor stayed along the sides of the square of course, but in the close quarters mobility was near impossible. They would adjust their turrets, both French and German, and fire at will over the heads of the German and French infantry in the middle and in the midst of all this, the artillery from further west of the square, which I had horribly commanded to continue suppressing fire on the German lines only added to the chaos of flying rubble and debris. "Look out! Look out!" Jacques yelled as two Germans ran towards me, bayonets branded on the ends of their rifles. I threw my rifle on the ground, took out my pistol and combat knife and moved out of the way as Jacques fired a solid five rounds across them. One fell after a bullet had wedged itself in his neck, the other kept coming and without another thought I jumped towards him, our hands meeting each other and faces contorting in anger, each one of us so close to death. But I had never felt more alive, my muscles pumped vivaciously, adrenaline running through my body at an alarming rate, but the strength, oh the strength, and finally the German began to give way as I forced him to the ground and plunged the knife into his chest, once, twice, three times, to make sure he was dead and rose up to shoot another passing enemy in the face as he went to attack a fallen Frenchman. "Yves! Where are you!" I hollered though the crowd as the bombs burst just overhead. "We need to take the Cathedral!" Out of the smoke he appeared still, the sniper rifle I told him to take over his shoulder as he ran towards me. "Khris you've created a hell hole, this is the worst fighting I've ever seen, its all..." "Hand to hand I know, I know, but c'mon, we're taking the fight to the rooftops. I want you up in that steeple and I'm blasting that Odal Rune apart." "That'll kill their morale for sure." I nodded and grabbed his hand as we started to push towards the Cathedral or Temple or whatever it was now. We pushed through countless bodies, living, dead, wounded, German, and French. I had one hand on my pistol another on my knife, plunging it down and to the sides, the sounds of gurgling blood and screams wherever we went. Slowly we came closer and closer to the church and ran up the stairs, avoiding the craters caused by the artillery bombardments. Reaching the top, I pushed open the doors and threw Yves inside as another German ran up the stairs, this one an officer with a sword. He lashed out to me and I caught his blade with my knife, gritted my teeth as he swung down towards me. But I pushed it away and lunged forward myself, finding his heart. He stumbled back and with another swing I slid it across his throat as he collapsed into a trickle of his own blood. With the enemy on the stairs out of the way I wiped the sweat off my forehead, my bangs handing low, covered in sweat, and I pushed the white strands of hair out of my eyes and pushed open both doors of the dark church and closed them again. But it was just me and the statues of the gods inside. "Yves?" I gripped my knife tighter. "Yves?" OOC: Justinian, will get you in the next post. Edited August 1, 2010 by Sarah Tintagyl Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaiser Martens Posted August 1, 2010 Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 What she saw then was one of the most horrible images of warfare one could ever hope to come across. A tall valkyrie had grabbed Yves out of nowhere and cut his throat, and then her eye-and-mouth protection had been retracted into the helmet. She lifted him and let his blood spill all over her face, her mouth open, and she drank some of it. Then she tossed Yves' body aside and confronted her enemy, instantly tossing at her the dagger she had used to kill him, at her chest. Then she unsheathes her already-bloodied silvery sword, and approaches to try and cut her down, letting out an enraged - deranged even - murderous scream. It was like something straight out of a nightmare - but not like a monster - in spite of all the insanity, she still somehow managed to have an air of efficiency to her every movement, even elegance combined with raw brute force. Outside, the last tanks and soldiers in the open were still fighting. It would take more hours and more demolishing of many more buildings until the battle was truly over - there were still many scattered snipers all over the area. By the time they'd finish, probably only one fourth of the city would remain standing, the rest broken or outright demolished. The trophy was not far, and a number of soldiers - not many - had dug in by the massive flagpole, where the still-clean German flag remained. There were still a few more surprises. Those "Cargo missiles" were deployed again in moderate numbers, only that this time, what they deployed were automatic mini drone guns with small parachutes: They would land and shoot at anything that moved. They had deployed all in all somewhat over a thousand without counting a few that got stuck in unserviceable or otherwise useless places or positions, such as water for example. As if the battle was not chaotic enough already. If the miniguns were good, they'd be deployed in other operations - it was a test run. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted August 1, 2010 Author Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 "Yves! No!" I yelled as I ran forward in the Cathedral as the murderous being in front of me dropped his body onto the marble floor. But I didn't get to take more than a few steps before the murderous being screamed at me, it was an ear piercing scream and I covered my ears for a moment as I looked up at her. This was a Valkyrie, one of the German elites and of that elite, these were the best of the best, they make the Einherjar look like toys and there was no one behind me, no support, the doors were shut and the battle raged outside, it was just me and her. She charged at me and I aimed my pistol, but the first pull on the trigger that would have sent a bullet straight through her helmet just clicked. "Oh God Dammit All!" I swore, out of bullets? If I felt helpless before, now there was no feeling to my accursed luck. She was almost on top of me by then and seconds more I would have had that bloody sword ran through my own stomach, but I jumped out of the way and rolled on the floor over to the far wall of the cathedral. I hit the wall hard and focused my eyes at the doorway where she stood and her horrid face slowly turning back towards me. With nothing but a combat knife, I didn't have a chance against her long blade, but this is where the Germans had made a mistake. Unlike a Christian Cathedral, this Norse Temple was much more geared towards the art of war and my luck I had slammed into the wall near a statue of one of their figures, one of the Norse Valkyries. On the wall next to the statue and through out the Temple for that matter were weapons, swords, axes, picks, hammers. I jumped up and threw my hands around one of the steel swords that was held in place on the wall. Ripping it from its holder I turned back to the Valkyrie pointed the steel sword at her, both of my hands firmly on the hilt of the blade. "Just like a combat knife, just a lot larger." I muttered to myself and narrowed my eyes at the woman in front of me. "Yves..." I swallowed my spit and watched the Valkyrie start to come closer and then I nodded at her and smiled. I had to think sadistically, I had to dispel all fear and I had to take her down. "Alle rechten, wilt u dansen? Verhuurt dans." [i](All right, you want to dance? Lets dance.)[/i]. My native Dutch coming out in times of pressure and I screamed and ran at her ready to collide, ready to fight, ready to kill. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaiser Martens Posted August 1, 2010 Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 To which the Valkyrie replies in Nordlandic,[i]"Vï danzer zi Vallhöll!"[/i] - which she would be able to understand in spite of not properly comprehending the language due to linguistic similarities. And then, she danced alright, sending out another diagonal slash of her sword towards her which she then chains with a butterfly kick, a punch of her free hand, a stealthy upwards slash and a tornado kick, all in quick sucession, then attempting a brutal downwards slash with both hands as if to try to finish her off. One wouldn't expect a woman in armor to move as easily as she did - but there it was - and if the kicks did hit, she would find out just exactly how oppressive a German's boots could be. There were more explosions in the distance, screams of agony, and parts of the city had plenty of fire... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted August 1, 2010 Author Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 I was able to parry diagonal slash, pushing her sword down and I realized then that it would be a lot easier to keep one hand free during this entire ordeal. The sword wasn't a two hand blade anyways, therefore, it shouldn't be used as one. Then again, if I would have done that in the first place, I might have been able to avoid the punch that spun my head around as I staggered back towards the wall, she slashed towards my center missing the skin of my stomach and chest by probably just a few hairs. But the tornado kick that caught my stomach, pushed me firmly back to the wall and I gasped for air after hitting the stone, all the wind near knocked out of me. "C'mon Khris, you at least have to give her a !@#$@#$ fight." And as she came at me with both hands on her sword I grabbed my own blade with both hands again and drove the steel into her downwards slash, bringing both swords to a grinding hall. With a brief lull in our attacks, I drove my own boot into her stomach as hard as I could to send her back or at least for me to escape the corner and restart this from square one. We stared at each other, red reflections from the stain glass windows, the sounds of explosions beyond the stone walls, and horrible screams of pain. This is kind of how I pictured the end of the world to be like, only in that imagine, I wasn't dueling with a psycho-Valkyrie-soldier from Germany. Though in truth, this was much cooler. Regaining my stance and knowing that I couldn't give her any time to get prepared herself, I charged back at her, trust towards her center and a kick sweep across the floor, trying to take out her legs as I went to the ground before jumping back up to drive my sword towards her center again, if she parried the blade then she'd find my hand ripping into her helm. I couldn't punch it, but if I could take the damned thing off her head, it would make the whole fight much more fair. But the whole affair had a bit of humor too it, here we were, two women, two commanders, fighting alone in a church while the world of men killed each other outside. I used to think that we were more sensible then men, apparently I was very wrong. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaiser Martens Posted August 1, 2010 Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 More sensible? The idea would have made the German one laugh then and there. She blocks the incoming blade to her center by catching it with her gloved fist, which appeared to be protected enough to be able to just deal with this, and then she jumps to avoid the sweeping kick, using the opportunity to try to drag her closer for a muay-thay style knee to her face, being then just too close within range for either one of them to use their longer weapons as intended. With the other hand, she manipulates the blade so to try to place it horizontally and against her neck. From there onwards, she just tried to use her greater weight to achieve the maximum lethal effect. She stared angrily into her enemy's eyes, with a degree of passion that no manly heart could ever generate. "Förräder!" she then called him up close. Traitor. Another word similar to its Dutch counterpart. She thought that, as a Dutch, she should be fighting against the French instead. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Tintagyl Posted August 1, 2010 Author Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 The attack didn't go as well as I planned, she literally caught the sword with her hand and I half expected her to bend it up then and there, but instead she just kneed me in the face. Pleasant right? Yeah I thought so too. My head reeled back, blood pouring out of my now broken nose, but instead of my body falling back, she grabbed me with her arm and held me there as she brought her sword just inches away from my neck. I put my free hand out against the hilt of her sword and with all the strength I had held it there as we locked into a stalemate. She glared at me, eyes piercing into my soul. "Förräder!"..."Traitor." She said to me, she had called me a traitor. "Verrader? Verrader. Nee, ik ben geen verrader. Slechts omdat ik voor uw geliefd Duitsland niet vecht, maakt mij geen verrader. Misschien waren alle die geruchten waar, wil u mensen een verenigd Europa alle rechten. Maar tenzij u Duits bent. U bent niets dan een verrader." [i](No, I am not a traitor. Just because I do not fight for your beloved Germany, does not make me a traitor. Maybe all those rumors were true, you people want a unified Europe all right. But unless you are German. You are nothing but a traitor.)[/i] I growled and with a burst of strength twisted out of her grasp, her sword caught me across my cheek and I could feel the blood pouring out immediately. "Deze oorlog kan gelijk niet hebben. Maar ik zal vervloekt worden indien u hier zit en noemt mij een verrader naar mijn landgenoten. Aan mijn vrienden die u doodde. Ik kan zijn verkeerd, maar ik ben geen verrader." [i](This war might not be right. But I will be damned if you sit here and call me a traitor to my countrymen. To my friends, who you killed. I might be wrong, but I am not a traitor.)[/i] And even with a broken nose, blood dripping down from my face, I gripped the sword tightly and charged again slashing towards her stomach, with such ferociousness, I didn't even know who I was anymore. Which was good, she was psychotic, I needed to be psychotic too and I yelled, hollered, screamed as loud as I could as I brought the sword slashing against her chest. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Amyante Posted August 1, 2010 Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 *** Private to VDL *** [quote]We have kept a close watch on the conflict that befell your nation, and it pains us to see a nation you believed an ally to backstab you in a time of weakness, where their support would have been expected instead. However, even without the distance complicating things, Zargathia is a nation of merchants, not warriors. As such, this is reflected on the support we are able to offer. If there are resources we may assist you with, you need but say it, and they will be waiting for you in a safe location just outside of your borders. I fear that is the best we have to offer. Regards, HRH Amyante Tojimaru Queen of Zargathia[/quote] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Uberstein Posted August 1, 2010 Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 With the order given and the news that the Communists were faltering, the Finnish troops left the hastily-built trenches and followed the North German army as fast as they could, trying to catch up and give them the needed re-enforcements. They maintained their general organization, keeping in the assembly-groups, but otherwise it was lines of trucks, APC's, tanks, and not to mention the ~1200 towed artillery pieces. It would take them maybe a day or two to reach the German advance, match their pace and be ready for real combat. OOC: Sorry for the short post, I'll try to write a longer one once I get into combat. >_< Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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