Commodore Sami al-Ghazali got a very quick response from Carrier Group London, inviting him to communicate via radio.
"This is Comodore Sami al-Ghazali, commanding the Naval Expeditionary Force YSR of the Riysian Navy, from the Saddam al-Tikriti. Carrier Group London, please respond."
"This is the BCNS Divine Right, we hear you, state your intentions." A radioman replied.
"Our orders are to make contact with Carrier Group London to co-ordinate action against the YSR fleet and coastal aerial assets."
Verifying this claim, the radioman quickly switched over to the bridge. "Good evening Commodore." Commodore al-Ghazali heard.
"Good evening, who am I speaking to?"
"This is Admiral Marcus Redfield, commanding officer of the Confederate carrier group in theater." The Confederate Admiral replied.
"A pleasure to meet you Admiral, and a good evening to you. What is the current status of the carrier group?"
"Been better, commodore. We took some damage in the last exchange, but we are still afloat. We can use a drydock soon though."
"Aye, we're here to help. What can you tell us about what we'll be facing?"
"There is one carrier, managed to avoid our last volley, but we did manage to cause some damage." The commodore heard a bit of a sigh. "Not positive on what exactly our results were, but we can tell you the carrier is definitely a Kuznetsov. We can handle that on the return if you can take care of what's left on land. No positive numbers on what exactly remains there, but I imagine it is significantly less than a few hours ago."
The commodore thought to himself for a moment. "What's the status of your aircraft?"
"They're all well. We didn't lose any yet, and there's only a few ships damaged."
"Perfect." al-Ghazali thought, as a plan formed in his mind. "Would they be available for an offensive? We've got a full compliment of aircraft, and a squadron of anti-air destroyers."
"I suppose we can certainly make something work. We have several cruisers and destroyers, as well as smaller vessels we can commit."
Sami took in a deep breath. "We have an idea, but before I send it, do you have any suggestions?"
"I do. I propose a two pronged strike. We will hit the fleet, you loop around while they are busy and deal with their aircraft, and whatever else they've still got standing."
"Good, that's what I was thinking. We would appreciate it if you can keep the carrier off our backs while we move in to attack. Forwarding you a map of airbases we've uncovered with satellite recon. If we time it right, we could keep the aircraft grounded, or at least occupied. We'll devote our cruisers and destroyers to assist you in your fight, but this carrier will have to hold back."
"I doubt that we will be so lucky. I would expect near constant air patrols after that last hit, we really stirred up the hornets nest there I believe." The admiral replied.
"Hmm. Perhaps we launch our aircraft ahead of us to clear a way just in case?"
"That sounds like a good plan to me."
"Alright, when do you want to attack?"
"As soon as possible, the more time we waste the less likely it is some of these ships will make it afloat to a safe harbor."
The commodore checked a clock in the bridge. "Agreed. We can be prepared for combat in 4 hours. We plan on hitting the Fellsjon AFB first, at it is the closest, and then once we move closer to it we attack any of those remaining airbases. We'll let you know when we're ready."
"Roger that. Admiral Redfield out."
Four Hours Later
The flight deck of the Tikriti was abuzz. The attack was being prepared; a carrier-borne AWACS had already been sent up about an hour ago and was keeping a long-distance watch over the area, so that the attacking aircraft wouldn't be rushing in blind. It had recorded 15-25 aircraft from Fellsjon patroling the local airspace at any one time - costly in terms of fuel and maintenance, definitely, but the heavy air patrols around each airbase had been effective in preventing the Blackhelm fleet.
The plan was pretty simple - two squadrons of TaH-29s, for a total of 24, would engage the Yellowsian aircraft and establish air supremacy, which would then be followed by a squadron of 12 more, assisted by electronic warfare Shrikes, which would hit the local air and anti-ship defenses. Meanwhile, the Blackhelm Confederacy fleet and CAG would engage nearby Yellowsian naval assets. Combined, both the Riysian and Blackhelm convoys would be able to clear a path to Ecosse. It was a good plan, but there was some worry that they didn't have the numbers to take losses, especially if the Yellowsian navy proved to be stronger than first thought. The planners at High Command had already gone ahead though, and given a name to the attack - Operation Shibil.
"Everyone, check in." Colonel Tajjar, commander of this operation, radioed from the cockpit of his own Daqanoush. Although in charge of all aspects of this particular attack in Furqan, he'd be primarily leading the attack on the Yellowsian aircraft, while one of his subordinates, Major Kafarsisi, would be directing the ground attack. His second in command, Muqaddam (Lieutenant Colonel) Hitto, would be available to provide reinforcements in case resistance was greater than expected.
All 34 aircraft reported in, and seeing as there was still some time before take off, Tajjar went over some basic points from the lengthy briefing earlier.
"Good, good. I won't repeat what our job is, because we all know what it is. I will go over what we expect to find there, however - intelligence expects a mix of MiG-29s, 25s, and possibly some Su-27s. Don't be overconfident, and don't underestimate them, because a MiG-29 is still a 4th era fighter, and if you aren't careful it will hurt you. Remember to use range and your aircraft to its highest limit - the MiG-29 radar is notably inadequate and outdated, and shouldn't be able to even see you. Even if they upgraded from the base N019 to the Zhuk-M series, they won't be able to see us until in range of our Muthnibs, at which case we'll active the countermeasures and engage in close combat."
"Alright, we're cleared for take-off. Qulu Allah ya rijal, and fire your weapons - may they be accurate! Riysa, may God protect it!" He yelled to the combined war cries of the pilots over radio. With that, the first flight of 3 took off, and the operation started. A message was sent to Carrier Group London at the same time:
Attention, Admiral Redfield, we are launching our aircraft. Begin your attack when ready. - Commodore al-Ghazali
Around that same time, Riysa
Za'im Tawfiq al-Hiwari had, the previous day, announced that he would be preparing a very important press release. Now, while the Riysian Navy started Amaliyah Furqan, Tawfiq al-Hiwari stood in front of an audience, being recorded live by various Riysian and Astyrian news agencies. He looked up, towards the cameras and the audience, and started talking in his native Arabic.
"Greetings, and may the peace and blessings of God be upon us and on His blessed Prophets and Messengers. Following that, I have called this release to discuss a very important issue, one that has a significant impact on Riysa, our holdings abroad, and in particular, the region of Astyria. Many have speculated what the topic would be, so I will get to the point - it is about the Yellow Star Republic."
"Every Riysian, and many people around the world, know that socialism and communism is a blight on us, for a variety of reasons. While that is bad enough, the Yellow Star Republic has taken it further, succumbing to imperialism and bullying of its local neighbors - although their beloved Marx and Lenin forbid calling it that, as they claim to be opposed to it. I come here prepared with a declaration of war - from this moment on, the Jamhuriya al-Arabiya al-Fashi al-Risi is at war with the Yellow Star Republic. All economic and industrial assets will be seized, and any military assets will be attacked and destroyed on sight."
"Oh sons of Riysa, oh descendants of Abu Bakr, Umar, Uthman, and Ali! And Khalid ibn Walid and Salah ad-Din! Carry your head up high, and strengthen your resolve! We shall take the fight to the imperialist oppressors, and shatter them wherever they stand against us! Take up your weapons, and go forth, for the entire nation, our allies, and the Almighty are behind you. I leave you all with this. May God protect Riysa, eternal and unified." With that, he nodded, and left. A communique was also wired to the nation of Nouvel Ecosse.