DEN attacks the island of Limnos, sparking a reaction from the Hale Isles, which had a treaty of protection that island. As war breaks out between DEN and the Hale Isles, the fighting pulls in allies on both sides into a global conflict.
- Don't godmod.
- Try to avoid one-liners. I won't kick you for just a couple or if the situation merits them, but give most of your posts some depth.
- Keep force deployments within reason. If you send in ten billion soldiers, I will be asking how you're feeding them.
- Respect time. If you have a fleet in the Pacific, it will take a while to reach the Atlantic and you'll have to live with that.
- Deploy reasonably. You won't all have battlegroups within 100 miles of strategic areas. They need to get there.
- Be MT. You can use whatever you want, as long as you can defend to me that your nation can make it with MT technology.
OP:
- Congreveopia
- DEN
- Exantos
- Llamaopia
- Lexonia
Congreveopia:
- Hale Isles
- Locked Lands
IC:
Limnos Waters
Limnos
DEN 1st Fleet
DENS Yorktown
Roberts stared out into the sea, staring down his binoculars. There the island was, far far away. He could, however, clearly see the outline of the shore, and the tallest buildings with ease. They were so close, in fact, the radar could tell them how many people were on the beach, a feat very effective in battle. But today there would be no battle. Today there would be no loss of life. No shells would fall from above, no bullets piercing skin. There was no defense on the island, and no army to defeat them today. And after everything, this was a relief. It meant a quick, easy, and painless conquering of the nation.
"Stop when you can see them. Ready the landing craft." Roberts ordered, and put down the binoculars, turning around to face the people on the bridge. He wore a long, blue trench coat that flowed with his body when he moved, and a blue officer's cap with white piping and highlights. He had a calm face on his face, and even though he knew what the repercussions were from the enemy if they found out, he was ready. "Gentlemen, I have a speech to give you. Years ago, as you all know, long before the 1900s, this was a jail. In fact, this was the biggest prison in our lands. It was known as Highwater, with it's sister being Blackwater prison. Blackwater prison remains ours, but Highwater was taken. Now it's own country, governing itself. It is a pitiful country, as you know. It suffers many issues, and is ripe with the illegitimate views of Hale Isles.
"We could not, can not, and will not let this happen. Now, over a hundred years later, it will finally be ours once again. Gentlemen, this will be an easy operation. There is no defensive structure, and their strongest source of power is their police force, which still bears Namenian influence today. Remember, if anyone asks, we are a training force. Our troops are in this island as our ships were having issues. And one other thing... if you see an enemy ship... be nice. Don't let it get too close, but don't be suspicious. Gentlemen, we will land shortly. Good luck." Roberts said, and smiled, turning to the other men on the bridge. "Make sure no ship, no plane, nothing, leaves this island. Surround it. Shoot down any planes. Are the jammers ready?"
"Yes, sir. Everything is prepared and ready to go. The jammers will go as soon as you order. We've got all aircraft targeted and locked onto, and targeted all ships. Frigates and Destroyers are at the ready, sir. They'll surround the place when ordered." The commander reported, and Roberts smiled.
"Good. Engage." Roberts ordered, and sipped his tea. The Landing Carrier, or Assault ship, her escorts, and ten landing craft began pushing forward at maximum speed, heading straight for the beach. The larger ships started heading for the port, and the destroyers and frigates began moving to surround the island, launching dozens of fast attack craft to turn the ships back. They were given strict orders to destroy any ship that didn't comply. In addition to this, a group of aircraft took off from the Yorktown, and began flying towards the aircraft in the area, ordering them to return or be shot down. With the jamming in effect, no word would leave. Twenty HCA-210s began heading over to the island, carrying with them six soldiers each to engage the police force below, which would incapacitate them. "I truly am... a bastard."
*****
The fast attack boat bounced in the waters, the crew holding on as she sped forward. She was armed with a 20 mm minigun in the front that fired HE rounds, and the gunner had a hard time controlling it in the ocean waters. Their wingmen were not far apart from them, but their ship was a little bit behind, still able to provide fire support if needed. These ships had just found a blip on the radar and were moving to engage, preferably to push the ship back, but if not, then their Nimrods would sink it, and the 250 mm guns on the frigates could sink it easily.
"Ship coming up on visual, sir! We're getting ready to engage!" A soldier shouted, and the Lieutenant nodded, giving the thumbs up. He looked around, watching the sea, and the air. The shore was close to him, and he could see the masses running away from the shore lines as fighter aircraft flew above. He was watching the sky when he saw a trail of smoke. One of the planes had decided to make a run for it, and the fighters began engaging. In just a few short bursts, he saw the plane tear apart in midair and explode from the miniguns, the shrapnel and debris flying everywhere. He simply shook his head. Such killing. Even worse, perhaps, were the many helicopters heading towards land, all carrying soldiers. "SIR!"
"Alright! Radio ship! Order them to turn around! If those bastards don't, you've got your orders!" The lieutenant shouted, and gripped his SMG, his hands hugging it tight. He heard the corporal radio the yacht, ordering it to turn around or be destroyed, and he shook his head. They were coming up right behind it, almost in it's wake. The poor man would probably think it's a pirating run.
"He's trying to call for help! He's got a hose training on us!" One of the soldiers shouted, and the Lieutenant swore. The Yacht would be going down, it seemed. Or boarded. One of the two, and he wanted the second option.
"Rifle men and gunners fire! Train on the person trying to get us!" The Lieutenant ordered, and the periodic burst of gunfire erupted from the patrol boat, the soldiers training their guns on the man with the hose. The man didn't stand a chance, and was hit by almost ten bullets, falling down dead, bleeding out on the edge of the boat. The fast attack boat got closer and the soldiers tossed their grappling hooks over the side, pulling the boat closer to the Yacht.
The soldiers instantly tied the hooks to their fast attack craft, and began climbing up the rope, their guns on their backs. The first one on the boat took out his SMG and looked around, pointing his gun out. The Lieutenant got up behind him and also had his SMG out, the other three getting onto the boat. Pointing with his hands the Lieutenant directed his soldiers, and then shouted: "Alright! Come out with your hands up!"
There were about ten people on the Yacht, and they all walked out of the bridge, holding their hands up. The Lieutenant ordered the soldiers to handcuff them, and they began piling them into the fast attack craft, one by one, and tied them to the seat with handcuffs. "Frigate F-110, Frigate F-110, come in. We need a towing operation ASAP. Subject's a small Yacht... Looks expensive."
*****
High above the island the helicopters flew, diving down towards each and every police department. There was just one helicopter for each building, which was probably too much. The soldiers could take each one, and most of them didn't have anyone in them. In with the attacking wave was the SS. With Rogers at the lead. They were ordered to secure each and every armory, police station, etc., to ensure complete take over.
"Attention Limnos Police. Attention Limnos Police. Surrender now or be destroyed." Rogers ordered over megaphone, and watched the police station he was hovering over. It was the largest one, and the center of all operations for the Island City. It also included the SWAT and Riot Police, which would be very annoying if the issue came to light. Turning around to the pilot, he mentioned "Any response?"
"No... Not-" The pilot was about to respond, when a burst of SMG fire pierced the air. The police had open fired on them. The helicopter swerved to dodge the rounds, and Rogers slammed the door open, ordering the gunners to their positions. The soldiers instantly ran to the two .50s, and began manning them. Rogers and his men put on their jump harnesses, and held on, waiting for the moment. The light turned red, then green, and the men jumped forward, their harnesses attached to a cable which let them descend rather fast, then jerked, releasing the soldiers onto the ground.
"Open fire! Kill anyone who doesn't surrender!" Rogers ordered, and raised his LG-A1, picking out targets with his laser and holo sights as he dove behind cars for cover. The .50 MG was above, barking down tracer rounds like pebbles, slamming into the chests of the officers who hid in the building. The SS Squadron tossed smoke grenades, rushing forward in the cover before tossing a flash bang into the room, waiting a second before it flashed then running in.
*****
"Admiral Roberts, sir?" A captain asked, and Roberts turned around to face the Captain. "We've received the reports from the troops on the ground. The entire island has surrendered to us, sir. The Police stations have surrendered, and we lost no men from the operation."
"Very good. Commence the operation. Order each and every government official, soldier, and police officer detained. Set up a provisional government with a General. Alert Homeland we have secured the objective. Alert 2nd Fleet that they may proceed with Hale Isles as soon as they feel the need."