Euro Asian Civil War (Semi-Open, ATTN Rostil) [MT]

[Star Trek America]

USS - Cairo
Cairo-class Infantry Transport
Saint Ark - EuroAsia

Americans were never very good at listening; especially not to people who weren't their commanders. Point to on the map; they said; point to it and if you want it sir; we'll take it. Well the Admiral pointed to Saint Ark; and while the EuroAsians and the Eslovakians retreated to a rabble; a well organized rabble but a rabble all the same; the Americans would show them both just exactly how you fought a war. Now they knew that units of both allied nations were scattered and the retreat was anything but organized. All the more reason to go in; yeah? Save as many as you can. Hold the line.

The Americans were not Estainians however; when they spoke of amphibious invasion they didn't think of the thundering boom of artillery and leaky boatloads of boys barely into manhood. No they thought of this; the armada of aerial assault-infantry helicopters rose as one in the hundreds; each carrying a platoon of Federal Marines; the elite of the Federal Military. "We apologize in advance, we cannoy comply with that request." The broadcasted reply was very simple and to the point as the aforementioned aerial armada was headed up by the spearhead of what it was to be a fully modern military; there was thunder alright; in the form of the drone of the jet engines of the Federal Naval Air Force; the F-36 Pharaoh's Sword Multi-Role Fighter as it bombarded enemy tanks out of existence; salvation was coming!

"This is Obelisk 1 to any remaining friendly ground forces. We've got your back." The voice came from the radio out over every known EuroAsian and Eslovakian channel. As this broadcast was made the first Marines began their descent in the form of combat drops all over the city; their Hammerhead Gunships tearing up enemy formations to a lesser degree to allow landing. So cometh the American Storm.

[Bit dramatic? Sorry if it's not what you expected/wanted. Can't see sense in abandoning your capital.]

[Star Trek America]

USS - Cairo
Cairo-class Infantry Transport
Saint Ark - EuroAsia

Americans were never very good at listening; especially not to people who weren't their commanders. Point to on the map; they said; point to it and if you want it sir; we'll take it. Well the Admiral pointed to Saint Ark; and while the EuroAsians and the Eslovakians retreated to a rabble; a well organized rabble but a rabble all the same; the Americans would show them both just exactly how you fought a war. Now they knew that units of both allied nations were scattered and the retreat was anything but organized. All the more reason to go in; yeah? Save as many as you can. Hold the line.

The Americans were not Estainians however; when they spoke of amphibious invasion they didn't think of the thundering boom of artillery and leaky boatloads of boys barely into manhood. No they thought of this; the armada of aerial assault-infantry helicopters rose as one in the hundreds; each carrying a platoon of Federal Marines; the elite of the Federal Military. "We apologize in advance, we cannoy comply with that request." The broadcasted reply was very simple and to the point as the aforementioned aerial armada was headed up by the spearhead of what it was to be a fully modern military; there was thunder alright; in the form of the drone of the jet engines of the Federal Naval Air Force; the F-36 Pharaoh's Sword Multi-Role Fighter as it bombarded enemy tanks out of existence; salvation was coming!

"This is Obelisk 1 to any remaining friendly ground forces. We've got your back." The voice came from the radio out over every known EuroAsian and Eslovakian channel. As this broadcast was made the first Marines began their descent in the form of combat drops all over the city; their Hammerhead Gunships tearing up enemy formations to a lesser degree to allow landing. So cometh the American Storm.

[Bit dramatic? Sorry if it's not what you expected/wanted. Can't see sense in abandoning your capital.]

[Russo-Spain]

Saint Ark - EuroAsia
2015

They were never really allies persay; but they were never hostile either and the Empire understood one grievance that the United States was suffering from. Revolution; Civil War, if there was thing they were very very accomplished at doing it was rooting out and destroying every revolutionary scumbag in a country. Burn them all; that was their motto concerning radical malcontents; after all nothing quite cleanses as well as fire.

Now, they weren't there in force, they weren't there with armies; which was a real pity considering the circumstances; no indeed the two platoons of the Speciality Brigade were quite on their own as the Eslovakian and EuroAsians retreated like cowards with the whips of their masters behind them. The Russo-Spaniards stayed; that honourable knightly blood keeping them bound to death, and lets face it, they'd rather to die standing than live on their knees. They weren't stupid; it was unlikely that the self-styled General of this little rebel army would stop with Euro-Asia.

Still; alone was alone.

"Sparingly fire; semi-automatic when you can afford it, every shot counts." That would be the Commander of this little operation; the irony being they didn't even know his name adding to the absolute creepy mystery of just you know; dying ten thousand miles from home. Still they weren't disheartened by the prospect as they laid down fire on an advancing colum of rebel infantry. "Perhaps we should withdraw."

"Agreed; not worth it to do an epic last stand here. We're on foot, lets try to get to that Eslovak----" The hell was that noise? The spin of rotors; the scream of jet engines that didn't sound distressed. "Radio; tell me some good news for once." The Commander said simply directing his attention to his radio man who handed him the vocal device. The voices next were like angels chorus from heaven itself.

"This is Obelisk 1 to any remaining friendly ground forces. We've got your back." The American's French-English accent was absolutely more gorgeous than the most lovely opera. "There are still some of us left; it is so goddamn blessed to hear you guys!"

[Comorostan]

OOC-Is anyone else not seeing anymore posts after mine, even if it says there are new ones?

[Eslovakia]

OOC-Is anyone else not seeing anymore posts after mine, even if it says there are new ones?

OOC:There are no more posts after yours, mines coming up soon.

[Star Trek America]

OOC-Is anyone else not seeing anymore posts after mine, even if it says there are new ones?

OOC:There are no more posts after yours, mines coming up soon.

OOC: There's one by me and one by Russo-Spain. I don't know why they aren't showing.

[Eslovakia]

I cant see some of the posts that USEA and STA posted Nov 1 onwards so I'm reposting them here if its ok? The posts below could only be viewed if I accessed the Post Reply tab.

by Star Trek America » Mon Nov 01, 2010 6:09 pm: (Double Posted by STA)

USS - Cairo
Cairo-class Infantry Transport
Saint Ark - EuroAsia

Americans were never very good at listening; especially not to people who weren't their commanders. Point to on the map; they said; point to it and if you want it sir; we'll take it. Well the Admiral pointed to Saint Ark; and while the EuroAsians and the Eslovakians retreated to a rabble; a well organized rabble but a rabble all the same; the Americans would show them both just exactly how you fought a war. Now they knew that units of both allied nations were scattered and the retreat was anything but organized. All the more reason to go in; yeah? Save as many as you can. Hold the line.

The Americans were not Estainians however; when they spoke of amphibious invasion they didn't think of the thundering boom of artillery and leaky boatloads of boys barely into manhood. No they thought of this; the armada of aerial assault-infantry helicopters rose as one in the hundreds; each carrying a platoon of Federal Marines; the elite of the Federal Military. "We apologize in advance, we cannoy comply with that request." The broadcasted reply was very simple and to the point as the aforementioned aerial armada was headed up by the spearhead of what it was to be a fully modern military; there was thunder alright; in the form of the drone of the jet engines of the Federal Naval Air Force; the F-36 Pharaoh's Sword Multi-Role Fighter as it bombarded enemy tanks out of existence; salvation was coming!

"This is Obelisk 1 to any remaining friendly ground forces. We've got your back." The voice came from the radio out over every known EuroAsian and Eslovakian channel. As this broadcast was made the first Marines began their descent in the form of combat drops all over the city; their Hammerhead Gunships tearing up enemy formations to a lesser degree to allow landing. So cometh the American Storm.

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by Russo-Spain » Wed Nov 03, 2010 6:41 am

Saint Ark - EuroAsia
2015

They were never really allies persay; but they were never hostile either and the Empire understood one grievance that the United States was suffering from. Revolution; Civil War, if there was thing they were very very accomplished at doing it was rooting out and destroying every revolutionary scumbag in a country. Burn them all; that was their motto concerning radical malcontents; after all nothing quite cleanses as well as fire.

Now, they weren't there in force, they weren't there with armies; which was a real pity considering the circumstances; no indeed the two platoons of the Speciality Brigade were quite on their own as the Eslovakian and EuroAsians retreated like cowards with the whips of their masters behind them. The Russo-Spaniards stayed; that honourable knightly blood keeping them bound to death, and lets face it, they'd rather to die standing than live on their knees. They weren't stupid; it was unlikely that the self-styled General of this little rebel army would stop with Euro-Asia.

Still; alone was alone.

"Sparingly fire; semi-automatic when you can afford it, every shot counts." That would be the Commander of this little operation; the irony being they didn't even know his name adding to the absolute creepy mystery of just you know; dying ten thousand miles from home. Still they weren't disheartened by the prospect as they laid down fire on an advancing colum of rebel infantry. "Perhaps we should withdraw."

"Agreed; not worth it to do an epic last stand here. We're on foot, lets try to get to that Eslovak----" The hell was that noise? The spin of rotors; the scream of jet engines that didn't sound distressed. "Radio; tell me some good news for once." The Commander said simply directing his attention to his radio man who handed him the vocal device. The voices next were like angels chorus from heaven itself.

"This is Obelisk 1 to any remaining friendly ground forces. We've got your back." The American's French-English accent was absolutely more gorgeous than the most lovely opera. "There are still some of us left; it is so goddamn blessed to hear you guys!"

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[Eslovakia]

The 501st Legion had endlessly ran through the streets of Saint Ark towards the Air Base to rendevouz with friendly forces. The Legion was tired from running and was running low on water, the situation seemed to be getting only worse by the minute. It was then when one of the soldiers recieved a radio communication from the Americans. The soldiers looked up in the sky at that moment to see helicopters hovering above the city carrying the American emblem on its body. The Soldiers felt like christmas had just come early, They ran towards the nearest helicopter whilst the communication officer radioed the Americans to request an extraction of the wounded.

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Kiruna Air Force Base

Multiple fighter aircrafts were now armed and ready to be deployed back to Saint Ark, the commander had debriefed the pilots on how important it was to contain the enemy within Saint Ark to prevent any further advancements by the rebel forces. A shipment from Eslovakia containing UAV's had safely landed at Kiruna Air Force Base and were ready to be deployed to combat. Multiple Reaper UAV's lined up on the runway to assist the ground troops and provide recon for them. Armoured units of the Eslovakian Ground Force were to remain on standby until given the green light to clear out any remaining enemy forces. MH-6 Little Bird helicopters took of from the base to unleash hell to any rebel in sight within the city. Now the only objective left was to drive out the rebels out of Saint Ark. All that was left now for the remaining forces combined with the Euro Asian Forces was to regroup with the main forces stationed at Kiruna Air Force Base to resupply.

[Eslovakia]

OOC: Is this RP still ongoing

[Natornic Cultures]

Ill be taking part in this, on the side of Euro Asia

[Natornic Cultures]

"Can this day get any hotter? Im already sweating my ass off!" a pilot said"
"Settle Down Pilot" said Jeffery Kirstov, a General of the Natornic Cultures Air Force (NCAF) "We just got word from our president that we're going to be assisting Euro Asia in the Civil War. sounds like a load of bullshit to me. Now that we are here with the other forces here at Kiruna Air Base, it doesn't matter anymore."
"Sounds like you don't trust the President in his decision." Says Genett, the reporter. Base Command has been asking him to be trained in air superiority duties several times so he can help defend the air base if things got ugly, only to see him decline.
"Well, its better to have it be bullshit than a nightmare for our part, remember that someone made an assasination attempt on our president once before, and id see that as a majior sign of a war from overseas." the Base Commander replied. Suddenly the Alarm gets raised.
"WHAT THE FUCK? AN AIR RAID? WHO EVER IS LEADING THIS COUP IS A MAJIOR CANDYASS!" the Base commander screamed, he sounded like he shit his pants more than anything. "What ever they're is planning, we cant let it happen, our lives are as much at stake as those in Euro Asia, ALL PILOTS GET IN THE AIR!!!!" a pilot shouted. His Name was Cody Amsel. His callsign was always referred to as Blaze. he was a Respected rookie, at best.
"Radar Warning! Radar Warning! Enemy bombers are incoming from the southeast! formation looks like TU-160 Blackjacks. Get in the air and defend the base!" that was the radar warning in the command center.

[Northern Solaria]

"Can this day get any hotter? Im already sweating my ass off!" a pilot said"
"Settle Down Pilot" said Jeffery Kirstov, a General of the Natornic Cultures Air Force (NCAF) "We just got word from our president that we're going to be assisting Euro Asia in the Civil War. sounds like a load of bullshit to me. Now that we are here with the other forces here at Kiruna Air Base, it doesn't matter anymore."
"Sounds like you don't trust the President in his decision." Says Genett, the reporter. Base Command has been asking him to be trained in air superiority duties several times so he can help defend the air base if things got ugly, only to see him decline.
"Well, its better to have it be bullshit than a nightmare for our part, remember that someone made an assasination attempt on our president once before, and id see that as a majior sign of a war from overseas." the Base Commander replied. Suddenly the Alarm gets raised.
"WHAT THE FUCK? AN AIR RAID? WHO EVER IS LEADING THIS COUP IS A MAJIOR CANDYASS!" the Base commander screamed, he sounded like he shit his pants more than anything. "What ever they're is planning, we cant let it happen, our lives are as much at stake as those in Euro Asia, ALL PILOTS GET IN THE AIR!!!!" a pilot shouted. His Name was Cody Amsel. His callsign was always referred to as Blaze. he was a Respected rookie, at best.
"Radar Warning! Radar Warning! Enemy bombers are incoming from the southeast! formation looks like TU-150 Blackjacks. Get in the air and defend the base!" that was the radar warning in the command center.

[OoC:] Read these. It is generally considered bad taste to join a Semi-Open RP without TGing the OP beforehand. Furthermore, it is custom to open with a diplomatic communique stating your intentions.

And finally, don't control enemy troops.

[Natornic Cultures]

"Can this day get any hotter? Im already sweating my ass off!" a pilot said"
"Settle Down Pilot" said Jeffery Kirstov, a General of the Natornic Cultures Air Force (NCAF) "We just got word from our president that we're going to be assisting Euro Asia in the Civil War. sounds like a load of bullshit to me. Now that we are here with the other forces here at Kiruna Air Base, it doesn't matter anymore."
"Sounds like you don't trust the President in his decision." Says Genett, the reporter. Base Command has been asking him to be trained in air superiority duties several times so he can help defend the air base if things got ugly, only to see him decline.
"Well, its better to have it be bullshit than a nightmare for our part, remember that someone made an assasination attempt on our president once before, and id see that as a majior sign of a war from overseas." the Base Commander replied. Suddenly the Alarm gets raised.
"WHAT THE FUCK? AN AIR RAID? WHO EVER IS LEADING THIS COUP IS A MAJIOR CANDYASS!" the Base commander screamed, he sounded like he shit his pants more than anything. "What ever they're is planning, we cant let it happen, our lives are as much at stake as those in Euro Asia, ALL PILOTS GET IN THE AIR!!!!" a pilot shouted. His Name was Cody Amsel. His callsign was always referred to as Blaze. he was a Respected rookie, at best.
"Radar Warning! Radar Warning! Enemy bombers are incoming from the southeast! formation looks like TU-150 Blackjacks. Get in the air and defend the base!" that was the radar warning in the command center.

[OoC:] Read these. It is generally considered bad taste to join a Semi-Open RP without TGing the OP beforehand. Furthermore, it is custom to open with a diplomatic communique stating your intentions.

And finally, don't control enemy troops.

I wrote my joining the RP before, and Im not controling the enemy troops as the attack was saposed to be sudden, ok? more like, black ops.

[Euro Asian Republics]

San Salvacion, Euro Asia - December 3, 2015 - 0500 Hours

Over the past two and a half months, the whole of Usea had become a battlefield. The Euro Asian and Eslovakian forces have been forced to be pushed back to the east. San Salvacion, the city where the politicians meet if Saint Ark was lost in an invasion, was to be the site of an upcoming battle. On the outskirts, at a local school, General Hudson, Captain Tyson, Leutenant Williams, as well as the military leaders from Eslovakia were gathered in a classroom. On the chalkboard, was their battleplan. Their plan was a strategy known as 'counterstrike' in which they would counter the rebel's advance and momentum and reverse it, turning the advantage in the allies' favor. General Hudson was going over the plan.

"We wait until the enemy is within range. Then we try to turn the tide. Any questions?"

OOC: Finally. My first post in a long while. Sorry for the long wait Eslo.

[Euro Asian Republics]

"Can this day get any hotter? Im already sweating my ass off!" a pilot said"
"Settle Down Pilot" said Jeffery Kirstov, a General of the Natornic Cultures Air Force (NCAF) "We just got word from our president that we're going to be assisting Euro Asia in the Civil War. sounds like a load of bullshit to me. Now that we are here with the other forces here at Kiruna Air Base, it doesn't matter anymore."
"Sounds like you don't trust the President in his decision." Says Genett, the reporter. Base Command has been asking him to be trained in air superiority duties several times so he can help defend the air base if things got ugly, only to see him decline.
"Well, its better to have it be bullshit than a nightmare for our part, remember that someone made an assasination attempt on our president once before, and id see that as a majior sign of a war from overseas." the Base Commander replied. Suddenly the Alarm gets raised.
"WHAT THE FUCK? AN AIR RAID? WHO EVER IS LEADING THIS COUP IS A MAJIOR CANDYASS!" the Base commander screamed, he sounded like he shit his pants more than anything. "What ever they're is planning, we cant let it happen, our lives are as much at stake as those in Euro Asia, ALL PILOTS GET IN THE AIR!!!!" a pilot shouted. His Name was Cody Amsel. His callsign was always referred to as Blaze. he was a Respected rookie, at best.
"Radar Warning! Radar Warning! Enemy bombers are incoming from the southeast! formation looks like TU-160 Blackjacks. Get in the air and defend the base!" that was the radar warning in the command center.

Natornic Cultures, until you make a proper TG to my forces and follow the storyline correctly, I will not acknowledge you being involved in this RP.

[Eslovakia]

OOC: No Problemo, USEA.

Saint Ark/Kiruna Air Force Base
The 501st Legion that had been trapped and pinned down in the city of Saint ark had finally been rescued by American troops who rescued any remaining friendly forces. Thanks to them they were still alive or would have faced an uncertain fate. The helicopter hovered over the city which was covered with puffs of smoke coming from every corner and roadblock. The rebels had caused more chaos than anticapated and the situation seemed to be getting worse. For now, they could only regroup at Kiruna Air Force Base. The only area left safe for the Allied troops to be the closest to Saint Ark. Shipments of new weaponary and hardware as well as humanitarian supplies were being frequently shiped to Kiruna AFB for the Euro Asian civilians. The evacuation processes seemed to be working according to plan although there were reports of some convoys being ambushed by small numbers of rebels although none had succeded. Losing Kiruna Air Force Base would become a major strategic loss for the Allied Forces pushing them back even further.

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San Salvacion

General Svensson stared at the battle plans carefully studying every detail on the map amongst the other high ranking officials in the room. General Hudson's plan seemed to look like a good one to takle the rebel advancements and had no objections. A small, skinny arm of a Staff Sargeant guarding the door was raised and all eyes were fixed on him with curiosity.

"Excuse me for rudly interupting but may I suggest something about this battleplan?" asked the Staff Sargeant uncomfortably.

General Svensson as well as the others give the Staff Sargeant a nod to carry on and to see what he had to say.

"What if we lured the enemy forces into a trap away from San Salvacion to a terrain where our forces have the upper hand of defeating the advancing forces? We could also try and sabotage their supplies with a naval blockade since their hardware seemed to have come offshore and are bound to recieve reinforcements." the Staff Sargeant told them.

Everyone showed some sign off being impressed at the Sargeants ideas and began discussing the posibilities of avoiding enemy contact in San Salvacion rather diverting them. Now it was left to improve the plan 'counterstrike' amongst the high ranking officials to turn the tide of war to their favour.

[Euro Asian Republics]

As the Usean and Eslovakian commanders were working on improving their battleplan, an Usean soldier came rushing into the classroom.

"General Hudson, the rebels have reached our outer perimeter."

With this said, Hudson got up out of his seat and put down his cup of coffee. The time for improving the battleplan had ended. Now was the time for action.

"And so it begins. Commanders, get to your units. Time to see how our battleplan will turn out."

And with that, the commanders left the classroom and headed to their units. With everyone gone, Hudson sighed.

"God help us all."

[Eslovakia]

"Alright, prepare all units and get them into position just like we practiced." commanded General Svensson.

The sounds of tanks, marching troops, fighters and helicopters echoed around the city. The rebels had gained enough firepower to strike once again. Artillery pieces lined up witihin forests to conceal themselves whilst a battalion sized combat unit was on standby on the outskirts of San Salvicon.

Supplies and munitions had been frequently arriving at Kiruna Air Force Base supplying civilians and soldiers in every way possible. This time, luck may be on the Eslovakian/Euro Asian said. A fresh supply of UAV's and Helicopter units had arrive to reinforce the front lines. New JAS-39C's and F-22's arrived at the base to equip the elite Euro Asian air force squadrons to the highest level possible. Humanitarian aid was distributed to civilians wherever possible and transports were doing their best in getting them into safe zones.

"First line of the enemy units have been spotted" said a UAV pilot whislt paying attention to his screen.

"Roger that!" replied base commander. "Give Big Gun 1 (AC-130) the go-ahead"

"Yes sir" replied the officer trodding of to his station.

"Big Gun 1, this is Watchover 1. You are clear to engage enemy units at will"

A loud noise of cannon fire and gattling guns echoed around the area as explosions machine gun fire dominated the enemy troops. Fighter escorts soon arrived at the area to intercept enemy aircraft inbounding. Luckily, several SAM and Radar station were taken out making it a bit easy for the Euro Asians and Eslovakians to maintain air superiority. The battle of San Savlicon had just begun.

[Euro Asian Republics]

1st Leutenant George Schwan stood ready with his squad of five M1A2 Abrams tanks. When the enemy arrives, they'll be ready. The crew of tank number 3 in the squad were having a conversation with each other.

"How long is this war going to last? I'm getting tired of the fighting." one of the crewmen said.

"This whole war was Riass' idea. So don't bellyache about this to me." the tank commander stated.

Just then, they saw what looked like T-80s coming in over the horizon. Schwan's voice then came in over the radio.

"Alright. Everyone, don't fire until you see the whites of their eyes." Schwan ordered.

"Copy that." many of the squadmembers responded.

With the T-80s getting closer the Abrams crews got so itchy to fire.

"Hold... Hold..."

"I think we held fire long enough." one of the other tank crews informed Schwan.

"Alright. FIRE!" Schwan ordered.

Almost immediately, the five Abrams fired their 105 mm cannons. Their firing created chaos and destruction on the rebels' T-80s. Meanwhile up above, Usean JAS-39C Gripens were flying alongside Mercury Squadron's F-20E Tigersharks, creating top-cover for the Usean and Eslovakian ground forces.

"This is Mercury 1. Watchover 1, do you have any bogeys on radar?"

[Star Trek America]

Saint Ark - Euro-Asia

The first grinding of metal that came in the form of American Armor was the hulking massive block of steel that formed up the M-5A1 Predator Main Battle Tank. The 125mm rifled cannon and M2-Browning Machine gun were well complimented with a visage that simply instilled terror. Only five of these beasts were on land for the time being, having been lifted by the combined effort of two AH-45 Hammerheads to provide armored support for the American Marines.

One such beast was the confinement of a Corporal named James Wilks; stationed as the gunner of the enclosed Predator he examined the world through telescopic sights, the war ravaged state of Saint Ark disturbed him, more so because the enemy was allowed to simply walk in and take this on a whim, than the fact that the urban scene was a bad place to be in a tank.

"Target in sight." The Commander adjusted systems and the tanks turret began to traverse in that general direction; well more like exact, this wasn't some T-34, the M-5A1 was an advanced ultra-modern machine of war, guided by advanced computers and the like. "Measuring 1.2.6.7 degree, nor-norwest, enemy armor." The autoloader crammed a shell into the cannon and Wilks felt his neckhair stand up. "T-80, it's seen us, fuck take the shot!"

All it took was those words and Wilks depressed a simple trigger and the Predator shuddered as the projectile was sent forth toward the T-80. "Direct hit!" The Commander announced and Wilks moved his own perescope around to view the enemy armor, the tank was devastated; gutted from the blast it's turret had been blasted clean off...To think they were four blocks away...

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While Corporal Wilks and his tank crew engaged enemy armor Private Dale Winters and his squad of eight men himself included moved up a block over from them on the right; hunting enemy infantry. Ambush points, firing points, vantage areas; the threats of the open battle field were multiplied into the millions here.

Urban Combat was a nightmare; it was a place no one wanted to be, least of all PFC Winters who leveled his G-2 battle rifle and swept yet another desolated street. The only thing they'd run into so far were fleeing Civilians and disoriented friendlies who they'd pointed in the right direction.

In about three tenths of a second that all changed when the man next to Winters's head exploded into a fine red mist; "Sniper!" Winters managed to cry as the squad took cover behind anything they could find, abandoned cars, throwing themselves through shop windows and even behind standing mail boxes in order to get out of the line of fire.

Then all was still again, the bastard like any good hunter had taken his shot and moved on, but that was hardly the end of things for Winters squad. "Sarge!" A Marine yelled; he was the forward most person held up behind a car, "Enemy Infantry in closing!" He called back as he stuck his rifle over the car to blind fire toward the Rebel Infantry as they moved in for the kill...

[Eslovakia]

"This is Watchover 1, Mercury 1 there are multiple hostiles inbounding towards your positions." replied the radio controller. "A formation of MiG's are currently intercepting the White Griffin Squadron"

"The Hellfire Squadron of A-10's are currently flying towards San Salvicon from Eslovakia to provide additional support, ETA is 35 minutes. A formation of two KC-130 are currently orbiting the city just outside the combat zone should you need some juice" said the radio controller.

“There we will be no more available air support till another half-hour so you’ll have to hold out yourself as long possible before additional support arrives.” Said the radio officer to all air forces over San Salvicon airspace.

“Please switch over to Big Eye (AWACS) for further instructions, Watchover 1 out.”

“Roger”

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A number of Eslovakian and Euro Asian soldiers along with their armoured vehicles had already taken up defensive position as the frontline defence of San Salvicon. Word of American Marines already engaging the enemy had spread throughout the radios of the allied forces. Helicopters flew and hovered over various locations dropping supplies and troops from Kiruna Air Force Base. The UAV’s based in Kiruna were being prepared for use but the tired soldiers still had a bit to wait till the main guns arrived to turn the tide of battle.

Suddenly, a loud roar of rockets shot out from a helicopter gunship close by the soldiers. The sounds of distance explosions occurred followed by a long silence and stares. Then it became all clear. Numbers of enemy helicopters and tanks rolled out of the dust created by the rockets and the sounds of marching infantry echoed through the battlefield. The Eslovakian and Euro-Asian soldiers took cover and prepared mortars and other equipment to defend the city from the rebels. The Air Forces seemed to be doing a pretty good job keeping them at bay until now. It was up to the Ground Forces to mop up the rest. The artillery systems roared to life and release fired multiple shots at the enemy causing some effective damage. Distant sounds of explosions drew nearer and nearer.

Multiple CV-90’s from the Eslovakian Ground Force speed around the city looking for remaining civilians in the city. Most of the civilians had been evacuated already but there was always that chance of some being left behind. They were there to make sure the rebels never got hold of any innocent civilians. Ever.

[Euro Asian Republics]

Nimitz-class Carrier EAS Michael Riass, Flagship of the 2nd Fleet
50 miles off the coast of Port Edwards - Euro Asia - December 3, 2015 - 0600 Hours

Captain Peter Eustice, callsign 'Ghost', flight leader of VF-34, a squadron of five F-8S Super Crusaders, was walking toward his plane, flight suit on and everything. It was the first major operation that the military was to do in a long while.

Briefing Room - Two hours earlier

Peter was sitting inside the briefing room. With him were 2nd Leutenant Fred 'Spider' Parkins, 1st Leutenant Rachael 'Rose' Ashford, 1st Leutenant Kevin 'Underdog' Richards, and 2nd Leutenant Patrick 'Rusty' Dawson. With them were the pilots of VF-103, F-14A Tomcat flyers and the pilots of VFA-14, F/A-18C Hornet flyers. They were having a good chat with each other when the fleet commander, Samuel Edwards, came in.

"Settle down people." He said.

The whole room went quiet and Edwards stood on the podium. He began the briefing.

"The day has come gentlemen and ladies. Our forces are to engage in a battle to eliminate the Rebel fleet in Port Edwards. This will be the biggest and most strategical operation since the transfer of HQ and government to San Salvacion. This operation will eliminate the threat of naval attack against the American fleet making a landing at the capital, Saint Ark. This will also give us and our allies the chance to eventually launch a landing in Port Edwards. Be aware that you would have to resupply along the way as this mission would be long in duration. Be advised, there will be the presence of enemy Aegis cruisers and elite enemy air squadrons. Wheels up in two hours. Dismissed."

Flight Deck - 0600 Hours

Two hours after the briefing, Peter heads to his F-8S and climbs in. After about five-to-ten minutes of running through the checklists, he starts up his plane's engine and taxis over to the catapult. After fifteen seconds of last minute checks, Peter powered up his plane's engine and is launched off the bow of the carrier. He then joins up with the rest of his squadron, VF-103, and VFA-14, and sets course to heading 0, 9, 0, directly east towards Port Edwards.

Above Port Edwards - Euro Asia - 0615 Hours

When VF-34, VF-103, and VFA-14 arrived, the entire base was still asleep. They have surprise on their side.

"Commence attack! Commence attack!" Peter ordered. The ten F/A-18Cs of VFA-14 armed with bombs and anti-ship missiles rolled in to begin the attack. VF-34 and VF-103 were to provide support if needed, but just in case, the Super Crusaders of VF-34 has bombs for anti-ship attack. Above the enemy ships, two patrolling squads were in the air. One comprised of MiG-25 Foxbats and the other comprised of Chengdu J-7s. The J-7 was a variant of the MiG-21 Fishbed and has noted air-to-air capabilities. The Tomcats begin their attack by firing their AIM-120 AMRAAM missiles.

"Fox Three!" they each called out.

Each of their missiles reached their marks before the MiG-25s and J-7s could react. While this was going on, the F/A-18s and F-8Ss were taking out the rebel ships. The enemy fleet was originally comprised of one Admiral Kuznetsov-class carrier, one Iowa-class battleship, three Kirov-class battlecruisers, four Ticonderoga-class Aegis missile cruisers, ten Sovremenny-class destroyers, and ten Admiral Sergey Gorshkov-class frigates. Over half of the fleet was destroyed, effectively putting it out of action, but not before the carrier launched a squadron of MiG-29K Sea Fulcrums. The planes that already fired or dropped their payload had proceeded to take down the MiGs.

"Fox Two!" called Peter as he launched a AIM-9 Sidewinder at a rebel MiG.

It was afterward that the navy's AWACS, an E-2C Hawkeye, callsign 'Seagull', came on the radio.

"Seagull here. The Rebel fleet has been successfully put out of action. Mission complete, all aircraft return to carrier." Seagull called out as cheering began being heard from the three squadrons. 2nd Leutenant 'Spider' Parkins began to sing the Usean national anthem and one by one the other pilots began to sing as well.

"Oh azure skies and emerald plains where freedom and justice prevail. With courage and strength we'll fight to the end for liberty in our land."

[Eslovakia]

Eslovakia, Ekaterinberg
Ekaterinberg House

President Kuname stared carefully at the situation report handed over by the Armed Forces. The military operations seemed to be going very well but the rebels still managed to effectively cause damage to the allied side. Numerous counter-attack plans had been drawn up but the means of gathering the resources would exceed the budget, more than Eslovakia could ever afford. Foreign bases, high-tech hardware, troops, satellites all came at a price. The growing problem of the MEG group stirring problems in Eslovakia and gaining the capability to overpower police meant more money being spent tackling them meaning less for defence, as usual.

Amidst the time of chaos, Kuname's Presidency was soon coming to an end as he had served his lengthy 4 year term and had no intention of going for a second term. Soon all the problems and issues of the country would be passed on to someone else and so the cycle would carry on. There was no longer much time left and had to do as much as he could in the shortest possible time to be able to leave the Ekaterinberg House with a smile on his face.

United States of Euro-Asian Republics
Kiruna Air Force Base

General Svensson had been running around the base all day doing paperwork and providing SitReps for the senior officials who also seemed to demand the greatest things in the shortest time. Reports on San Salvicon were satisfactory and there were doubts wether the forces could defend San Salvicon and allow the successful relocation of the Euro-Asian Military HQ as well as their government. The evacuation process had been highly successful keeping civilian casualties to a minimum. It was the least the Eslovakians could do to help out their neighbouring allies in their time of crisis.

The General walked over towards the airfield embracing the warm sun and friendly skies. The MQ-9 Predator UAV's were all lined up outside on the tarmac being armed and prepared for deployment bound for San Salvicon. The forces were restricted from being able to fight to their full potential without proper reconnaissance.

“How are the Predators holding up?” asked the General

“Pretty good sir, were just configuring the systems before they’re deployed.” Replied the technician typing away on his silvery laptop outside.

“How long?” asked the General

“Shouldn’t be more than 30 minutes sir” replied the technician

“Ok, Carry on”

The General was satisfied that everything was under control and that things were on schedule till 2Lt. Nilsson walked up to The General and saluted.

“At ease, Nilsson. What is it?” asked the General

The 2Lt. handed over an envelope with large blood red writing saying “Classified Information, SITREP”

“Thank you, now get out of my face!” joked the General

“Roger that” chucked the 2Lt.

The General went back to his office and studied the SitRep carefully. It contained information about the air strike on Port Edwards where the situation was still being ascertained. The General was somewhat not surprised, he knew that this was bound to happen at some point. He threw the papers to the side and began typing on his computer. All he knew was that he was to make sure the allied forces succeeded in achieving victory in San Salvicon.

Kiruna Air Force Base
Runway

Several MQ-9 Predators lined up in the taxi way escorted by airport cars, they all took of one by one bound for San Salvicon, it was time for the Allied forces to receive some real support.

[Euro Asian Republics]

Skies above San Salvacion - Euro Asia - December 3, 2015 - 0620 Hours

After recieving the information from Watchover 1, William Mercer, callsign 'Mercury 1' switched over to his Tigershark's secondary weapon, the AIM-7 Sparrow air-to-air missile. He then got a BVR lock on a MiG-21.

"Fox One!" William called out as he fired a Sparrow missile. The missile met its mark, destroying the Fishbed instantly.

He then ordered his squadronmates to do the same thing. They each fired a missile at the squadron of MiG-21s. There were a few shot down with no ejections. Just then, AWACS 'Big Eye' came in on the radio.

"Mercury Squadron, this is 'Big Eye'. Enemy B-52s are inbound from the west. Assist Jupiter Squadron intercepting them. Saber Squadron, flow to assist the White Griffin Squadron."

"This is Saber 1, roger that." replied one of the Gripen pilots as they broke off from the Mercury Squadron.

William then lead the Mercury Squadron to the northwest and soon met up with the three F-14B Tomcats of Jupiter Squadron.

"Alright! Help has come!" Called out Jupiter 1.

"Thank god. I thought that we were going to be on our own." Said Jupiter 2 relieved.

"Glad we could assist." said William.

"How many are there?" asked Mercury 2.

"We have five B-52s incoming. They have a light escort of MiG-29s as well."

"Oh I see it. This is going to be easy." said William as he switched his weapons to his Sparrow missiles. He and his squadmates target the MiG-29 escort squadron from beyond visual range. As they were doing so, Jupiter Squadron had switched to their Tomcat's AIM-120 AMRAAM missiles and target the B-52s. They got a lock and fired.

"Fox Three!" The Tomcat pilots each called out.

"Fox One!" the Mercury Squadron pilots called out as they fired the last of their Sparrow missiles.

The missiles from both the Mercury and Jupiter Squadrons met their marks. The B-52s and MiG-29s were destroyed.

Meanwhile, the Saber Squadron had reached the sector where the White Griffin Squadron is currently located. When they got there, the White Griffins were taking heavy damage. The Gripens then switched to their MBDA Meteor long range air-to-air missiles.

"Fox Three!" they each called out. The enemy squadron, comprised of MiG-25s, were destroyed. The Useans and Eslovakians have officially established air superiority over the battlefield.

[Eslovakia]

The blue skies were covered in trails of smoke and explosions. Debris from aircraft randomly dropped from the skies whilst the sights of ejecting pilots became a common view for soldiers lying in wait for the enemy force to reach their range of fire. Finally, good news was being broadcasting to all allied radios.

"This is Watchover 1 contacting all forces, Big Eye has confirmed that the air forces have established air superiority. Additional helicopter support is now available and A10-A air strikes are now available." blared each radio bringing smiles to many sleep deprived faces.

Just then, a large formation of A10-A's emerged from the smoke covered skies unleashing hell to the enemy in the distance. MQ-9 Predators were flying low over the area capturing every moment of chaos on film whilst soldiers cheered on the air force. It seemed like the tide of war had changed to the allies favour.

Formations of combined Eslo-Euro-Asian armoured units sprung into action as they rolled towards the enemy whilst firing their main guns. Most the SAM and AA sites had either abandoned or destroy whilst the Allied forces pushed and advanced against the enemy. Blackhawks winched down a fresh load of soldiers and supplies whilst taking back the wounded back to base. So far, the operation exceeded the commanders expectations in Kiruna Air Force Base.

Apache helicopters and the newly purchased FH77 BW L52 self-propelled howitzers proved to be more than effective for today's battle as they seemed to be doing most of the ground forces job.

"This is Watchover 1, we are contacting all forces within the San Salvicon combat zone that require evac to contact the air force now. Helicopters are now available for EVAC in sectors 1,3,4,5 and 7. Sectors 2 and 6 need to be cleared from SAM and AA sites before helos can enter that airspace. Watchover 1 out."