OOC: For the sake of story. I will use RL info/geology since there is a lack of information present about the area. Lets see how this develops.
International Waters, Off the Coast of Kamchatka Krai
Kamchatka PeninsulaIt was a breezy night on the ocean, few clouds occupied the sky and it was predicted to be good weather for at least two weeks. It was always more stormy in this part of the world during winter; performing the invasion now gave plenty of time to establish the foothold regardless of bad weather conditions. Regardless of any weather or any hostile forces, this operation was in full swing.
Admiral Klaus Hertzog, a sturdy old man sat at the helm of the bridge of the INS Peters Ending. People talked about him as being an old fart or a "Senior Citizen Brigadier", a common nickname to older officers in the TECT Military; as a sixty-two year old man, he is one of the oldest naval officers in the Imperial Navy. The old fart was however as sharp as a surgeon's tool. His extraordinary experience in command can only be measured by the time he's been on this planet as a Commoner. As a Captain of a destroyer, he led his crew into combat against pirating vessels and against Cetian forces in Cornellia. As commander of his own carrier task force almost two decades ago, he commanded the air bombardment of Jatzi positions from sea. He once again commanded the bombardment of Jatzi positions during last year's spark of fighting. His style of warfare sparked many as "logically brutish" and skillfully equivalent to "Using a hammer to strike a nail into place with one blow." Fellow commanders would call him an old smelly fart and senile to joke and the Emperor would shake his hand and call him 'sir'; a telling of the prestige and respect he commanded as an officer in the TECT Imperial Navy. Here was Hertzog again leading an invasion; this time however, he would not be replaced with an incompetent brat that would erase his hard work.
The old grim faced admiral looked down and at his watch; his wrinkles and short beard got in the way a lot -- it got as itchy as a rash attached skunk, but he got too lazy to shave lately so he decided to stop giving a fuck and to let it grow out. His short grayish black hair and beard showed experience along with his age, years that had seen numerous conflicts and newer technology emerge. As he looked at his watch he broke out an odd cheerful grin. His grin was of oddity and excitement; no one usually knew what the old man thought of but that smile meant he was enjoying himself at least, though that could be a scary or cheerful thing if you thought about it enough -- it made him look almost twenty years younger in fact. The Admiral grinned because it was finally time to commence the first stage of the operation, 'Operation Victorious Brennende Licht (Burning Light)'. "Crew." the old man spoke up. "Commence 'Operation Victorious Brennende Licht'. Keep to the schedule, there are no changes presently." The ship's captain, Capt. Dennis Vogler, gave the order to prepare for a fleet wide missile bombardment. The operation's name comes from one of the numerous names of the Commoner god of victory, Sieg; the name fit well as the name implied a just and blinding light of pure fury that punishes all in its path, something the TECT Imperial Navy was about to do in the form of numerous missile strikes.
A brief loud siren ran out from ship and across the fleet on other ships, from ship to ship the warnings of a missile launch were going off. Lights flashed and deck crews were being ordered inside to avoid the noise and harm. "Okay. You can turn that shit off any time Captain." the old admiral spoke up, not bothering to challenge the loudness of the siren -- his tone commanded much more then then the noise ever could. "Yes sire." a random crew member acted quickly to turn off the siren and lights on the ship; the crew was well aware the Admiral was also Baron in TECT's Noble Class and often addressed him as such. "Much better. Now I can hear the firework show. Besides the AWACS and drones, this trip has been boring." the Admiral replied, bringing his wide cheerful smirk back. Without a second to lose, a blinding light flashed from somewhere along their right side; along with the sound of pure energy, exhaust and a bright light filled the sky.
To the right, the INS Victoria, was one of the latest of vessels acquired by the Imperial Navy. It was a guided-missile battlecruiser, essentially a battleship with missiles instead of cannons; it had so many missiles that it could possibly lay waste to an entire small country, not to mention its advanced electronics and hardware systems. Quite a useful tool on hand in naval warfare and invasion operations -- a ship capable of causing so much devastation at hand would be needed. The Admiral watched the first missile, a
LY589B Hellion-II, roar out of the front VLS of the INS Victoria; as the light shinned off his face, the missile angled and shot toward the west, towards its target, while skimming the ocean. As if it were the signal flare, other missiles from the INS Victoria and adjacent ships began roaring into the sky and following the lead cruise missile heading west. It was as if being surrounded by floating firework platforms -- roaring noise, smoggy exhaust, and blinding lights surrounded the fleet as dozens of missiles launched. The Admiral had enjoyed the first round of fireworks and couldn't wait for the next several volleys of missile barrages throughout the night. If this round of fifty missiles could attest to tonight's phase of the invasion, then it was going to be a long and deafening night.
'Operation Victorious Brennende Licht' was the first stage of the invasion of the Kamchatka Peninsula. It commenced at twelve a.m. local time in the deepest part of the dark ocean far off coast before the fleet was within the land's commercial zone. The plan called for several hours of missile bombardments against targets spotted by military satellites, such as Damocles; these were namely military positions, bases, air fields, air strips, radar installations, armories, depots, government buildings/targets, ships docked, dockyards, power plants and power lines, fuel storage, supply depots, and various other military targets. Near the end of the first phase of the operation, F-29 strike flights would be launched into the airspace to contest its airspace and conduct further bombardment targeting/bombings of their own. The next step was continued cruise missile bombardments and an air campaign to destroy any enemy target. As the bombardment continued, marine forces will begin their landings in the south and north of the Kamchatka Peninsula assisted by air and naval support. Once the beachheads in the north and south are taken and secured, reinforcements will land to reorganize and commence the second phase of the Invasion, the ground invasion to secure the province. Further expansion to the plan will depend on the situation once the Kamchatka Peninsula is taken.
The whole invasion was a low and cowardly move on TECT's part. Abusing the civil war between Roskian states to invade the rebel fraction's fought over land and conquer it from them. Commanders didn't really care what it took to take land, especially the Royal Guards commanders; if given the chance, the Armada will take even more land then it plans to take now. If it meant being sneaky and stabbing someone in the back when they're fighting off one robber, then that meant TECT was the profitable second robber. The use of the elite 1st armada fleet and a heavily seasoned Royal Guard unit showed just how serious TECT was about taking this land. Abusing the civil war and already damaged infrastructure was a low move, but the Royal Guard always said in a situation like this that "All is fair in warfare, so make it unfair for the other bastard and advantageous for bastard number one, you."