War for the North Pole (MT-PMT, Closed IC)

[Eemeria]

North Pole, Battlegroup Summer Wind, Oil Rig 1

Rear Admiral Paul Henderson had just ordered his vessels to take up a defensive stance around the oil rig when all of a sudden something flashed on the rig and a missile came flying out of it. It struck one of the corvettes to the Carrier's left, it struck somewhere near the munitions storage because the ships imploded then cracked in half. Paul immediately got on the channel and said, "I need eyes on that missile fire, who fired on us?." Before he could rush over to his chair another missile came shooting out of the rig and hit one of the airplanes on the deck of his ship. He watched as the place exploded sending 4 deck crew flying. He heard his radio officer yell, "It's the rigs automated defenses, they're still working somehow!." Before the Captain could order for the rig to be fired on the bridge of his ship (the carrier) exploded, leaving the battle group without direction. Knowing they were in a bad situation the Captain of one of the battleships ordered his ship to fire all weapons on the rig. Flashes of light and a cacophony of noises went off as the Battleships primary weapons fired. The rig exploded immediately. As the rig was exploding one of the cranes on top went flying and struck the already sinking corvette that had been hit first. Over the battlegroup radio Captain Philip Johnson of the Battleship that destroyed the rig said, "All ships, pull back to the main fleet, we need to warn the other battlegroups."


North Pole, Main Fleet, Forward Rendezvous Point 1

Admiral Peterson, the naval officer in charge of the operation had caught wind of the incident at the first oil rig but it was too late for some of his ships. Battlegroup 2 who was the first to arrive at a rig was destroyed in seconds, apparently that was the heaviest guarded rig. They managed to destroy it before they were completely destroyed though, one of the corvettes was driven into one of the rig's legs, knocking it into the water. Battlegroup one had lost a corvette and its carrier was out of commission for the time being. At least it could be used as an aircraft launch pad. Battlegroup 3 heard of the defenses in time and was able to neutralize them without much damage to their own ships. Battlegroup's 4 and 5 had managed to secure their rigs without much problem, apparently the defenses on those had long been deactivated.

[Kamekaze]

Susanoo-no-Mikoto Admiral of Kamekaze's Navy walks through the doors into Ryūjin Suijin's Office.

Susanoo:Sir, we have reports of a unoccupied base near our Territories waters.
Ryūjin: Perfect, send in Atlantis, loaded with tanks, and soldiers to occupy that base in the future, and defend it from any attack. Well besides tanks, i want helicopters, and transport units, for the land/air/sea defense units. Along with pleanty of tools to bring the base to operational power. Then enough materials to create that entire island into a fortified sea fortress, and a base for our fleets to refuel from.

Susanoo: It will be done sir.,

Susanoo leaves the office, while walking away, he touches his ear and calls up Kamekaze's main Naval base.
- "This is Admiral Susanoo, i want Atlantis fueled, and loaded with the Conquest and Conquer package. And i want it done now"
Susanoo re-taps his ear, and leaves the mountain castle of his leader heading towards his personal jet which can reach up to a breath taking speed of 9,000 mph. It was a standard jet of their Air power, but he has modified it himself to fit him personally.

Off the Coast of Kamekaze,

- x100 Ahti and Nefi
- x50 Siege
- x100 Pathfinder
- x25 Hornet
- x10 Swallowtail
- x100 Bladeback Wolf
- x2000 Gunslinger
- x1000 Eldritch
- x500 Medic
- x1000 Duskland Behemoth
- x250 Duskfen Wyrm
- x100 Crimson Spawn
- x100 Storm Phantom

Total: 5,335 Units being loaded onto Atalantis. The Crimson Spawn's and Duskfen Wyrm launch from the airstrip in the base, loaded to the max with Eldtrich, Gunslinger's, Dusklan Behemoth and Bladeback Wolf, towards the base that was located around 124 clicks (200 mi.) to the Northeast. Allowing these men and women to arrive at their destination just under 2 hours.

[Kamekaze]

Admiral Susanoo walks into Ryūjin's office, for the second time today.

Ryūjin: Whats the news?
Susanoo: We have successfully occupied the base with no ressistance from any other forces.
Ryūjin: Excellent! How soon will Atlantis depart with the units.
Susanoo: She will be departing at around 2400 sir.
Ryūjin: Why so late?
Susanoo: She will have the cover of darkness, also allowing her to move along the coast to 2 other confirmed military bases, sadly 1 is more inland.
Ryūjin: Excellent! Any drill sights that we may be able to acquire?
Susanoo: Well sir, from our space radar, there are 2 destroyed sights, that we may be able to salvage either parts, or restore. Then farther west from those sights are 2 drilling platforms. 1 is near our ally. Then on a Small island across the sea, there might be an enemy. Unsure since we have overheard communications, but translation is rusty.
Ryūjin: What do you mean by Rusty?
Susanoo: guessing the words, since the most we hear is static. But near that island is another base, but more inland again, a base on the possible enemies island, and a drilling site just 10 clicks offshore or so.
Ryūjin: Excellent, i will leave it in your hands to get those two other bases, check out the destroyed sites, and the possible conquest of 1 drilling platform.
Susanoo: Yes sir
Ryūjin:Oh also, send more men to be ready to launch from Atlantis.
Susanoo: Yes Sir

Susanoo leave's the office, heading towards his jet to fly towards Atlantis, to get the plans into motion. Susanoo tapped his ear and ordered for the replacement of the units that were launched towards the base that was 120 clicks away. He re-taps his ear again. Thankfully when the men landed at that base, getting it operational again was easy as making pie, ok not pie, but like cake.


OOC: I wish to request the color representing me to be either Pink or Orange, perferably Orange.

[Quasilia]

The troops head back to ship, preparing to head to Norway. In the meantime, two more groups are deployed, each with 750 men by sea, each carrying several unique lightweight tanks that the Marines call "Glass Cannons". Unrivaling speed and almost equal strength, but can't take a hit. Small, too, so they're difficult targets.

The first sets off to the land between the Laptev Sea and the Kara Sea. They hope not to be spotted.

The second heads towards the US, which seems untouched, at the moment.

[Soviet Chernarus]

Several radar installations are being constructed on the island. Approximately 100 troops will stay, in order to man the installations and get the military base up and running again. The rest will return - the information gained from the expedition is being relayed back to Stavka headquarters. The main fleet is prepared to depart soon; with the accurate maps and intelligence on enemy locations, GOLDEN FOX is expected to be able to achieve its goals without meeting any enemy resistance.

[Northdeigo]

The 9th Fleet Submarine Task Force
With all the military activity going around, the Continental Navy Command decided to send in a small task force of submarines, the flag ship Invictus, Republic, Defender, and the Northern Spirit. Each ship had an altered Mystic-class deep-submergence rescue vehicle that had been designed to land troops onshore. Reason is that with the ice, normal naval ships would need icebreakers, but with submarines, they could slip under the ice and remain there months at a time. These four submarines where on their way towards the Alaskan Coast along the Bering Sea, where it was rumored that an abandoned military base existed a few miles in shore.


First, can I be grey. Second, the submarines are Virginia Class.

[Soviet Chernarus]

In anticipation of the arriving force, several large sheds have been constructed to house tanks and other vehicles. The fleet has departed, along with the divisions. When in proximity of the island, they will be loaded onto barges and land on the island. The base will double over as the Headquarters for all Chernarussian operations in the north pole. In order to protect the base, advanced radar systems will be installed. Troops will patrol the area around the base, and will serve in shifts.

[Kamekaze]

Admiral Susansoo: Hello?
Officer: Sir, we just got a confirmation of enemy submarines who would be entering Stelarus waters.
Admiral Susansoo: Really, they are headig most like to the two bases that are located over there. Very well. I want to send out 6 Moby Dicks,3 groups of 2, and i want not the Ramming package, but the Push package.
Officer: May i ask why the Push package, sir?
Admiral Susansoo: Well we dont want to go to war with that country, we just want to divert the enemy nations submarines away from those bases with enough force that they would think otherwise, and show that those bases are ours.
Officer: Yes Sir, it will be done sir.

Admiral Susansoo hanged up by tapping his ear.

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[Quasilia]

The first group of scouts arrives at their destination (the shore on the 90° marker, roughly) while the second is nearing the shoreline. They sent out several by tank to scout the area, while the rest set up a temporary camp near the ship. Being a big cargo ship, it is a big target.

Along the way (roughly at the 93° marker), one of the tank engines gets their track destroyed and do not have the required resources to fix it. Obviously, they can't leave him, so a few stay, while the rest continue. They must act quickly, however, or their comrades will die from the sheer cold. They are thankful enough to not be in combat.

[Kamekaze]

Officer: "Admiral on DECK!!"

Everyone salute's

Admiral Ame-no-Uzume: "At ease. Whats the news?"
Offcier: "We have picked up a group of four submarines nearing the shore of Alaska."
Admiral Ame-no-Uzume: "How far away are we from them, and have they noticed us?"
Officer: "Unsure at the moment, but from the looks of it, they dont even think we are submarines."
Admiral Ame-no-Uzume: "Ha, that is hilarious, put that in the books, i want to show the other Admirals, that these sort of Mechanical creatures do work! Alright, lets start by intercepting them, and push them away from the shore!"
Officer: "YES MA'AM!"

The 3 groups Moby Dick's started to pick up speed with the brute strength of the tail fin and the jet propulsion engines, like they were going to ram the submarines, to sink them. But right before contact, they would instantly slow down and then at a constant speed at the tip of the submarines, start moving them away from their destination.

Meanwhile, Atlantis fully loaded and equiped with Conquer and Conquest package, she had left in the middle of the night and had mad wonderful progress of the reaching the Base in Alaska, that was the closes to the shoreline. With her there, there were 2 Gestalt Battleships, 3 Stingray submarines, 1 CVX, 6 Destroyers (Hell-born Raider), 8 Submarines (Poseidon's Servant). Thankfully once she arrived at her destination, Units were either airlifted to the base, or were launched into the sea, and from there got to shore. Which left the only base now under Kamekaze control was the base more inland. Once everything had settled down, and the base was operational and a specified group would head out on land and in the air to survey, and then a group would travel along the shoreline to inspect and see if anyone else had landed.

[Pridelands Defense Group]

In anticipation of the arriving force, several large sheds have been constructed to house tanks and other vehicles. The fleet has departed, along with the divisions. When in proximity of the island, they will be loaded onto barges and land on the island. The base will double over as the Headquarters for all Chernarussian operations in the north pole. In order to protect the base, advanced radar systems will be installed. Troops will patrol the area around the base, and will serve in shifts.

Edzovo smiled. Perfect. The Chernarussians had begun construction on their bases, but their main force was not yet arrived - instead a scratch force of guards was protecting the prefabricated warehouses, sheds and shelters.

Sat inside a ragged tent, the wind ripping at the edges, he and his team of hunters made their plan. Dirty, fur-clad men with tangled beards and greasy hair, they were perfectly at home in the wilds, though the Arctic was a little more extreme even than their native Siberia. Their plan was simple, but brutal. Edzovo had gotten a good look at the base they had chosen as their target, and he briefed them thoroughly, their rumbling voices incomprehensible beyond a few feet due to the blizzard outside.

Some time later

Night was at its deepest, a thick layer of cloud and blizzard making navigation a nightmare. There was barely anything to guide them, but the band of hunters made it without too much trouble - they respected the cruelty of the region and took their time, and now they were on the outskirts of the camp, just beyond the perimeter lights.

The four men Ezdovo had chosen as support split into twos, moving north and south, to cover the camp from two angles. Using suppressed rifles, they waited until Ezdovo and his remaining four had gotten close to the edge of the light, before shooting out several of the floodlights and lanterns in that area. Within seconds, Ezdovo and his men had rushed forwards, like hungry wolves scenting blood, and were inside the compound. Covered in fur and snow, their dark forms irregular and hard to distinguish, they hugged the piles of supplies, tent lines, anything that prevented them from presenting a silhouette in the darkness, and began working their way around towards the generators for the base.

On a short-range radio, on a completely different frequency to that used by the Chernorussians, the Bear of Baikal communicated with his spotters, but there was little need. They were tracking ahead of him, keeping an eye on patrolling guards, only calling him when they thought he was going to run into one, which was rare - he was an expert hunter and well versed in stealth, patient and canny.

[Quasilia]

The second scout group arrives at the coast of the US (by Inuvik), and begins to deploy their tanks. They find no enemy fleets in sight, thankfully, so they move on, toward the Chukchi Sea. The rest of the fleet (not going by land) decides to go by sea to the other side of the shore, and meet them there.

The first fleet (first that was sent) arrives at the coast of Norway. They plan to set off on foot, but they soon get a message that they will be recieving tanks sometime soon. They have to camp for a few hours.

[Soviet Chernarus]

It should look something like this
military base picture

The fleet, along with the main force, is scheduled to arrive in a day. After that, the general is expected to begin GOLDEN FOX. The smaller, support fleet has begun conducting patrols around the islands. (How did your guys get to the military base anyway?) At the military base, life goes on like normal. Nothing is out of the ordinary.
OOC: Sorry for the weird post, don't really know what to write until my force gets here

[Eemeria]

ooc: Will update tonight

[Eemeria]

ooc: Yo. Stop ignoring posts. Read other peoples posts before you post.

[Pridelands Defense Group]

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OOC - They are part of a very small team composed of mercenaries experienced with the region, or else with the challenges of subarctic and arctic conditions - they are currently working mostly via a small yacht, using snowcats or snowmobiles to get around.

IC - Edzovo motioned for his men to wait where they were, and slipped forwards himself. They had met no opposition, so he decided to keep things low-key. Moving down a snowy slope, where a load of support beams held one end of the warehouse from slipping down the hill. Unfortunately it was no giant cliff, no dramatic crash would ensue, but it was enough of a hill to cause structural and logistical headaches. Attaching explosives to three of the five beams, all on one side, he hoped that the detonation would send one end of the warehouse crashing down the hill, spilling inhabitants and materiel into the snow and ruining it all.

Making sure it was securely attached, he slid back to his team and they moved away some, worming themselves between barrels, beneath tarpaulins, into shadows, before Ezdovo's calloused and grimy thumb flipped the detonator open and pressed the switch, sending three blasting shockwaves through the blizzard.

[Eemeria]

OOC: Ok now that I'm off work I can properly deal with this. 1st- Everyone who has tried to take a base/oil rig clearly ignored my post....they have automated defenses. You have to rp interacting with them. 2nd- I will update the map, just give me time, I'm a busy guy. 3- DO NOT IGNORE PEOPLE'S POSTS.

tyty

[Northdeigo]

Officer: "Admiral on DECK!!"

Everyone salute's

Admiral Ame-no-Uzume: "At ease. Whats the news?"
Offcier: "We have picked up a group of four submarines nearing the shore of Alaska."
Admiral Ame-no-Uzume: "How far away are we from them, and have they noticed us?"
Officer: "Unsure at the moment, but from the looks of it, they dont even think we are submarines."
Admiral Ame-no-Uzume: "Ha, that is hilarious, put that in the books, i want to show the other Admirals, that these sort of Mechanical creatures do work! Alright, lets start by intercepting them, and push them away from the shore!"
Officer: "YES MA'AM!"

The 3 groups Moby Dick's started to pick up speed with the brute strength of the tail fin and the jet propulsion engines, like they were going to ram the submarines, to sink them. But right before contact, they would instantly slow down and then at a constant speed at the tip of the submarines, start moving them away from their destination.

Bridge of the flag ship CNS Invictus

The first submarine of the Continental Navy's Virginia Class, the Invictus was a ship of beauty. But she was a ship to feared. The Virginia class submarines are some of the fastest ships constructed and it was the reason that four of these ships were picked for the mission.

Captain Diego Rodriguez, a 10 year naval veteran and nearing the age of 33, was the first person in history to take command of a Deigan Virginia Class submarine, felt like he was elected president. Because the Invictus was launched first, it spent its first year doing training drills. When the four others were complete, three was placed under his command, the fourth remained in Dante. But today, there was nothing fun about this mission. Well there was, but what came up on sonar changed it.

It came when he was on the bridge, observing, when the officer in charge of the sonar reported that he had spotted large objects in the water due North by Northeast and they were closing in.
"What are they?" The captain asked when he was first informed of it.
"Well it looks like whales. But they are moving too fast to be whales."
"Then they are submarines, officer."
"Enemy ships, thats all I care." Commander Roberts, Diego's second in command.
"Hold on, the computer is constructing a 3D image of the craft."Sonor Officer.

On the screen, VI brought up a ship that appears to be the size of a very large submarine, but in the shape of a whale.

"What in the hell is that thing?" Roberts whispered
"VI, what is that?" Diego asked the computer.

"Object appears to have a whale shaped appearance, but it is too large or fast to be a whale. Sound waves that have return seems to show that the object is made of some kind of mixture of metal and plastic, but it is hard to tell that this distance." The computer rang off.

Diego sighed. "Alright." He walked over to the intercom. "This is captain speaking. I have learned that there is a small fleet of ships are appearing to be planning to intercept us. I am not sure if they mean harm, but, to be safe, I want battle stations manned and on full alert." Diego then turned to the helmsman. "Maintain course. Let them come to us."

[The Aspari Syndicate]

The Syndicate sub's passive radar picks up the incoming Quasilian fleet near the 65° parallel. The Il'a Dreadnought lurking deep beneath the waves prowled towards the fleet. It ascended slightly; its stealthy coating ensured it would remain off the sonar of all but the most advanced ships, and its silent running rotors carried it yet closer. At last within range, it came to a full halt, its massive size carrying it gracefully forward just a bit more, like the leviathan it was. Roughly one hundred meters below the surface of the water, the monster was ready to unleash its wrath.

Inside the belly of the beast, its crew had been waiting at their posts for the signal. One hundred smaller submarines, the largest no more than 22 meters, prepared for launch. Their bleeding edge Rhydinian design allowed them to operate even at this hull-crushing depth, and their weapons were works of art that only true masters of the deep could conceive. Final preparations had been finished minutes ago, and all that remained was the order from on high to attack...

High above the wave, the specialized WSKRS satellites had just come into place. Concealed within false bodies of space junk and guided by carefully concealed ionic thrusters, they formed a constellation high above the Arctic sea and began to paint a picture of the fleet. They chose, categorized, and analyzed targets; synergizing with the hyper-sonar from the Il'a herself, and slaved to the individual hypersonars of the sub-fighters, it would allow an unparalleled level of tactical awareness. Five minutes. That was all the time the attack would require. Five minutes, and the ships would vanish back into the icy depths from whence they'd come.

Finally, the strategic picture was painted. The stealth subs launched first; these were the twelve Lairilweam subs, wraiths of the black seas. They would ascend to firing range, not of their torpedoes, but of their hypercavitating 25mm cannons. Their first targets would be the destroyers that could target the subs. After unleashing their relentless barrages, they would retreat back to torpedo range and attempt to break their target's hulls. The icy water would aid this tactic exceptionally; punching holes into the lower compartments would flood the lowest rooms of the ships with frigid water, rendering attempts to bail it out far more difficult that it would typically be. Nearly all modern ship hulls were constructed to withstand warping in extreme temperatures, but the hypercavitating rounds would often apply considerably more pressure than standard rounds, which led to grisly wounds indeed.

After the initial strike, the other eighty-eight subs would ascend; the Nota'Mans, the aquatic bombers, would begin barraging the undersides of the larger vessels while the Cenah sub-interceptors would hunt down any submarines or other submersible vehicles in the area, swarming them to ensure they wouldn't be able to target effectively. Finally, after exhausting their weapon stores, the Nota'Man craft would fire hardened steel grapples into the perforated hulls of any remaining ships and attempt to literally haul them over at the broadside. The remaining craft would retreat to the mother sub, and the stealthy Lairilweams would perform a final sweep of the area after rearming to confirm casualties and mop-up. Under no conditions, however, would the Il'a engage or set its radar to active; the Syndicate could not risk their primary field asset being discovered this early in the campaign.

[Soviet Chernarus]

Panic spreads through the military base; as soldiers rush out of the base, they inspect the damage. They begin to comb the area in search of the perpetrators, but to no avail - media outlets in Chernarus have attributed it to a structural failure. There were around a dozen injured, with several in critical condition. Chernarussian military leadership are being contacted; the personnel at the base are criticized for the lax security at the base, repairs are expected to take weeks, and possibly months.

[Kamekaze]

OOC: i will try to get on later today, otherwise im busy with flying back home.

[Quasilia]

OOC: sorry im not replying--currently im pming a guy for clarification.

[Northdeigo]

OOC: i will try to get on later today, otherwise im busy with flying back home.

OOC: I'll wait.

[Eemeria]

ooc: TG me with your troop positions ASAP. Will update tonight.

[Northdeigo]

NVM