The CAS Alien Invasion RP [CAS Only]

[Tarazed]

Population: 1.26 Billion
Military: 20,000,000
Reserve: 50,000,000

Please telegram me to claim a map slot.

[Facepunchian States]

Meanwhile, at the Facepunchian President's current location...

Badassington, Outer Suburbs.

The tank rocked as it smashed through another abandoned suburban backyard. The president looked up, rather annoyed. “I realise it’s rather fun to run over things but was that really necessary?” The driver looked back, a younger man from the National Guard. “Sorry sir. Just trying to get to the chopper the fastest way.” The tank ground to a halt and lowered its rear hatch. President Killingsworth stepped out, followed by Vice-President Hardass and a squadron of marines. Looking up, he saw a group of officials and soldiers running towards them, and a military transport helicopter behind them. “Sir! Mr. President!” A man in a suit and tie reached them, nearly out of breath. “Thank goodness you’re safe. We’ll get you informed of the situation ASAP, but for now we need to get you as far from here as possible.”

Wordlessly several Presidential Bodyguards dusted off the President, placing a new top-hat and monocle in their proper places and handing him a steaming cup of tea before falling in step behind him. The President poured a dash of whiskey into the cup before taking a long drink from it. “Golly good. Have you secured the ministers and the rest of Parliament?”

“Yes sir. They managed to reach the secure areas of the bunker before whatever that thing is hit. They’ve been taken to Nordspire military base in Hjammerfjord. That’s where we’re headed.”

“Splendid.” By now they had reached the helicopter. Killingsworth paused before bordering it along with the Vice-President and his bodyguards. “Stay safe gentlemen. We’ll pull through.”

The helicopter roared to life, flying north. The massive Goliath troop transport had been converted into an emergency command centre, and was lined with screens and communication stations. Despite this the President stood by the view ports, looking out towards Badassington.

“Thaddeus.” Hardass walked over, standing beside him. “We've known each other for almost twenty years. I know that look. This isn’t like before- you aren't an adventurer any longer. This isn't like Nepal, or that incident with the nuclear warhead and the clown car and the ancient Mayan temple that we aren't allowed to speak about, or any of those other things we did together. You’re a world leader now, responsible for a nation of thousands.”

“I know, old chap. And it troubles me that I may not be able to protect them against this. That no-one ever could.” Killingsworth straightened his bow-tie, walking over to the table in the middle of the helicopter’s massive central storage space. The dense group of military and government officials that surrounded the table made a space for him. Looking over the markings on the map, then at the gathering of men and women before him. “Well then chaps. Where are we at?”

A military tactician answered. “We’ve managed to… more or less get something resembling a response together. We’ve evacuated the majority of civilians in the general area, and the regional governments are doing their best to quell any panic, but we can’t really do anything else but point our guns at it and wait for the order. It doesn’t help that basically everyone is waiting desperately for permission to open fire on the thing. So far all we know about it is that it’s big, alien and incredibly advanced, probably able to devastate a city in minutes. Oh, it also has some kind of giant light thing on top.”

“…” The President pinches two fingers to the bridge of his nose before continuing. “The time will come that we will see what this damn thing is made of. Soon, I hope. But for now I want you to send a recon out and see what you can find out from close up. Get the air force and as much artillery as possible together to prepare for a general bombardment. I also want at least half of our non-nuclear ballistics pointed at this devil at all times and prepped for launch at the slightest notice. Until the time comes to open fire the military’s priority will be the people- get them evacuated, get our cities secured and keep the damn peace. I want to find out as much as possible about our enemies before we try to blast them to hell and back, do I make myself clear gentlemen?”

“Yes sir.”

Killingsworth lights his pipe and pounds a fist on the table. “Right then chaps- let’s kick some ass!”

“Hear hear!” “Hell yeah!” “Git sum!”

Elsewhere in Facepunchia, a top-priority military mission is about to begin...

SAM Battery Jackknife-Alpha-Bravo, Asskickshire, Facepunchia.

Corporal Julia McHardpunch was having a rather strange day. She had been transferred out of her usual unit, the 3rd Artillery Observation Corps, to a small 5-troop squad in a special forces reconnaissance platoon- why, she didn't know. She didn't have the credentials or the training to serve in the special forces, or even this little-known outfit. She knew she should feel honoured, as it was basically a promotion, but she was too busy wondering how and why. They certainly weren't famous like the ESK or Highlanders, so that didn't really help either. As she passed under the SAM battery’s massive missiles, mounted in their launchers, she looked out at the red haze over the mountains to the North-West. Badassington, her nation's capital, was burning. That was the other strange part of her day: aliens had just invaded the Earth and the country had been plunged into madness. Zig-zagging through masses of soldiers running this way and that, calling out to each other and barking orders, she ducked into a doorway leading into the control centre. Suddenly someone tapped her shoulder- turning around she saw Günther, the base's silent but friendly Hjammerfjordian mechanic.

"Hey, what's up?" She asked. Günther motioned for her to follow, tapping at his wrist to indicate some urgency. The short, bulky man trotted along, past communications officers nearly screaming into their headsets trying to figure out what was going on. The country was in a state of chaos and confusion as the armed forces desperately tried to organize their forces and get the population to stay calm and evacuated to safety. The status of the president and parliament Chain mail clanked under Günther's combat gear as he took off his horned combat helmet and pulled out a key card, holding it momentarily in front of a scanner before entering into a room. Looking up from their weapons maintenance, several Facepunchian soldiers raised their eyebrows at the new arrives. Only one did not look up from a package of files he was reading- a man wearing a red-beret and an eye-patch. Her eyes drawn to the bars denoting the rank of captain on the man's shoulder, Julia saluted. "Sir, Corporal J-"

"Corporal Julia McHardpunch. I've been expecting you." Looking up from his files and walking towards her, he gestured to the papers. "Raised in Freedomeagleton, 'Murica state. Forests of Facekicking born. Good soldier, well disciplined... except for that one time you K.O.ed a lance corporal for making fun of your photography hobby." This caused a murmur of chuckling among the soldiers in the room. Julia tensed- she wasn't sure if it was because of the image of her punching some guy out or if it was directed at her "un-badass" hobby. With a smile, the captain spread his arms wide, tossing the files onto a nearby desk in the process. "Welcome to Alpha-Seven Recon! At ease, at ease. I'm Staff Sergeant John Captain, and this is the rest of the team. They'll be your squad mates for the duration of the mission. This is Sergeant Miranda Nobull, second in command; Corporal Jazz “The Duke” Jackson, our heavy weapons guy; and Specialist Bahadur Rai, our DM. He’s on loan from one of the Gurkha Rifles regiments. You’ll be our intelligence specialist. I’m sure we’ll all get along swimmingly. You've all been hand-picked for this job, you know.”

“I sorry sir, but I don’t know. What mission is this exactly?”

“GOD ALMIGHTY CAPTAIN IF YOU CAN’T EVEN FILL IN YOUR TROOPS ON THE PURPOSE OF YOUR MISSIONS HOW ARE YOU EXPECTED TO FUNCTION AS A UNIT!?” Someone said with a heavy Facepunchian accent, causing Julia to flinch. The other soldiers in the room stood, saluting. Turning around and like-wise saluting, she saw who has spoken: the Base’s commander, Major George “Loudmouth” Ramhorn.

“Sorry sir, but I was just getting to-“

“I’LL DO IT FOR YOU, SINCE YOU’RE SO LAZY. ALRIGHT, HERE IT IS CHUMPS- YOU’LL BE ESCORTING THIS CIVVIE HERE-“ [i]At this the hulking major thrust forward an young man who winced at the officer’s loud voice and brushed off his lab coat. “-DIRECTLY TO THAT BIG ALIEN THINGY IN THE SKY. YOU WILL OBSERVE IT, TAKE A FEW INTEL PICTURES AND GET THE HELL OUT. IF YOU LADIES- and men, I’m not sexist- THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ESCORTING SOME NERDY SCIENTIST THEN GET THIS. THE PRESIDENT HIMSELF HAS ORDERED THIS MISSION SO THERE. WILL THERE BE ANYTHING ELSE!?”

Julia wiped some spittle off her face and addressed the Major. “Sir, does that mean they've located the President?”

“WELL YEAH, DUH. HOW ELSE DID YOU THINK THIS DAMN MISSION’D BE ASSIGNED? AN ARMOURED COLUMN PICKED HIM AND THE VICE-PRESIDENT UP 30 CLICKS FROM THE E.T. CRAFT. THEY'VE BEEN EVACED.”

“And what about Parliament?” Captain asked.

“THEY WERE SECURED A FEW MINUTES BEFORE THE PRES AND THE VP. THEY’RE IN HJAMMERFJORD NOW I THINK.” The Major blinked and looked down to his left. Günther had tugged on his sleeve, and smiled politely as he dug through his beard for something. “WHAT IS IT LITTLE VIKING MAN?” Günther pulled out a folded up piece of paper and handed it to the major. “WHAT IS THIS!? ORDERS FROM HIGHER UP? LOOKS LIKE THEY’RE FINALLY GETTING OFF THEIR LAZY BEHINDS AND DOING SOMETHING. ALRIGHT, CAPTAIN GET THIS SORRY LOT OUT OF HERE AND TRY NOT TO GET THIS SCIENCE MAN KILLED.”

The major left the room- his voice didn’t leave until he was about half-way across the base. The Scientist dug his pinkie finger into his ear. Julia regretted not taking a step back before the Major began speaking again as she wiped off her face with her sleeve. Captain shouldered his rifle and led the way out of the room. “Alright lads… let’s get going.”

* * *

About an hour later, Julia was bumping along in a LRV-W Ranger, looking out on the abandoned buildings lining the streets of Badassington. They had passed seemingly endless streams of civilians and military vehicles and skirted mountains of rubble or abandoned muscle cars before the city feel nearly silent around them. Fires and crumbling buildings surrounded them as they neared the landing site of the alien craft. As they passed under the shadow of the towering spaceship the nervous joking nature of the other soldiers disappeared. The glowing orange of the Sergeant’s cigarette bounced as he spoke. “Right lads, get yourselves ready! Bahadur, you take the Corporal and get up high, see what you can see. Give us a shout over the comms if you see anything freaky. We’ll cover Doc McNamara as he takes his readings. If you see a hostile, do not engage. Let us know and we’re to radio for air-support and get the hell out ASAP, understand?”

“Understood, sir.” “Roger that, Cap’” “Willco sergeant.”

“Oi!” Sergeant Captain knocked on the back of the driver’s seat. “Take us up there, and keep out of sight.” The Ranger rattled as it drove out of the monstrous behemoth’s shadow and down a side street. It parked in the middle of an abandoned street, noticeably untouched by the fires but lined with half-collapsed skyscrapers. The craft itself was just across a narrow expanse of water at the harbour side, and was so large that Julia had to pan from left to right with her camera to take in the entire thing.

“Ay, Corporal! Get out the 30mm from the boot!” Captain called over, scanning the area.

Going over to the Ranger’s rear storage compartment, Julia opened up the trunk to reveal an assortment of special equipment. While strong even for a Facepunchian soldier she struggled to lift the hulking Mk. 7 Mastodon anti-material rifle out of the vehicle, and only managed it with the help of Specialist Bahadur. Slinging it over her shoulder, she turned to look over the rest of the squad. Dr. McNamara (the scientist), Nobull, Jackson, and Captain were slowly advancing towards a point extremely close to the alien craft where Dr. McNamara would take his readings. Bahadur Rai pulled out his kukri knife and cut his way into the barricaded lobby of a semi-collapsed building. Splintered boards with slogans such as “E.T. GO HOME” written on them in spray-paint were pushed aside as he looked around inside.

“Corporal McHardpunch,” Bahadur’s voice crackled over the comms system. “I think I see a good spot to establish an overwatch. Most of the third floor has been busted open and there’s a clear view of the surrounding area.” Julia adjusted the massive rifle on her shoulder and began to walk towards the building. Dr. McNamara, the scientist, took out a Geiger counter to check for any signs of radiation. Everyone was on edge, waiting for the alien craft to make a move.

[Osphen]

Population: 300,300,000
Military size: 9,900,000
- Army: 3,500,000
- Marines: 2,500,000
- Recon Corps: 2,000,000
- Gendarmerie: 1,000,000
- Navy: 900,000


ooc: If this seems unrealistic, I can reduce the troop size. Your choice as to how much.

[Tarazed]

Population: 500,300,000
Military size: 9,900,000
- Army: 3,500,000
- Marines: 2,500,000
- Recon Corps: 2,000,000
- Gendarmerie: 1,000,000
- Navy: 900,000


ooc: If this seems unrealistic, I can reduce the troop size. Your choice as to how much.

OOC: I'd Cut the population to about 300 millionish, everything else is fine.

[Osphen]

OOC: Has any Civilian or military personnel actually see an alien before?

[Tarazed]

OOC: Has any Civilian or military personnel actually see an alien before?

OOC: No. The towers are unmanned as well.

[Osphen]

There has been at least 113 witness accounts of white lights shining down onto small towns, burning and sometimes disintegrating anything the light touches. UFOs have also been sighted above major population centres and the towers have began to descend into some of Osphen's largest cities, such as Lyon, Courcement and Arienzo. Fearing for the worst, the Emperor has ordered 14 Regiments of Garrison Guards and Gendarmerie to evacuate civilians from towns where there have been the most 'attacks' by Extraterrestrials. In addition, the IOSB (Imperial Osphenian Security Bureau) has been sent to investigate these incidents and the Military has been put on high alert.

OOC: Where did everyone go?

[Confederation of imperial states]

OOC: mind if i join in, my claim would be turkey and cyprus

[Osphen]

OOC: Where is everyone else?

[Tarazed]

OOC: Sorry, I've been unable to post until now. CIS I'll add you to the map now.

[Confederation of imperial states]

OOC: just wanted to ask, are we going with 2014 statistics or earlier

[Armarabia]

Oh Armarabia!! You have survived! Th Nation stands strong, and now we shall rise!!

Claim - Turkey, Syria, Iraq, Isreal, Kuwait, Jordan Lebannon, and Egypt.

I'll post military statistics as soon as I am set up on the map.

http://www.nationstates.net/nation=arma ... /id=358597
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