The Start of Something Bigger: War in the South (CLOSED)

[Miklania]

The Start of Something Bigger: War in the South

The Western Isles are at war. Small conflicts dot the map, superpowers have turned cold wars hot. Off the southern coast of Doppler New Aapelistan has started to create artificial islands for military bases. The bases are poised to cut off trade lanes and seize Dopplerian oil fields in the event of war. Tensions between allies Miklania and Doppler, and New Aapelistan are at all time highs. Feeling pressured to uphold their threats, and fearing the costs of war on the enemy's home ground, New Aapelistan prepares to launch a preemptive strike. Miklanian intelligence has discovered the plan, and time is running out to stop it...

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Thread Rules:
1. Closed means closed. If you are not Miklania, Doppler, or New Aapelistan, or do not have explicit permission from the OP, you may not post on this thread. Violators will be shot, survivors will be prosecuted.

2. IC only, any and all OOC comments, concerns, or information must be communicated through telegram.

3. Stick to the plan chums! This is a thoroughly planned, scripted engagement, don't jack it up. If you have questions about the next post, TG the OP.

4. Don't forget the big picture. There are other wars going on in TWI that will also lead up to future RPs.

Got that? Cleared hot! Lets roll!

[Miklania]

Miklanian Strategic Missile Defense Outpost, Miskolc Island

"Sir! Orders came through!"

Colonel Peterson walked quickly over to the communications technician. They had been on standby alert for 22 hours, waiting for the go to kill the communications satellites. Other Air Force technicians sat at computers, they readied various cyber attack plans and made final checks and probes of the enemy's systems. Aapelistan might have a massive military force, but their computer systems are still way behind those of a modern western military. A well placed virus could wipe them out, and they wouldn't have a chance of stopping it.

Colonel Peterson looked over the shoulder of the Staff Sergeant manning the communications station. A terse message, straight from the President herself was on the screen.

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Negotiations failed.  Eliminate hostile satellites and cyber systems.  Navy on standby for SM-3 shot if THAAD coverage inadequate.  Fire at will.

Peterson straightened his back and took a deep breath. "So it begins. Fire when ready, targets 7 and 8 are out of our range, correct?".

"Yes sir, transmitting data to naval task force now."

Peterson turned to the cyber warfare crew. "Do it."

GBMD silos opened. Quick blasts of fire and smoke broke the dark silence of the night, the missiles were off. The cyber warfare officer anti-climatically pushed a button.

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RMS Stormkeeper, 1st Fleet, 33°24'51.5"N 179°05'23.2"W

Admiral Puller was in his chair the bridge of the Stormkeeper. The fleet was ready to engage, it was only a matter of time before they got the orders. In Puller's mind, the looming battle was inevitable, it was clear to him that negotiations would fail. His premonitions were confirmed only seconds later, as a petty officer turned around from his console and shouted for him to come over and see the message for himself. Puller got up and moved to the comms station. He placed one hand on the console, the other on the sailor's chair.

"Well then." He thought. A second message came through, this time from the Air Force missile defense base at Miskolc Island.

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Target and eliminate targets designated "7" and "8".  Coordinates sent to DDG-801 and DDG-818.  Confirm Launch of SM-3 missiles.

A flash and roar from starboard on port indicated that the destroyers had received and executed their mission. Two missiles, one from each ship, streaked into the low cloud cover, and were lost to the darkness.

"So it begins."

[New Aapelistan]

Headquoters of New Aapelistan's Strategic Missile Command, Achinsk.

Aleksei Gradinosk, Colonel in lead of the HQ of NASMC, was having quite peaceful day. No problem at all in Achinsk. Only thing in his head was the skirmish in South Dopplerian Sea. But, no orders for standby of anything, so he was just sipping his coffee. Suddenly he heard,

"Colonel!"

"What soldier?"

"One of our satellites gone dark. The newest. No sign of any physical problem or malfunction."

"Let me see." said the Colonel and walked to him. Then, alert started to sound. Colonel looked to others screens and saw as more satellites were dropped from the line. Then some soldier shouted "COLONEL! Missile alert! It is Miklania!!!" Colonel was in trouble. In his watch, the Miklanians had inserted an virus to their system and now they targetted their last satellites. After few seconds, the missiles hitted. The Colonel was imbarrassed...



NANV Revolutionary (Frigate), South Dopplerian Sea.

Admiral Izhak was in the Communications Deck of NANV (New Aapelistans Navy Vessel) Revolutionary. He was discussing with other important military leaders like Secretary General, Secretary Admiral, General Vozakov and others. Suddenly, the communications failed. Izhak stood from his chair and asked, "What is this?

Nearest Communication Officer answered "I don't know exactly. We don't get any contact to our satellites."

"Then try another one!"

"No connection to them neither. Wierd..."

An private ran to the Communications Deck.
"Admiral, NANV Dawn of Revolution is messaging us with flags. Wierd, shouldn't they use normal communications?"

Yes, they damn should! Admiral walked to outside of the ship. When he was there, he took binoculars and looked at the message.

No... Communications... Missile... launch... detected... Suspects... are... Doppler... or... Miklania. When Colonel understanded this, he only thinked one thing: That they were in war now, with their worst enemy. Admiral walked slowly, thinking many things, to the Command Bridge. In there, many men looked to him. One of them asked:

"What is this Admiral?"

"I tell you what this is. We are at war... The Miklanians and Dopplerians destroyed our communications and think we would fall due to that. But, we will not. Message to all ships using any means possible. Tell them that we are at war, tell them to mobilize troops and tell them to spread this word to every one of our vessels."

After saying this, Admiral sitted and others started to work.

[Doppler]

WAR ROOM, REDHURST DOPPLER 16:00 HOURS
"Admiral, Mr. Prime minister, New Aapelistan communications are down and we are suspecting a immenent threat to the South Dopplerian Isles."

Puffing on a cigar Admiral Stajan glared at a map of the isles.

"Have any of the corvettes or frigate spotted anything in the area?"

"Errrr not at the moment sir, we still suspect them to be a ways away from the main islands."

"Very well, tell all ships to hold postition until further notice."

Prime Minister Jeff Marston stood up.
"We are at the threat of an invasion, Miklanian officials have adivised us to put a small guard on the islands of Haui and Kilamanjaro. General round up 500 troops I want 300 troops on Haui and 200 on Kilamanjaro."
One of Marston's advisors stood up, "Um sir, what about the second treaty of Thevist? The islands must remain demilitarized at all times."

"Shut up dammit! This is a time of crisis, we cannot let a bunch of communist scum take our oil! If they were to take it from us we would fall into recession in no time! General get those men on those isles by 18:00 hours stat!"

"Yes sir."

RDS. Haui, Frigate, 16:15 hours
"Sir we have got orders from Redhurst to hold postion in case of a New Aapelistan threat."

"Very well,"

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RDS. Haui to all Dopplerian ships, hold postion. Stay alert, hostile threats maybe inbound.

[Miklania]

SSA-21 You Have Earned Your Rest, Somewhere in the South Doppler Sea

"Twelve degrees of port bow, 400 yards."

"Roger. All quiet."

Excess noise ceased suddenly. Sailors stopped walking, machinery was brought down to idle. No one made a sound. The sub was well within the range of the ASW pickets, and there was no way to tell if they had been noticed until it was too late. The Aapelistanian fleet was moving slowly, carefully avoiding the Miklanian surface fleet to the west. The ship in front of them was a frigate, a sub hunter away from the main battle group to screen them from the deadly Miklanian submarines. But this ship was old, many of New Aapelistan's naval vessels were as old as their captains, and the equipment outdated in comparison the the modern AIP submarines that were stalking them. Captain Marrey's mission was to simply scout the enemy fleet, but first he needed to get inside the pickets and their sonar. He could run on the virtually silent AIP drive for a while, but to keep up with the fleet he would need to go to battery power, or even direct power, making the ship much louder. The window was narrow, but the Wolf King was standing by to provide a distraction if need be.

"Alright, go ahead to 5 knots."

The sub slipped behind the frigate, under it's wake, and slowly but surely drifted past.

[New Aapelistan]

NANV Revolutionary, South Dopplerian Sea.

The commanders of the ships in S.D Sea had an meeting in NANV Revolutionary, conserning about the situation. The meeting was peaceful, even though the subject of the meeting was long away from peaceful. Admiral Izhak and the commanders of other ships were gathered around an table, with the map of the South Dopplerian Islands.

"The islands are not manned with military personel at all, according to our latest intelligent data. They are also forbidden to move any troops to there, according to 2nd Treaty of Theveste. We can use this as our advantage and take the islands..." said Izhak, untill he was stopped by one of the commanders.

"Won't we break the treaty then too?"

"No. We aren't an signatory.

But as I said, no military units at all. Good for us. We can take the islands and use them as shelters. From there, we can wait for reinforcements from NA Ground Forces that are stationed in KPod, Kavju, Apros and Sadievi."

Other of the commanders asked "Shouldn't we ask permission to do this from the leadership in Apros?"

Izhak looked him to the eyes and said "They are going to get their comms up atleast in a week. Want to wait for a week, in this big target for them?"

The commander shook his head.

"Good. We have total of 9 500 men, that we were meant to transfer to the islands. From the islands, we get more supplies. The attack will initiate tomorrow."

[New Aapelistan]

NANV Revolutionary, South Dopplerian Sea

This was the moment. Everyone in the fleet were ready, also everyone in the made islands. They, were armed and ready to take the South Dopplerian Islands. 7200 men in the fleet and 5600 in the islands.

Izhak was sitting in his chair, just thinking about the medals that the CPNA and the PANA high command will give to him after this. An lieutnant walked to his side and said:

"Sir, every unit is ready to move. We only need the permission."

"Good. And for the permission, you know what Im going to say. Send the men, and revenge to their allies what they did to us."

The lieutnant nodded and walked to the Communications Deck, going to send the permission to attack to every unit.

New Aapelistanian man-made islands, South Dopplerian Sea

The permission had came, and men were alerted. Couple of thousand men, with artillery, helicopters and landing crafts. Everyone were ready to fight for their homeland, just like their ancestors fought in the Civil War. Soon, from the announcer, speech could be heard,

"Men, get to your landing crafts!"

After hearing this, soldiers took their gear and walked to the landing crafts. After couple ten minutes, all were loaded.

2 hours later. Beaches of the middle SD. Island

The boats touched to the land. The ramps opened and men came out in a hurry. The Miklanians could get to here any second. There was no activity on the beach or in the close range. The soldiers called the helicopters and the heavier to bring the land vehicles. Men loaded the yrucks and bikes, and started to push to the middle parts of the island

This is going to be too easy...

[New Aapelistan]

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[Doppler]

Island of Haui, temporary base 203
"Captain Bester, sir."

"Yes private?" Bester said smoking a cigar and looking of a map of the SDI.

"Patrol shift 19 spotted multiple New Aapelistan hostiles on the islands."

"Any vehicles? How many of them?"

"Ummm, yes sir, there are heavy vehicles, and maybe around 700-1000 troops."

"Shit. Shiiiiiiit... We only have 300 on the Haui. 450 on Kilamanjaro. Sound the alarm get every troop moving to the south eastern shore. Halt and setup in the middle of the island. I want 100 for the first line and 100 on the second, 50 more on standby. Get all altilery corps to set up 5 clicks back. Get on the phone with the war room in Redhurst immediately."

"Yes sir."

Bester was handed a phone,

"Marston sir, New Aapelistan forces have landed on Haui. We are severly out numbered."

Prime Minister Marston felt a slight shock, "This is entirely your call Bester, you make the moves. Order in any reinforcements at any time. You have permission to engage, we will request immediate support from Miklania."

"Thank you sir."

War room, Redhurst Doppler.
"GOD DAMNIT!" Marston slamed the phone down with anger. Tell all ships to reinforce Haui, engage any hostile ship."

"Yes sir."

General Luke picked up a phone, "All ships, seek out NA threats, reinforce the southern shore of Haui with heavy guns and missiles."

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To: Miklanian Fleet
This is war room in Rehurst Doppler, code 024. Requesting immediate backup and reinforcements on the souther shore and middle of the island of Haui.

Island of Haui, 20 minutes later
Multiple trucks with artillery cannons trailered behind stopped. Men jumped out of the trucks quickly unloading and setting up only the 4 guns on the island. 200 troops loaded in trucks raced by moving up ahead of 5 clicks. 4 tanks took their postion on the island and multiple humvees with heavy guns took position. They new this was going to be a tough fight in the rolling open hills of Haui. With almost no cover except for mounds of dirt they knew this would get bloody. Reconnaissance moved in on the outer skirts, an extra 3 clicks ahead of the first line, hoping to provide a better eye for the Dopplerian soilders. Apaches were on standby in the town of Kuala.

Captain Bester radioed in to all troops.

"Engage any hostile threat you see. They will be here any second now..."

[New Aapelistan]

The island of Haui, South Dopplerian Islands.

Major Petrov was leading the attack force in Haui. The troops advancing slowly, but happily, as they knew that no Dopplerian troops would be there, due to the 2nd Treaty of Theveste. Small amounts of troops were left to the path to take control of important strategic positions. But, there was still a big amount of troops. The troops advanced to a small valley. Major, knew that this place would be easy for an ambush, and normally he would ready his troops, but as there was no troops in tye islands exept them, he did nothing. The troops advanced, at ease...

[Doppler]

Island of Haui
Captain Bester got on the radio with reconnaissance.
"This is Alpha Charlie two two four, multiple hostiles moving in to Stajan Valley multiple hostiles by the hundreds are entering the valley, over."

"Alpha Charlie two two four this is Bester, return to base slowly be alert to incase of any enemy flanks."
Captain Bester put the radio down for a second and looked at a map.

"Private Hansen!"

"Yes Sir!?"

"Tell Platoon one and two to set up an ambush at Stajan Valley, I want multiple anti tank crews as well. Send one tank and a heavy gunner. Tell all artillery to set their coordinates to Stajan Valley."

"Yes sir!"
The private jumped up and got on the comms giving the orders.

Artillery line
The artillery corps went to their battle stations and set their coordinates. Their was a bustel of movement and orders. Finally guns were on standby waiting for their orders.

Platoon one and two, 7 clicks away from Stajan Valley
"ROLL UP MEN!"

Multiple infantry soilders loaded into the trucks. IFVs, Humvees, and a leopard tank started to push to the valley.

Stajan Valley, island of Haui
The trucks came to a halt one click away from the valley an unloaded the solders, they would continue on foot following the IFVs, Humvees, and Leopard tank. 10 minutes later they reached the mouth of the valley. The valley was 6 kilometers long. Field Marshal Mathers stood up.
"I need 25 men on each of side of the valley, 1 kilometer deep in. I want two squads of 5 both with a FGM-148 Javelin on both sides of the valley, the other 15 line up along the valley. The rest of the men postition yourself 1 click deep and find a hiding spot good enough for an ambush. Our tank will be 500 meters deep with 50 men behind it. IFV'S position yourself 750 meters deep. As soon as the two squads see a single enemy vehicle, I want those Javelins right on them. Once you all see and here that explosion ambush the enemy, IFV's will follow with support fire, the Leopard tank will stay where it is incase anything gets messy. Alright men roll out!"

The soilders moved to their postiton, making barley and noise. They knew this could go horribly wrong.

Stajan Valley, 30 minutes later
"This is Squadron Alpha to Squadron Bravo, multiple hostiles spotted, lead by enemy tank and heavy armour. Prepare to engage."

"This is Squadron Bravo to Squadron Alpha, affirmative firing at will."

The soilders picked up the Javilns, they noticied that the NA troops were not on guard, tank crews sitting on the tanks and multiple infantry soilders on board other vehicals as well.
One of the troops murmmered to himself,
"This is to easy..."
He pulled the trigger and watched the missile go through the air hitting the NA tank directly on the cannon, taking out the crew and multiple infantry solders. Bravo squadron fired their missle at the IFV's and heavy armoured trucks almost blowing them up instantly.
"REALOD!" Both squadrons yelled, multiple Dopplerian troops came out of the bushes suprising the almost un armed enemy, soilders charged up the valley shooting at anyone they saw, troops along the top of the valley rushed across the ledges laying down suppresive fire, IFV'S moved in firing at the NA troops.
Alpha squadron just chuckled to themselves.
"Too easy..."

[New Aapelistan]

Island of Haui, South Dopplerian Isles.

"Fall back!" shouted Petrov. His men were under heavy fire and their tanks and trucks were destroyed by Javelins. His only option was to retreate to the beach and request assistance from an missile cruiser. Every man retreated to beach, using everything they had. Major Petrov and couple men ran to one of the small outposts made by NA. There was the nearest safe place to contact the fleet. Petrov ran to there and shouted:

"Contact the fuc*ing fleet! Ask missile strike from the Fires of Revolution! After this, take everything you can and retreate to beach! And also ask from extraction of our men!" After saying this, Petrov continued his journey to the beach and the men in outpost sended messages to the fleet.

NA fleet in SD Isles, Fires of Revolution Missile Carrier

"We got an message" said communications officer.
"Take it to Missile Control" An Private came and started to run to the missile control. After few minutes, he came back with negative response to the question. They sended an other message to the main ship of the fleet to send ships to rescue the men.

[Doppler]

Island of Haui
The Dopplerian troops saw the NA troops retreat out of the valley. Multiple IFV's moved in in an attempt to chase them down. The leopard tank moved through the valley.
"Leave no survivors!" A field marshal yelled followed by the yelling of Dopplerian troops.
Dopplerian troops followed NA out of the valley only to be met by small outposts built by NA.
"GET DOWN!"
Gun shots were heard as Dopplerian troops ducked into cover. IFV's moved in laying down cover fire for the troops. The Leopard tank moved in to the battlefield. Firing just one shell it took out the NA outpost almost immediately. It tookk out one more while the NA soilders in the rest retreated back to the boats.
"Sir this is comms bravo to base, NA solders are retreating back to their landing crafts, NA ships are in sight of shore line now. Status check."

"This is Captain Bester to field, engage in targets till they are off shore, over."

The soilders continued too lay down fire until NA troops were off shore.
"Sir this is comms bravo to base, NA soilders are off the island of Haui. Status check."

"Very well. keep small posts up along the shore incase of a second invasion. Check for NA survivors. Over."

Multiple Dopplerian troops headed back to base, checking for any NA survivors. There were no Dopplerian Casualties only two men were wounded.

War room, Redhurst Doppler.
"Mr.Marston sir, the Island of Haui was invaded and we successfully defended the island."
An array of appluase filled the room, men shook each others hands in a triumphant victory.
"The NA ships are still in our waters however sir."

"Hmmmm, we dont know what they could be plotting next. Get in contact with Miklanian ships, I want us to drive them out of our waters."

"Yes sir."

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This is War Room in Redhurst Doppler to First Fleet, requesting additional support in driving the NA fleet out of Dopplerian waters, please get into communications with War Room, Redhurst please.

[Miklania]

RMS Stormkeeper, 1st Fleet, 31°24'51"N 189°05'23"W

"We're being hailed sir!" Puller stood up and came over to the communications station. "Doppler ground commander on this line." The Petty Officer handed him a handset from the console. He stepped away.

"Excellent. Yes, Roger that. We're on it." He gave it back to the Petty Officer and stepped back into his customary position at the back of the bridge.

F/A-87s were readied on the catapults. The big jets had two anti-ship missiles slung into the "tunnel" between the engines. The pilot gave the thumbs up, the WSO grabbed the handle on the cockpit frame, and hte jet roared off the deck.

A moment later the comms center lit up again. The Petty Officer called Puller back over. It was a set of stand down orders from CENTCOM.

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Cease Hostile Action.  Diplomacy underway.  NA not sanction attack.  Please escort Hostile surface group out of SDS.  Puller send confirmation code.  CENTCOM.

Puller pulled out his card with the codes on it. He gave it to the operator. "The third one from the bottom. Call back the birds."

[Miklania]

OOC note: The second Imperial War shall begin by the end of the year.