OoC: Shifting the Rod-Prav war here from the Shadows of a Hut Summer thread.
Pravene Dominion of the Islamic Republic of Sanatasia.
The patrol boat, full of five engineers had left a cruiser and started towards the buoy. It wasn't uncommon for fishing boats to accidentally hit them, or for them to simply malfunction. The waves crashed against the bow of the boat as it bobbed up and down racing towards the coordinates. As they came in close to it after spotting it, the engine was cut and the boat began to slow as a man leaned out and tried to grab the buoy.
''Doesn't look like a boat hit it boss'' one of the engineers said, ''Open up the circuits, might have just malfunctioned, could have gotten sea water in it.'' the engineer began to take a screwdriver and try to unscrew the panel on the side of it, grunting as the boat continued to move. ''Jesus christ, I hate these things...''
''Hey boss, the hell is that?'' another one of the men called out, pointing just over the horizon. The sergeant turned to look and squinted his eyes, ''What's what Yuri?'' he asked. ''That!'' they all stopped for a second and stared, the sun was gleaming down on them, but a small speck could be seen. ''Is that a boat?'' ''No, it's too small''
''What the hell is it?''
About that time, the missile came flying right over the boat, the front window to the boat shattered, zipping by at such a high speed causing the boat to rock violently, and one of the engineers to fall in the water.
''Fuck! Was that a fucking missile!?''
''Holy shit!''
''Hold on Andre!''
The sergeant was awe struck, he ran across the deck and grabbed the radio, ''Echo-Tango 31 to Foxtrot 7-84! Come in!''
''Echo-Tango 31, what's going on?''
''We're under attack! The buoy wasn't malfunctioning, sea skimming cruise missiles coming at Sana hot. Over!''
The radio clicked for a few seconds, as a new voice came on, ''Echo-Tango 31 this is X-Ray, Whats the sitrep?''
''We just watched a cruise missile zip by us! We're under attack! Echo-Tango 31 is pulling back to the 7th, put the fleet on alert! I repeat, Cruise missiles, we are under attack!'' The sergeant turned the patrol boat on, and before Andre was fully in, turned it sharply, and floored it back to the cruiser they had departed from. The thing jerked harshly as it cut through the waves, slamming up and down and spraying water behind it. Cpl. Andre who was now in quickly manned the machine gun mounted on the front, holding on as he tried to latch himself to the safety rope on the mount.
7th fleet 'Foxtrot 7-0' Flagship PRF-Trireme
Admiral Raus was already at the bridge when the Intelligence Officer entered, ''Admiral, We have a Code Red, X-Ray just sent this in'' he said handing Raus a piece of paper. He read it for a second before turning to the others inside the bridge. ''Code Red, I want the 7th on full alert, Arm all intercepts, we've got company!'' he said as he briskly walked to the center of the room looking at a screen.
Within moments a massive alarm sounded off, echoing inside the ship. ''General Quarters, All personnel topside. Code Red. General Quarters, All personnel topside. Code Red.'' The intercoms echoed through out the fleet as the sirens blared. Red lights began to flash and the sounds of foot steps could be heard from every part of each ship. Sailors quickly jumped into gear and rushed for their stations as the ships began to arm. At the docks, the ships' sirens drowned out all other noise, they could be heard from the towns bordering them, as civilians watched.
From the 7th fleet, crews stared as a few missiles came flying by them, they were heading for the mainland not them. Flaks began to open fire as the plumes of water flew into the air from each round, the entire area around the fleet was now completely disturbed, they crews were hurrying as quickly as they could to get their AMG systems online to try and intercept the missiles. It was already too late though.
Sanatasia
One of the cruise missiles came straight into the port, right at the PRF-Piesna, those who did see quickly jumped from the small cruiser into the water below as the missile slammed into the stern. A massive explosion ripped through the rear-deck as shrapnel and debris were flung across the dock. ''Move! Move! Move!'' sailors began to pile off the ship as engineers quickly tried to grab hoses, in the short blast, the stern had already turned ablaze engulfing the rear deck. Captain Marley who was apart of the 23rd Marine Division, grabbed the nearest sailor to him, practically yelling at the man, ''Get ahold of Head Quarters, tell them we're under attack, go!''
After the first hit, the port came alive with activity, it was like disturbing a nest of bees, everyone was running around frantically. Civilians screamed as they fled up the concrete ramps and stairs, and headed for cover. The second missile entered the bay, and streaked straight towards the Fuel Depot. A massive complex of tanks that sat opposite of the Piesna. Marley watched as it entered the complex, seconds past, for what seemed like years, his eyes glistened as he watched the explosion tear through the tanks and the entire structure, glass, brick, steel, the entire complex looked like it had just imploded. The tanks combusted one by one, sending loud thundering blast that sent pieces of tank flying, many of which hitting sailors, civilians, and troops alike. Marley watched as his body fell to the concrete dock beneath him, he couldn't feel his legs.
He quickly looked down, in absolute shock and horror as he stared at where his legs should be, but were not. A piece of tank had come straight across the dock, and had cut both his legs off just above the knees. He screamed in terror, trying to grab at his legs before his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell limp, finally dying from too much blood loss.
The third missiles flew over the dockyard and towards the hills, it was heading for a small communication hub that rested on a hill over looking the port. The concrete structure had a large dish atop of it, and was somewhat dug in, as the missile closed the distance, people began to try and floor out the back way into the hill as quickly as they could. The CM came right through the window before detonating, sending a blast that blew out the rest of the windows, and silencing the screams of those who didn't make it out quick enough. The roof of the hub instantly collapsed, bringing the dish down with it and sending smoke piling down the hill.
X-Ray was getting reports in from all over, missiles had been spotted coming over the mainland and hitting bridges, power hubs, communications, ships, command stations. Anything and everything of importance, lines were going dead, towns had lost power, and there was no word coming in from the docks. Pravene soil had been attacked, and dealt a major blow. X-Ray quickly began to try and mobilize forces on the island, relying on older methods of communication, before long air-raid sirens were calling out across the land. Areas that were hit were in total panic, as civilians confused from the havoc were rushing to the nearest shelters available.
''X-Ray 3 to Charlie-6''
''Central-6 over, why are you using the emergency frequency?''
''Central-6, Sanatasia has been attacked, Imskey Field has been knocked out, Stations 3,8,12, and 24 have lost contact. Awaiting confirmations of compromise. Over''
''X-Ray 3, You are to mobilize and set to DEFCON 3, Get in contact with Foxtrot 7-00, Send sitreps. Consider comms compromised, switch to emergency protocols. Over''
''Copy that, On your way''
The main head quarters on Sanatasia began to flood all their original channels with static and random beeps as they started to switch over to different channels consistently. As forces mobilized, X-Ray began to send out signals to different operating bases, announcing that the island had gone to DEFCON 3, all reserves were ordered to mobilize. No one on the island had any idea what was going on, or who was attacking. Things however, were about to get much more hectic.
Out in the deep waters, Raus had ordered the submarines to dive and spread, as the fleet began to prepare for another assault. They had gotten lucky, a destroyer had moved out and was working on pulling what was left of a cruise missile from the water. They didn't know how many there were, but by the time the AMGs had become operational they were able to hit one. Naval officials watched as the crane lifted the warhead from the waves with the help of a smaller cruiser, as they carefully laid it out on the rear deck, they began to examine it. It's signature, matched with those they had been able to capture with PADS scans identified it as Rodarian. Unfortunately however, the fleet was in the dark, they were going to have to search through all the different protocols to find the correct channel to communicate with X-Ray again which had suddenly started switching sporadically.
''Contact Raus, Tell him we've identified the missile.'' ''On it!''
Reports finally began to come back in to HQ, many of the mainland runways had been wiped out, power was knocked out leaving stations that were lucky to have to use their reserves. Everything was a mess, almost all of the ATCs had been wiped out, and casualty counts were coming in from across the board. At this point, X-Ray sent out another distress signal to Central 6 and near by fleets. Under a third of the PADS systems were operational, while others were still being mobilized. The port city of Cruz was blanketed by smoke from the docks, 24 ships had been immobilized while inside the docks. Emergency teams had their hands full, working on trying to extinguish fires. It was already too late though, the second wave was here.
The city was deafened by the sounds farther out, people watched from the streets as the near-by Almensk facility that sat atop one of the hills over-looking the town was suddenly struck by a powerful missile. The entire hill face then collapsed as the facility, rock, and dirt came tumbling down. Not even 5 hours after the first strike, had there been a second. The military that had rolled into the city hours earlier quickly began to try and evacuate civilians in truck loads, at the same time they watched these missiles come flying over-head and inland.
Smoke piled over sites and cities from across the republic, however this time, PADS was now doing its job. Just as these things were coming in to bring death, the ground in different areas was lighting up with SAMS, rockets began to blare into the sky, Stations 2, 21, and 17 were the last remaining other than X-Ray. Over station 2, PADS sites lit the sky, as smoke trailed behind the interceptors aimed at the incoming cruise missiles. 21 was eventually taken out in this wave, along with 17, 2 however seemed to be lucky as PADS had done its job. However, the situation seemed grave over all, Central-6 had came back before comms went dark again to notify that help was indeed coming, but the island was practically going to have to fend for itself til then.
