Pandæmonium (MT, Semi-Open, Canon RP, TG for Info)

[Ekraysia]

(Another short post)

2nd Fleet, Suyang Navy
第二艦隊 - Dìèr Jiànduì, 夙暘海軍 - Sùyáng Hǎijūn
The Master M
17:12


The raising of the defence readiness to Condition Red, and the subsequent order for General Mobilisation, had come to this particular four-battlegroup unit of the Suyang Navy, Imperial Ekraysian Navy, quickly and efficiently over multiple encrypted channels, as per protocol and as planned. It had been sent to this particular unit first because a senior naval officer at Imperial Supreme General Command happened to know, in those fleeting, panicked moments as much equipment was being relocated to various nuclear bunkers, that it was one of two fleet-sized units of the Imperial Navy on goodwill visits elsewhere. The first was visiting in Hamilay, closer to the scene of this apocalypse than Ekraysia but tens of thousands of miles away nonetheless. This one, though, led by a decorated veteran, Admiral Wu Han, was visiting in the northern TMM, much closer, and was immediately scrambled, three yellow and red flares immediately being sent up from the flagship, the carrier Dōngběi Hǎijiǎ, and more effective radio messages were sent out.

By the end of the day, the entire fleet had been sent out as their visiting country was placed under maximum readiness, under full operation strength of four Shan Cheng-class supercarriers in four battle groups, with twelve cruisers, twenty-four destroyers, twelve frigates, twenty submarines and numerous fast supply vessels. Additionally, a battlecruiser of the Reserve Navy was deployed with them, as was the fleet's contingent of a regiment or so of Marines, which would be backed up by Naval Landing Groups.

Their orders were to make for the straits between the Master M and Novacom immediately, and from there head directly northeast and to mantain combat patrols, until reinforced with the entirety of the Northwest Navy, Central Navy, South Straits Navy, Cape Navy, and Suyang Navy. The North Straits and Shenzhou navies would be left behind, but their reinforcements would bring with them over a hundred thousand marines and have a strength of a further 76 aircraft carriers and appropriate escorts.

Until then, all they could do was make speed and wait. Land and aviation assets would arrive several days later.

[Castleclose]

Apologising in advance for brevity of post.

Closaid NFT 3278
Gholgoth, Territorial Waters

"Dr. We are starting to pick up contacts on the water. We don't know what they are but the threat indicators are pinging above background level and that usually means passive military." "Got you Captain." Clunes turned to the Comms officer "Start broadcasting on all channels," the Comms officer gave him a nod to indicate the broadcast had begun "This is Dr. Martin Clunes of Closaid registered Aid charity no.30976. I am talking to you from aboard the Closaid NFT 3278. We are the lead element in the ten unit formation currently on course to Azurian territory, we are part of the Aid effort being organised out of Castleclose. We are an unarmed transport and are carrying medical as well as humanitarian supplies. We are giving advance information of our positions so as not to infringe on any military patrols currently in the area." He switched off the mic "Repeat that until we get a reply."

[Altimaea]

<<System Reboot In Progress>>

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<<System Restart Complete - Do You Wish to Continue?>>

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<<System Operating Within Normal Parameters>>

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<<Insert Password Now>>

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+_Command Insert Interface_+

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ACCESS GRANTED

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<<BEGIN TRANSMISSION>>

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<<This is Khol Fire, broadcasting on a frequency of 177.959FA MHz in Randlemann. I have an updated atmosphere report for any who are listening. The current fallout reports from Randlemann indicate that we're still receiving around forty-three rads per hour, with higher totals expected the further west and north you go. We would have liked to have seen those numbers drop in the past several hours, but no luck so far. We'll have to continue to hope for the best, brothers and sisters trapped out there in "Pandæmonium"!

We've been receiving scattered reports from survivors traveling in the ruins about roving packs of malicious hunters who have taken to attacking anyone they can find. Whether it's the delusional side effects of advanced radiation sickness or paranoia, travelers trying to find refuge outside of Friedrich and Oak Hill should take care to watch where they're heading. Also, the incredible levels of radioactive fallout in the Queensbury region are making habitation there impossible. You should try and move south, not north, because the fallout will only get worse from there.

Of course, those of you with high-end radio receivers may have picked up on the big broadcast last night from Fort Doe in Cullowhee. If you haven't heard the news, then you're in for a treat, Azura! The Overseas Military Command survived the attack unscathed, which means we have our men and women in uniform coming home to take care of business! That's right! We have assistance on the way from our very own, which means that the attacks were probably limited in scope. We have also continued to hear radio reports from the outside world, highlighting our neighbors' attempts to keep us safe here while we begin to rebuild. All in all, a rescue operation is well underway: be patient, and keep the faith!

Good night, and God Bless, Azura!>>

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<<END TRANSMISSION>>

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<<TRANSMISSION TERMINATED / LINK CLOSED>>

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<<GOODBYE!>>

The convoy of 3 M118 Fastback's rolled down the road kicking up ash and radioactive dust. Inside the second IFV Sergeant Williams sat with the other three members of his squad plus the four members of charlie squad. Their mission was simple, help survivors get to the Altimaean/NEMA safe haven to the south (OOC: Sorry about my earlier post, didnt know which way was worse fallout wise. The Safe Haven is now to the south.). Of course this was easier said then done, what the reports of raiders and thieves going about. Hopefully the Altimaean supply drops in and around Randlemann had kept most people from moving by themselves through the ruins. Sergeant Williams Had decided to take a third M-118 on this patrol in case they happened along some refugees on the road so they could pick them up.

The patrol was about 1km out from Friedrich when they started passing into the ruins. They slowed down as the ruins grew more dense. About five minutes later they came across several people walking down the road. The convoy stopped and IFV #2 dismounted. The back hatch dropped down and the two squads moved quickly out of the vehicle and established a perimeter. Once it was established Sergeant Williams spoke up over the squad channel.

"Alright I'm taking my squad to catch up with those civilians, keep an eye out for raiders."

Williams moved out and his squad formed up behind him. They had their rifles lowered but still had both hands on it just in case. The three men, and one woman, jogged down the block to where the people had turned a corner. As they neared the corner they slowed to a walking pace and Williams held up a fist and they stopped. He glanced around the corner and saw the civilians walking down the street, their bundles slung across their backs. He was about to step around the corner when a group of men sprung from the shadows with clubs and knives in their hand, one had a shot gun and the one who appeared to be the leader had a pistol.

"Shit we have hostiles!" He radioed to the patrol."We are moving to engage!"

"Alright ones got a shotgun and another has a handgun. If they dont drop their weapons they are the first to go. On my mark 1...2...3... gogogo!"
The four soldiers hurried around the corner weapons drawn. They took cover behind a dumpster and a burned out car. Williams brought his
ACOG equipped M-19 assualt rifle to his shoulder and put the chevron over the man with the pistol's head. The soldiers emerged partially from cover and shouted "DROP YOUR WEAPONS NOW!!!"

The men paused from beating the civilians and looked at them men. The one with the pistol quickly turned and started using it on the civilians while the brute with the shotgun charged the soldiers. "Shit!" Williams said as he moved the reticle t the leader. He fired off a quick burst which sent 3 6.8mm round into the mans head which exploded with a sickening splat. The brute was still charging them. He fired two shots which caused the infantry to hunker down under cover. The popped back up to see the big man still coming with the gun held high like a club. The four patrol members combined their fire on the man who convulsed with the force of several of the hard hitting 6.8mm rounds. He fell dead instantly as the shotgun clattered to the ground. The men and woman quickly ran to the civilians who were hunched down in fetal position in the dusty street. Blood and brains covered all of their clothes. Two lay dead with a single shot in each of their heads. "Damn!" Williams muttered. Two of the gang members were kneeling with their hands behind their head. Williams and Redfern helped pick the civilians up and check them injuries, all were badly beaten. While Private Scheske and Private Damhurst zip tied the gang members hands. The 3 IFVs came screaming around the corner and quickly dropped their ramps. The men helped carry the wounded and dead inside. They finished loading everyone in then sat down in IFV #2 and the convoy rolled back to Camp Freedom, dust clouds flying up behind them.

[The Naacal]

Sea Fortress Anais Midnight
Azuran Gulf, Gholgoth

"Admiral on the bridge!" a seaman called out as Fleet Admiral Nalreth stepped onto the bridge of the massive vessel. Captain Laelle saluted, then walked over to the Admiral, handing him a faxsheet. "From SDS, Fleet Admiral. INTSTAR sat network has picked up a small squadron of ships, including one aircraft carrier. They are on a course projected to take them into Azuran waters. They are identified as being Wewtlandemese in origin."

Taking the faxsheet, Nalreth looked it over. "Aircraft carrier for a relief misison...interesting. Comms, get me a Satcom to them." In a few minutes the linkage was online, and Nalreth took the mic given him by the Comms Officer.

"Wewtlandem vessels, this is Fleet Admiral Nalreth of the Mu Empire of the Naacal, Gholgothian Western Defense Command. What is your purpose in entering our regional waters without first seeking permission. Be known that military vessels of foreign powers will not be allowed to approach Azuran waters."

"If you are offering humanitarian assistance, we insist that any non-military vessel that seeks to dock in an Azuran port submit to boarding and inspection. The area is under interdiction do the the nuclear cataclysm that has befallen Azura. Please respond ASAP. This is Nalreth, CinC Imperial Fleet of Mu, Over and Out."

Turning to Captain Laelle, Nalreth said "Get a strike ready to launch, just in case. Someone might decide to be a Solyhniyan wannabe..." Saluting, Laelle said "At your Command, Admiral." and got on the intership comm to the Air Boss. In the cavernous hangar decks, Le-19 Solar Talon and Le-20 Sunhawk fighters began the process of arming with a mix of anti-air and anti ship ordnance.

[Wewtlandem]

On the Command Bridge of the WRS Freedom
Major Trent Porter
Classified as TOP SECRET

The Major stood listening to to the broadcast, it was not the live broadcast, but a replay, as all incoming messages were recorded when coming onto the ship. Trent had been in the briefing room, with men just starting to amble in when the Captain called him to the bridge. Trent quickly pulled aside his second in command, and gave him the gist of the mission. His face quickly when from a smile, to a deep rooted frown, but he saluted, and said he would brief the men on the nature of the mission. Trent had saluted, and then walked out of the room, but once he got into the hallway, he had sprinted up the long set of stairs, bursting onto the deck for a second, and then in another door, and up another set of long stairs. As the message finished, the ensign manning the communications station gave him a point, meaning go.

" This is Major Trent Porter of the Wewtlandish Freedom Fleet. We are here strictly on a peacekeeping mission. We will of course submit to your terms of searching our military vessels. We have three destroyers and an aircraft carrier, which we have outfitted with aircraft with atmospheric monitors and other things special to this mission. The destroyers are outfitted as a basic one in the Wewtlandish Royal Navy would be, and are used for protection from pirates, as the course we took to arrive to New Azura skimmed an area that was infested with pirates to try and make quicker time, as we knew that aide was needed immediately with a situation of this magnitude. Please respond immediately with a coordinates for us to meet at so you may do your searches, and we may continue on. "

Trent sighed as soon as the comms officer signaled that the link between the two ships had been cut off. He slammed the microphone that he had been using down onto the small table that he was standing beside. Without another word, he walked down the stairs, and back onto the deck. He did the same thing as he had before, walking down the long set of stairs. As he walked, he could feel the solidarity that was surrounding himself, and he knew that his men would not trust him for a long time. As he walked the final length down the hallway, the ship was dead quiet, and it sounded absolutely eerie to him.

He pushed open the heavy door to the conference room, and walked in. The men looked at him, with something in their eyes he had never seen, fear. He walked to the front of the room, and then, stood on a chair. He slowly began to talk, but choked up. He did not want to appear weak in the face of danger, and he quickly recomposed himself, and looked out at his men once more. Instead of trying to talk, he decided he would try a different approach. He breathed in a deep breath, and then let it out, and then repeated the process a few times.

" HORAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! "

The men returned the massive cry, and the room exploded in sound. The men kept it up, cheering and getting excited. They were ready....

[Automagfreek]

Gothic Northern Command
Northwest Sector
Freekish 6th Navy, 78th Fleet

Freekish naval elements under Gothic Northern Command that had been dispatched in the opening hours of the conflict had made their way through the straights between Elara and Velkya, and had begun preparing themselves to intercept foreign ships which had begun to slip into Gothic waters. Rear Admiral Balian Krauser commanded the flotilla from his 'Nephilim' heavy cruiser class flagship Apostasy, and would oversee Freekish efforts to assist Gothic forces in repelling unwanted company. RORSATS and hydrophones had given Gothic Western Command a good idea of where the inbound fleets were and which direction they were heading in, and Freekish AWACS had been sent into the air to further supplement Novan, Master M, and Nacaalan air and ground based radar. Word had reached Gothic Northern Command that the Nacaal fleet had made contact with the first of several waves of intruders, and the contents of the transmissions were requested for review. An additional shortwave transmission was then sent out which gave explicit instructions to those seeking to deliver aid to Azura.

Attention, all foreign vessels operating inside Gothic waters, attention. By order of the Gholgoth Regional Alliance, I hereby order all armed vessels to disperse and return to international waters immediately. No warships shall be permitted to operate within Gothic territory, and refusal to comply with this order will result in termination upon first contact. Any and all aid ships will stop and permit inspection by any Gothic personnel before being allowed to continue on to Azura, and refusal to fully comply will result in either the seizure or sinking of your vessel. No armed sailors, marines, soldiers or security forces will be allowed in Azura either, and those bearing arms must forfeit them before being allowed to dock. The combined Gothic military presence will provide full security and will assist in the distribution of aid. Unless a prompt reply is received, all Freekish warships are instructed to engage at will.

As the message was continually beamed outwards, Stratosfighter II's from the decks of the carriers Rampage, Affliction, and Arcane begun to take to the air and begin their combat air patrols far out from the fleet. AWACS had confirmed what RORSATS had detected, a foreign and unidentified naval presence that was advancing to Azura at a steady pace.'Supremacy' class submarines began to venture further out from the Freekish picket line in order to scan the depths for possible subsurface combatants, as well as to engage with anti-shipping missiles or even deploy special forces for seizure missions. Admiral Krasuer had issued the call for general quarters, and all hands were immediately moved to their battle stations in preparation for resistance to Freekish decree.

Back in AMF, Freekish High Command was watching the situation closely and coordinating their efforts along with the regional Gothic Commands, most notably Northern, Western, and Central. The deteriorating situations involving Ralkovia and now Brewdomia and the Scandinvans would see most of Automagfreek's attention placed there, however the President made it clear that he was committed to the defense of Azura in this grave hour. Additional Freekish resources from Gothic Central Command were being readied for deployment despite their need on the Ralkovian blockade, to which the Drakonians would be requested to shoulder more of the burden.

[LOVE DOG]

The edge of the Gothic waters, the first of hopefully many more small convoys of transport ships had arrived coming to the United Dominion. The armed escorts, the United Dominion Navy, broke off before entering Gothic waters. Only four ships, medium sized cargo vessels had been loaded the fastest and sent to aid in the fallen nation. Loaded with medical supplies, canned foods, bottled water, HAZMAT supplies and so on. The United Dominion Navy vessels wished them the best as the four cargo vessels entered into Gothic waters from the south.

Each cargo vessel bore the flag of the United Dominion, one of the Conglomerate and one of the Brotherhood of the Wolf. Painted on the hulls and flew proudly in the wind.

“This is The Golden Dragon, arriving in these waters to aid a fallen brother. We are carrying a ton of stuff.” came a radio message over the radio channel. What came next was up to the Goths.

[The Naacal]

Sea Fortress Anais Midnight
Imperial Navy of Mu
Gholgoth Western Command

Fleet Admiral Nalreth chuckled when he heard the Wewtlandem reply. "They have a set of balls worthy of Enrial himself..." Raising the mic again, Nalreth thumbed the talk button.

"As the transmission from Rear Admiral Balian Krauser stated, Military vessels of any sort must withdraw from Gholgothian waters immediately. This is non-negotiable. Civillian vessels shall proceed to map coordinates that will be sent at the conclusion of this transmission. Failure to comply with these directives will be considered a hostile act. Respond immediately."

Turning to Captain Laelle, Nalreth said "Get Distant CAP in the air, have additional strikes readied on Star Eagle and Enrial's Talon. And tell Vice Admiral Enlieth to move the 12th Abyssal Hunters into intercept position and stand by for attack orders. And have the SDS crews on standby, Nukes are like lawyers. When a few have been around, others often follow..."

The Captain moved to issue the orders. As the coordinates for the civilian ship searches were given, Le-20's were catapulted from the broad decks of IMS Anais Midnight, heading to assigned positions 80 km out from the fleet. In the depths of the ocean, the 12th Abyssal Hunters- 8 Lemuria class SSN and the giant submersible cruiser Ebon Abyss silently glided under the thermocline. Nightbringer and Wraith missiles prepared for launch as soon as the Fleet Admiral gave the orders to attack. Onboard Ebon Abyss, Vice-Admiral Elnieth watched the tactical displays in the CIC. "Four more carriers and we'll be aces!" he said to his crew, who cheered in response.

Deck crews on the fleet carriers Star Eagle and Enrial's Talon prepared anti-shipping strike groups for departure, and SDS systems all over the fleet stood in readiness in case more nuclear weapons were deployed. Admiral Nalreth looked out across the bow, smiling at the small object on the post. "Witness Enrial's Glory, Sarah..." he whispered reverently, as if in prayer.

[Wewtlandem]

On the Command Bridge of the WRS Freedom
Major Trent Porter
Classified as TOP SECRET

Trent smiled at the response, and looked up at all of the advanced monitoring systems aboard the ship. He could see that counter measures were being taken should he decide to breach their terms, which of course would be the stupidest thing ever. He waved to the Captain, who got on the comms link that was a closed circuit strictly between the ships, and barked out some orders. Soon, the three destroyers were redeploying to international waters, but the aircraft carrier steamed on. It was a refurbished aircraft carrier, it had no weapons on it whatsoever, and the planes were not outfitted with any weapons at all, not even small arms such as .23 mm. cannons.

Trent looked to the young ensign manning the comms, but he was intently staring at his screen, inputting data that was being relayed between then ships. After a minute, he turned to all of the others on the ship, and gave the wave signifying he was open to open up the comms link between the other fleet and themselves. Trent walked over to the same little table, and picked up his microphone from the same spot where he had slammed it down earlier that day. He had only been in the conference room for a mere few minutes, when he was recalled to the Command Bridge to here this new transmission. Now, he flipped his microphone on, and began his reply.

" This is Major Trent Porter of the Wewt Freedom Fleet. We have adhered to your orders, and sent our destroyers back to international waters. They will be out of Gholgothian waters in a matter of hours. We have kept our aircraft carrier with us, as it has no weapons aboard, and the planes on it are specially outfitted, with no weapons mounted on them also. You will be allowed to search all of these ships when we arrived at the agreed upon coordinates. Our men aboard every ship only have non lethal weapons that are loaded with rubber bullets, beanbags, or are electrically charged. The only vehicles we have bout on the relief mission are not armed, and are only used for transport. Major Trent Porter out. "

With that last statement, Trent set the microphone down, and slumped down into a chair beside the little table. He fell into it, grabbing a glass of soda that had been set next to it for him. The comms officer closed the link, which had been displayed on a large monitor in front of everyone in the center of the bridge. He sighed as he took a sip of the drink, and then swallowed it, letting it fall down his throat slowly, soothing the dryness he had felt there since he had not had a chance for a drink since breakfast.

[The Master M]

“There it is,” exclaimed the sailor, thrusting his gloved hand towards the vast wall of smoke that rose from beyond the distant horizon. A strange, death-like grey, the plumes were evidence of the complete destruction of the Azuran homeland, spreading their radioactive particles through the air. Although the carrier had stopped outside of the stated danger zone, the Most Serene Navy took no chances; all sailors on deck were kept in full NBC gear, all NBC proof hatches were fully closed, and all four hanger decks were kept securely fastened. Merely getting from the flight deck into the bowels of the ship took a full twenty minutes, as thorough decontamination procedures took place.

Skirting the thick smog, a pair of F/A-38A Sentinels broke formation and followed the Azuran coastline. Attempting to assess the scale of the damage was nothing less than impossible, but several such flights had launched from the Atlantis Class Megacarrier MMS Imbued Serenity carried on with the task as ordered. “Call-sign Bravo Four Nine, completing sweep of sector Victor Charlie Seven. No obvious signs of life detected, and thermal imaging is being screwed about by all the fires down there. Returning to ship.” The two aircraft began approaching the Imbued Serenity, where they would land and undergo a strenuous decontamination procedure. Radiation levels weren't much above normal, but no chances would be taken when it came to safety.

Twelve kilometres from the carrier, a sizeable number of transport helicopters were setting down just above the high tide line of what must have once been a pristine and beautiful stretch of beach, emptying their cargoes of soldiers and provisions in a rapid, well rehearsed flurry of activity. Within a few short minutes, close to two hundred Marines were ashore, earnestly working to set up some form a base camp. What should have been a simple, if not mundane, task turned into a troublesome, fumbled ordeal because of the NBC suits that constricted each man's movements. By the time that the second batch of helicopter-delivered troops arrived, some semblance to a temporary camp had been set up a few hundred yards up from the beach; the area had been designated as an anchoring point for one of the dozen or so floating harbours that were being slowly dragged across the sea from the Most Serene Republic. In the meantime, the majority of aid was being shipped to ports in Nacaal, as it was the fastest and easiest way to get the much needed men and supplies into the barren waste of ash and rubble that was once New Azura.

As the first hoverbarge cleared the sands, releasing the two armoured fighting vehicles it contained, several large patrols began moving cautiously forward, to begin the hunt for any survivors in the immediate area. Hopes weren't high, but it necessary procedure none the less...

**

Skirting the entrance to the strait of water between Novacom and the Master M, the Akula II class attack submarine Stricken Desire moved further and further out to the open seas, following a new heading defined by the orders that Central Command had just broadcast. Rapidly it moved under the waves, at a depth of only one hundred feet, the double propellers urging the craft forward.

Four hours later, the Stricken Desire had reached the area designated as it's target position – a position that lay directly in the path of the Wewtlandemese carrier group making way towards New Azura. Several nautical miles south west, a destroyer group consisting of five Reaper class ships was preparing to fulfil the same role. The Reaper, the most advanced destroyer that the Most Serene Navy fielded, was a machine perfect to fill the role of a multi-purpose vessel, being proficient in warfare against seaborne, airborne and submerged targets. The group was one of several dozen patrolling the strait between Novacom and the Master M, and the first to be called into action against a foreign intrusion.

As the lead destroyer prepared to forward a burst of communications to the Wewtlandemese fleet, an unseen AWACS patrolled high above, relaying targeting information to the Mian vessels below; within seconds, each Wewtlandemese ship and airborne aircraft had been given separate targeting designations, which allowed the destroyers to keep their active radar systems offline, whilst still retaining the ability to fire upon any foes that required it.

Three flights of six F-26A 'Tempest' air superiority fighters were eight minutes off station, with the task of taking out any enemy combat air patrols that would surely have been launched from the Wewtlandemese carriers. Interfacing targeting data from both the AWACS and internal systems, they too were ready to engage at a moments notice.

*** TACBROAD ***

 - SROB -

Wewtlandemese vessels, you have entered Gholgothic territorial waters. 
If your purpose is to assist in the aid of New Azura, then your task group will halt immediately and await inspection from Gholgothic assets. 
If such an inspection is deemed acceptable, you will be escorted to Azura waters. 
If such an inspection is not deemed acceptable, or you choose to ignore this broadcast, you will be fired upon until destroyed. 

*** END ***

[Wewtlandem]

Command Bridge of the WRS Freedom
Major Trent Porter
Classified as TOP SECRET

Trent sighed as the communications relays flared up, and he heard yet another nasally droning voice come over the comms, and infected his ears with something he had already heard before. He was tired of hearing the ' if you do not stop, you will be wiped off the Earth ' threats. He sighed as he looked at the comms officer, who was tracking the destroyers, and saw that they had almost reached international waters. He sighed as he saw the young ensign once more spin around in his little chair, and wave a finger at Trent, and then turn back around his chair, looking intently at his screen. Trent stood from his chair, grabbing the microphone off of the table, and beginning his speech the same way he always did.

" This is Major Trent Porter of the Wewt Relief Fleet. We have already been given the same orders by a fleet from a separate nation that is involved in the defense of New Azura in this perilous time, and they have relayed a position for us to arrive to, where we are to be searched. We have already complied to their orders and sent all of our escort destroyers back to international waters. As before explained to the other nation we talked to, our aircraft carrier is not outfitted with any weapons, and the aircraft on the carrier are specially outfitted, and do not even have a standard .23 mm. cannon mounted on them, they are not for combat. We have already adhered to a set of orders, and we will follow them. Major Trent Porter out. "

Trent sighed once more, just as the comms link was cut out, and the people on the bridge smiled, applauding the Major. He had taken a huge strain in leading this mission, and he had yet to let it really slow, and he had handled the situation very well. The people quit clapping after a while, and went back to their jobs. The comms officer was reviewing the history of the comms links, and then he went back to the closed link between the ships, relaying a few orders and course changes to the destroyers, who were almost to international waters at this time.

[Maychion]

The Maychian soldiers landed slightly off their intended mark due to the rough nature of the waters. The ramps to their landing craft fell open and the men cautiously moved up, checking the area for any sign of hostiles before declaring it clear enough for the transports to drop off their heavy vehicles. A few APCs and jeeps. "Come on! Hustle up!" A company commander shouted to his men as they drove a tracked APC off the transport.

"So, where exactly in hell are we?" The Major asked his right-hand man.

"No clue, sir." The second-in-command replied and checked the map he held in his hand. He used a gloved hand to wipe the visor of his helmet. "Well, we can't be too far from base camp Alpha. Maybe just ten or so kilometers off."

The Major nodded grimly, looking at the blasted scene. The sky was dark, the ground blackened and dangerous radioactive fallout was drifting gently down to the ground, most likely due to wind carrying them from ground zero. He let out a low whistle. "I hope some people survived this," He muttered.

The men had loaded themselves into the vehicles, some in APCs, the majority in jeeps and an unlucky few who would be hiking to the camp on foot. "Well, what're we waiting for?" The Major asked. "Get a bloody move on. Pick up any survivors we find on the way and let's pray hard we can link up with another unit on the way."

[The Naacal]

CVN IMS Enrial's Talon
Imperial Navy of Mu
Gholgoth Western Command

Six AS-565 helicopters, each carrying a boarding and inspection team left the flight deck. In the distance, the IMS Star Eagle could be seen launching another six helos. Forming up, the helicopters moved off on a heading towards the Wewtlandem carrier and cargo vessels. each CVN then launched 2 Le-19 Solar Talon fighters as escorts. A Skywatch AWACS launched from IMS Anais Midnight would provide surveilance of the inspection operation.

A short while later, the helo flight sighted the Wewtlandem ships. From the lead helicopter, a sailor picked up the mic on the troop compartment's comms panel.

"This is Commander L'nyth, Naacalian Imperial Fleet, to Wewtlandem ships. As per protocols we are approaching to inspect your vessels". 2 helicopters headed to each of the 6 approaching Wewtlandem ships.

As the helos approached the carrier, the pilots looked the ship over carefully. Observing for any sign of VLS cells, or any other sort of weapon, concealed or in the open. From the troop compartment, Commander L'nyth looked over the aircraft on the flight deck.

[Wewtlandem]

Wewt Freedom Fleet
The Whole Fleet
Classified as TOP SECRET

The aircraft sat on the deck, dignified and beautiful. They were gleaming in the sunlight. They were all Tu-160 bombers, but they had been modified with surveillance equipment and radiation monitors, and other things. There were several flight deck crews on the deck of the carrier, tending to the aircraft carrier, and the aircraft. Of course, there were some areas of the aircraft carrier that could not be searched, as military secrets would be compromised if they looked over specific measurements or other things on the ship. They would however be allowed full access to the armament that the soldiers were carrying, all non lethal equipment.

The comms had been received on the the Command Bridge of the ship that Major Porter was on, and he sighed. He felt as if he was bending over and letting foreign intruders onto his ships. He sighed as he stood to his feet, and motioned to two of the guards that were always on the bridge. They fell in line, one on each side of him, and they walked down the stairs. They burst from the corridor with the steps, and out onto the deck, with brilliant sunlight beating down on them from above. Porter was amazed at how cool it was outside with the sun shining how it was. He looked out onto the horizon, and saw the helicopters. He sighed as he saw them, and walked toward the helicopter pad where the people would make their landing.

[The Naacal]

WRS Freedom

The first helicopter touched down on the ship's helipad. Commander L'nyth and 4 other sailors got out, along with two Imperial Marines in combat armor carrying L-50 ACR's. Walking over to Major Porter, L'Nyth saluted the man out of courtesy of his rank, and then said simply. "We are ready to begin the inspection." The AS-565 lifted, allowing the second helo to land. This also disembarked 2 Marines and 5 sailors. L'Nyth looked over towards the massive carrier sailing a short ways off... "Rather large vessel for a relief mission, hmm? The carrier teams should start their inspection with those bombers. We can start with the cargo holds of this vessel."

Similar scenes took place on the other vessels as the helicopters landed. The team leaders curt but professional.

Far overhead, the Le-19's orbitted, providing cover in case anyone decided to make a mistake, as the Skywatch kept everything in view.

[Wewtlandem]

OOC: Your Commander is currently aboard one of the transports, which is holding all of the troops, just edit your last post.

IC:
Aboard the WRS Freedom
Major Trent Porter
Classified as Top Secret

Major Porter saluted the man back, glad that he had some respect for him, even though he was a member of a foreign military. He was quite impressed by the show of military accuracy and speed of the Naacalian military. He smiled as he saw the men disembarking from the second helicopter, and he motioned to the two guards, the only ones with real guns in the whole fleet, to stand down from their formal defense positions, and go into a more casual stance, but still prepared to do whatever needed to defend their commanding officer.

" Hello Commander, I am Major Trent Porter of the Wewt Palace Guards, Regiment 115, Company C. We can begin the inspection at any time of your discretion. I must tell you that there are some areas of the ships that you will not be able to view, as it would compromise military secrets that are of the utmost levels of the Wewt Royal Navy. Now, we may begin. "

[The Naacal]

Onboard WRS Freedom

"The bombers would definately be the place to start, since the base fuselage is nuclear capable." Commander L'Nyth said to Porter. "I am sure you understand that potentially nuclear capability would be on our minds considering the nature of the recent...catastrophic disaster. As they all walked to the interior of the ship, listening to Porter's words, L'Nyth's face took on a somewhat more serious look.

"If we are not able to check out certain areas, how can we be sure those areas are not holding contraband?"

Meanwhile on the carrier, the inspection teams there spoke to the ship's Captain, the officer in charge saluting and then asking to be shown the Tu-160's.

(OOC: Just how big is that carrier? Tu-160's are nowhere near carrier capable...for a standar size carrier today)

[Wewtlandem]

OOC: I have large modified carriers, thats why my Navy only contains a few carriers, as they are expensive to make. They each carry 50 bombers.

IC:
On board the WRS FREEDOM
Major Trent Porter
Classified as TOP SECRET

" Well Commander, I will have to be breathing down your neck when you search these areas, and you will have to be searched before you depart the ships, as we must be sure that these military secrets are to be procured only by us, as if they fell into another nations hands, they could be deadly to our whole Navy. We will allow you to search these areas, but only on my above stated terms. "

[The Naacal]

WRS Freedom

"You have nerve...I will grant you that, in demanding conditions for our search." Commander L'Nyth said with a slight laugh. "However in doing that you have rendered the need for the inspection moot. If your carrier has military secrets onboard then it is a military vessel! You will therefore order it to turn around and leave Gholgothian waters immediately as per conditions of our Interdiction. One moment."

Taking out a tactical communicator, L'Nyth radioed to his orbitting helicopter.
"Relay to Anais Midnight Actual, Carrier is to be classified as a military vessel as per Gothic Defense Protocols. They have been told to withdraw."

Turning back to Major Porter, L'Nyth smiled and said "About those cargo holds?"

[No endorse]

"....and as you can see, a reasonable estimate may be forty five to fifty five percent casualties on impact." A low whistle sounded through the conference room, but the speaker continued. "In the resulting fires, we can expect another twenty or so percent casualties. All total, we're probably looking at ninety percent casualties over four weeks from exposure, radiation sickness, fires, lack of sanitary food and water, and a comprehensive break down of civilization." A hand shot up. "Yes, you in the back?"

"What might such a break down entail?"

"Well, we may see outbreaks of waterborne pathogens, such as Cholera, Giardia, Dysentery, et cetera. Such a systematic breakdown would see an implosion of most medical facilities. Don't forget, gentlemen, that the Influenza we get every few years used to be one of the primary killers of men. Lack of adequate sanitation means that the number of vectors for disease transmission increases drastically. And I wouldn't hazard to guess the psychological effects of such a disaster on survivors. Any modern nation will have a sizable stock of firearms and ammunition within reasonable reach of the civilian population, and I'll let you decide the outcomes."

The room remained hushed. They'd dealt with such before, the incineration of Lover's Leap and Old Heisen Bay had been sorely felt, unifying the nation for a few brief months. Months that turned into years of painful rebuilding. But no one had seen anything like this, not on this scale.

A voice sounded from the back of the room like a clarion call. "Thank you professor, that will be all. Gentlemen, I want a plan written up to have NukeWealth and Endorsian Gothic assets in place on my desk within twenty four hours. You have seventy two hours to sketch up a long term plan for stabilization, evacuation, or quarantine of the territory. I want boots on the ground as quickly as possible, sooner if we can. Dismissed."


Government Statement

Salutations Brothers and Sisters of the International Community!

A disaster of unbelievable proportions has been set at our doorstep. But, as citizens of the Wold, and as the beacon of civilization, we shall soldier on. We shall rebuild, we shall reclaim, we shall overcome.

Nuclear Commonwealth and Junta forces are being readied for large scale nuclear quarantine, containment, and recovery. However, we wish to coordinate efforts with any assets already on the scene. We wish to be apprised of locations of interest, anticipated centers of recovery infrastructure, and other such matters as soon as practical, that we may initiate immediate actions.

We caution any force that seeks gain from this catastrophe that they will be met with the full atomic fury of the Military Junta. We shall purge the record of your names, and lower your towers beneath the boiling seas. There is nowhere to run, there is nowhere to hide, we will destroy you, and then pursue everything related to you to the very ends of the NSEarth. The fires that have so ravaged Azura shall cleanse existence of your filth, and a red banner shall be raised above your graves. You have been warned.

To any friend seeking to aid in this time of need, we welcome you with open arms. It is only through unity against such tragedies that Gholgoth remains the beacon of light and civilization in an increasingly primitive and idiot world.

Jeanette Vickers, Prime Ministress of No Endorse, etc etc ad nauseum

[Wewtlandem]

Aboard the WRS Freedom
Major Trent Porter
Classified as TOP SECRET

" I can assure you that the only secrets aboard these vessels are weak points and engine specs. None of these ships carry anything military related. As for the cargo holds, they contain fifteen hundred unarmed soldiers aboard this particular ship, only to be armed with non lethal weapons. These troops will be used to distribute the aide. Aboard another ship is scientists and their equipment. They will be the ones to establish de-radiation tents and other things to monitor the atmosphere and other things. Aboard another of the ships is an array of vehicles, all outfitted with special cargo holds and troop holds. The last two ships are filled to the brim with aide supplies. "

[The Naacal]

WRS Freedom

There was a beeping signal from Commander L'Nyth's TacComm. "Yes Sir... I see. I will inform them." Turning back to Major Porter, L'Nyth said "That was Fleet Admiral Nalreth. He is quite frankly not pleased. He instructs all of your remaining vessels to se course for the port of Voordesmor, in Master M's lands."

Pausing for a short few seconds, L'Nyth continued. "There the aid shipments will be transfered to Gothic transport assets for transfer to Azuran territory. Aid personel if they pass security may accompany the materials. I regret to say the Tu-160's will not be allowed in Gothic Airspace. They are strategic bombers in design and will be treatyed as such if they launch. If you wanted to send radiation monitors, there are plenty of civilian aircraft that are capable of performing radscan duty."

The AS-565's came in for a landing. As they touched down on the helipad, the inspection crews embarked. Commander L'Nyth turned one last time to Major Porter. "One last message form the Fleet Admiral. You have 15 minutes to change your headings for Voordesmor. Otherwise..." L'Nyth just smiled as he closed the helo's doors and the AS-565 took off, headed back to the Central Fleet. From the other vessels, the inspection teams likewise boarded their helos and left. The matter was in M's hands now...and in those of the Wewtlandemese.

[Altimaea]

5 C-230 cargo aircraft cruised throughout the sky at 35000 ft. Two F/A-27 fighters accompanied them armed only with their 25 millimeter cannon and two AIM-12X Viper SRAAM. They probably would not be needed but USAF doctrine called for atleast two escort planes per flight of cargo planes.
"Flight 227 this is lead. We are approaching gholgothian waters near Master M. We should hit the New Azuran Coast in a few hours"

"Roger that. I bet the boys at camp Freedom are going to be happy." Charlie 2 said.

In the distance the pilots could see the the land of Master M at their 2 'O clock position. The cloud rolled lazily by as the cargo planes left thin white contrails behind them. Not a bad day for a leisurly supply mission thought the pilot of Charlie 2.

(OOC: Heres your big chance! )

[Rosdivan]

On Behalf of the Provisional Administration of the Commonwealth of Rosdivan:

It is with great sorrow that we hear of the recent tragedy in Azura. No heart can be so utterly void of feeling as to not be moved with pity for those who have been afflicted by those diabolical weapons who, by all accounts, have turned against their masters. By order of an emergency session of Parliament, one hundred billion USD has been set aside for providing aid to the injured and dispossessed. Additionally, the 22nd and 35th Medical Flotillas, with a total of 25,000 hospital beds, have been ordered to proceed to Azura and, in coordination with the Military Junta of No Endorse, will aid as many survivors as they can. As air rights are obtained, civil transport shall bring additional supplies and evacuate as many survivors, as intact families to the best of our ability, to refugee areas. For this purpose, unsettled areas of Havenite Rosdivan are offered for both temporary and permanent settlement of survivors and all current immigration restrictions from the nation of Azura are waived.

[Tergnitz]

“The truth of the matter is that you always know the right thing to do. The hard part is doing it.”

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Operation New Dawn

Onboard the Battleship TICV Emperor’s Fury
Nearing Gholgoth blockade around Azuran Territorial Waters
September 18th, 23:14 AMT

A fine mist swirled gently around High Admiral Jackson, the salty water kissing the naked skin of his forehead as the Emperor’s Fury powered through the dense waves. The prow of the vessel descended gracefully, before crashing through yet another wave, showering the High Admiral yet again, but he didn’t mind. His uniform was drenched, clinging to the muscular structure of his body slightly uncomfortably; however Jackson simply dismissed the slight annoyance and enjoyed the strong salty tang as he licked his lips slowly. Eyes closed, hands clasped firmly behind his back, the left on top of the right, the High Admiral cut a statuesque pose, which was exactly why Commodore Ferguson was so reluctant to interrupt him.

“You have something to say Commodore?” Asked Jackson in a gravely tone, causing the young Commodore to involuntarily flinch with surprise. “Sir,” replied Ferguson, throwing the High Admiral a by-the-book salute, even though he wasn’t facing him. “Imperial High Command sent through a priority transmission for you. It instructed that you be informed immediately,” said the Commodore, offering the High Admiral a slightly damp piece of paper. Jackson turned around slowly and eyed the Commodore wearily. Ferguson managed to suppress his urge to stare at the High Admiral’s face, particularly at the three large scars which had replaced the location of his left eye. It was rumoured among the men that Jackson had received the wound in a bar fight, in some piss-hole third world country, knife-fighting with a trio of local savages. Another rumour insisted that it was due to some freak training accident, a lowly seaman during basic training at the Imperial Naval Academy, had boastfully challenged his superior at the time, the now High Admiral, to a knife dual . It was said that the man had given him that scar, before disappearing from the face of the Earth. Regardless of its origins, Jackson wore the wound with pride, declining any surgery or even an eye-patch to mask it.

He reached out and grasped the piece of paper before gently prising it from the Commodore’s grip. He then turned back around to face the wide expanse of the ocean and silently read the order slip.

Code: Select all

TO: Lord Admiral Jackson – TICV Emperor’s Fury
FROM: Imperial Defence Ministry
PRIORITY: Acc-5
ENCRYPTION: Vermillion
- Admiral, His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor, hereby orders you to break through the Gholgoth blockade surrounding the former nation of New Azura.
- Once accomplished, you are to offload both your fleet’s marine and air contingent, which shall be utilised, in conjunction with allied Solmian forces, in a peacekeeping and reconstruction role.
- Self-defence of the Fleet regarding any hostile enemy actions is authorised. You are not to engage Gholgoth forces unless you fired upon first under any circumstances.

Jackson memorized every detail contained with the message, before crumpling it up in his right hand. He pocketed the piece of paper and closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath, reading himself for the coming storm. Meticulously, he went over various battle strategies in his head, all of which centred on the reaction by Gholgoth forced to the arrival of his forced at New Azura’s border. He opened his eyes and gazed fondly out over the ocean, “So tranquil, so serene, so fake,” he said under his breath. “Sir,” asked Ferguson in a confused tone. Jackson turned around the spot and proceeded to walk briskly towards the Fury’s central superstructure, ignoring the bewildered expression on the Rear Admiral’s face.

“Attention!” Barked out a senior NCO as Jackson entered the Fury’s bridge, “At ease, back to your duties,” replied the High Admiral dismissively. The Fury’s Captain approached Jackson looking uncertain, “Sir,” he said, saluting briskly. “There have been several developments over the past ten minutes. The lead AWAC has come into contact with the the Solmian Division of the Azuran Foreign Legion, currently en route to New Azura proper. We have matched their course, but are roughly three hours behind them,” Jackson nodded slowly at this new information. “At least we have some ‘allies’ nearby if the shit hits the fan,” he replied, with a deliberate sarcastic pronunciation. “What else?” The Captain reached behind to the main command console, retrieving several sheets of stapled paper, “These are the documents which have been faxed through by Major General John Rengal, the Commanding Officer of the 1st Azura Legion. True to his word, he has penned a letter granting the Dominion permission, in his capacity as temporary head of the Azuran Foreign Legion, access to New Azuran territorial waters. Hopefully, this letter should supersede any kind of authority claimed by New Azura’s regional allies, which leads me to next point,” said the Captain, noting the High Admirals raised eyebrow. “The Fleet has just received several messages from the coalition of nations who have formed the blockade around New Azura, usual diplomatic bs,” A line which even cracked a smile on the High Admirals face, “It usually is Captain. Their stance regarding foreign vessels is immaterial; we have our orders in addition to permission from one of the remaining positions of authority within the Azuran government to enter Azuran waters with our military, they have no argument against this.” The Captain looked uncertain, “Sir, what do we do if they deny us entry regardless?” Jackson was silent for a moment, before speaking, a hard, uncompromising tone entering his voice, “We push on.”