DEN-Secoritan Conflict(MT, IC, Semi-Open)

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

OOC

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Plot

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.

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Rules

• 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.

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Map

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Participants

OP:

• Congreveopia

Co-ops:

• DEN
• Exantos
• Llamaopia

Regular:

• Lexonia

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Puppets

Congreveopia:

• Hale Isles

Exantos:

• 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."

[Lexonia]

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[Locked Lands]

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[Llamaopia]

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[Hale Isles]

The Capital of The Hale Isles, Lesterville, Presidential Building:

“Chief of Staff here to see you.” said an intercom on the President’s desk. She sighed and asked him to be sent in.

“Is this urgent, Hyder?” asked the President, as her Chief of Staff walked into her office, carrying a tablet as usual “I have a bunch of issues here to decide on.”

“I have no idea.” said Hyder, walking over. “It’s probably nothing, but we’re going to need an official statement on this before the media gets wind of it and has a field day. We lost contact with Limnos.”

“What?” said the President, looking up from her desk, mildly annoyed at the trivial interruption “Did the satilite get hit by a piece of space debris or something? What has their government said?”

“Nothing.” said Hyder “That’s the point. We lost contact. The satellite link, UHF radio, ATC chatter, everything. We lost all methods of communication with the island almost simultaneously.”

“Oh.” said the President, grasping the implications of the situation “That’s unprecedented, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” said Hyder “Once the media catches wind of this, their speculation machine will go through the roof. We need to make a statement before that happens.”

“Okay.” said the President “We, uh... hope that this is nothing more than a minor technical problem, but will work to our fullest to help restore communications to our allied nation. Is that good?”

“Sounds fine.” said Hyder “I’ll have the writers touch it up and then give it to the Press Secretary. So what do we want to actually do in order to restore communications?”

“I assume you have a recommendation.” said the President “You always seem to.”

“Well it is my job to gather together everyone’s recommendations and present them.” said Hyder. “Anyways, the Eighth Ship Flotilla is in the area: slightly over five hundred kilometers away. Their Sea King helicopters can make the flight to Limnos with fuel to spare.”

“I know it’s your job, and you do it well.” said the President, regretting her previous comment as it gave the wrong message “I’ll talk to the Navy, you get the press in line.”

HIDF Vanquisher, near Limnos:

“Missionary one, this is Throne: updated orders.” said the radio, as the helicopter pilot went through his checklist.

“Missionary one; go ahead Throne.” replied the pilot, pausing to listen.

“Missionary one, Throne advises that you will not have any additional passengers on this trip.” said the radio “They’re going to get teams ready on the second Sea King, but you’ll just be figuring out what happened.”

“Missionary one reads ‘no additional passengers’, Throne.” said the pilot, glancing over to see that his copilot had heard.

“Redback correct, Missionary one.” said the radio “You have your complete orders now. Contact ATC at your leisure.”

“Missionary one is switching to ATC frequency.” said the pilot, gesturing to his copilot to do the switch “Have a nice day, Throne.”

The copilot switched the radio over. They could still hear Throne, of course, if it had a message for them, they were just talking to the destroyer’s air traffic control now. The two crewmen in the back signaled that they were ready, and the pilot completed his checklist.

“Missionary one to tower, ready for takeoff, departing to the South.” said the pilot, grabbing the collective.

“Cleared for takeoff Missionary one, departure to the South approved.” said the radio.

“Cleared for takeoff, Missionary one.” read back the pilot, as he pulled up on the collective and the helicopter rose off the deck. It was a fine day with not a storm in sight, and the entire fleet was utterly mystified as to how Limnos could have suddenly gone silent. The helicopter quickly overtook the fleet and began the four hour flight to Limnos while the Eighth Ship Flotilla followed much more slowly behind.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

Limnos Island
Limnos
DEN Command Center

"Report of the day, sir." A soldier reported in, saluting as he opened the door of the room, walking into the room where Roberts was situated. He had in his hand a set of reports for the Admiral, who was acting as the officer in command of the situation. "We've started construction of the OTH radar system that you wanted in place, as well as the bunker systems that would dot the landscape. We have two division on full duty, one day, one night, working round the clock. The trench systems have already been constructed, and we've managed to create numerous 'hidden' bunkers for MG emplacements on the beach. To the naked eye, and satellite, they don't look like bunkers, as they're built directly into the beach itself. No one is allowed onto the beach at this time, as it has been mined. Now, we can electrically disarm the mines for people to move around freely, but no digging will be done.

"We've managed to get the Ballistic missile, SAM, and AShBM platforms onto the island, and just began setting up the TEL around the city. We've already started working on a missile silo for each one of them, as well as a coherent defense system. So far, we've established makeshift radar stations, and started the Interceptor program. So far, we've completely enveloped the island in the Interceptor Defense system. Nothing can get in, sir."

"And what of the aircraft? I'm assuming we've begun establishing a coherent aircraft platform?" Roberts asked, and the soldier nodded, handing him the report. "It's all in here, I assume?"

"Yes, sir. This will, however, take a long time to complete. We will, however, be able to make this entire island a massive fortress. If given time, money, and manpower." The soldier replied, and stood at attention waiting for the order from the Admiral.

"Good job, soldier. Anything else?"

"Yes, Sir. Just recently, radar detected a helicopter approaching from five hundred clicks out. We sent an AWACs team to investigate with passive systems and they discovered a three warship fleet, which is undeniably the source of the chopper. It confirmed the Satellite images from before. I believe they were sent to investigate the disappearance of the island, which, I assume, is probably going to spark interest back in Hale Isle." The soldier replied, and Roberts stroked his chin for a little bit. He knew that this position was very, very important for the Army, as it was a supply point in case they needed to invade, which they would.

"Very well. Target the three ships with the Valkyrie ER. It should be enough. Two per ship, and make sure they don't get anything out. If planned correctly, the ships should be sunk instantly. Have one target the bridge, and one target the middle. That should take out the ships." Roberts replied, and waited for a second, thinking to himself. "Shoot down the helicopter, then send two patrol boats to check for survivors. Keep a tab on the three ships, and watch them carefully. Got that? Get two frigates and a cruiser ready to engage if needed, and send an air squadron to check the damage."

"Yes, sir!" The soldier saluted, and left the room, closing the door behind him. Roberts turned to the screen in front of him, and watched the radar screen being live fed to him by the satellites, AWACS, and ships. He had an IMMENSE radar screen, capable of seeing anything that tried to enter his area. He also had an exact position of every ship, plane, base, etc.. Anything of importance he knew. And he knew a lot.

The satellite feed also helped him locate the enemy ships, which he could tell were moving a little bit away, but it didn't matter. He took note when six Valkyrie ERs were launched from their land cells, taking to the skies to destroy the three warships far off. Two SAM-2s were also launched from the Arrogance, a missile battleship specializing in medium to very long range engagements.

The AShMs took to the skies relatively quick, and immediately began their sea skimming operation at high subsonic speeds, it's wings springing out of their holds and giving it the balance it needed to fly correctly. On the other hand, the SAMs began speeding up to Mach 3.4, heading right for the enemy helicopter. The AShM didn't even appear on radar: neither surface nor AWACS detected it. The SAM, however, appeared on the radar, and was shown heading right for the enemy aircraft.

He also watched five aircraft gearing up for an encounter with an enemy ship fleet, readying their craft for engagement. There was one carrier bomber, as well as four CF-209 packers, the carrier bomber loaded with anti ship missiles and bombs, and the Packers loaded with a mixed amount, to be use that there were no aircraft making it out.

"A swift battle..." Roberts murmured to himself. He had to get the 2nd Fleet ready now.

[Hale Isles]

Missionary One, en-route to Limnos:

“Hey, Missionary One this is Throne.” said the radio.

“Go ahead, Throne.” said the pilot “We hear you loud and clear, no comms blackout for us yet.”

“OrbSAT Aurora just climbed the horizon where we are, and command let Platypus tune to that satellite and broadcast the World Service News to the fleet.” said the radio “We can patch you in as well if you’d like.”

“Sure.” said the pilot “Right here we have ocean, ocean, and ocean, with a chance of ocean to keep us occupied, so go ahead.”

“Coming up.” said the radio “I’ll feed it to you on the ATC channel, you just call on this channel if you need anything.”

“Roger that.” said the pilot “Switching the active to ATC.”

He reached down and changed the radios over so they were listening on the air traffic control frequency. After a few seconds, their handler aboard HIDF Vanquisher got the radio relaying the communication from OrbSAT Aurora, and the news began playing. The quality wasn’t great, as the signal was going from the broadcasting house, up to the OrbSAT constellation, down through OrbSAT Aurora to the Northern Pacific, into HIDF Platypus, to HIDF Vanquisher, and finally from there to their Sea King helicopter. Despite the roundabout route, though, the four people aboard the helicopter could still hear the late-night broadcast from the other side of the world.

“...debates continue on the size of the military in Saint Achelle, an oil tanker was involved in a collision in-port but first indications suggest its hull was not breached, a small island in the Pacific called ‘Limnos’ has stopped communicating with the outside world, and the search continues for the perpetrators of the attack on the Noble Giant Oil Rig in the Hale Isles. All this and more, right here, from the World Service. But first a bulletin of the latest news: In a statement by the government of the Hale Isles today, the President’s Press Secretary said that the government was unsure of the cause of the communications loss with Limnos at this time, but that the Navy had dispatched a helicopter to investigate-”

“Holy crap, that’s us.” said the copilot “They’re talking about us on the World Service.”

“Well, the mentioned us in passing.” said the pilot with a chuckle. “I know that I’m going to get a recording of that through.”

“-and they offer their greatest hopes that this is only a minor technical problem.” continued the World Service anchor “Meanwhile, the Congreveopian telecom company that manages communication with the island stated that the satellite PITSE-3, currently servicing the island, is responding normally to diagnostics by control, and shows no signs of damage. They are going to try to establish contact via PITSE-1 as soon as it has line-of-sight with the island, in about one hour, and if they succeed, they will move the reserve PITSE-5 to cover for PITSE-3 until it can be restored to full operational capability. No word thus far on whether the island can be reached by ultra-high-frequency radio-”

“You know, I was planning on becoming an astronaut once.” said one of the crewmen in back “It’s part of the reason I joined the navy. I still might eventually; this satellite trouble is exactly the sort of story that paints space as one massive unexplored frontier for mankind to conquer.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” said the pilot “This bird is complicated enough for me, though. Doubt I’d do well with no gravity and ten thousand different thrusters.”

“Well, I’m not going to fly the spaceship.” said the crewman “I’ll just do sensors like I do here, and maybe some stuff with test tubes and beakers.”

“You don’t need beakers in space.” said the copilot, sarcastically “You just let the liquids float in little balls, and bump one ball into another when you want them to mix.”

“No, no.” said the other crewman, continuing the sarcasm “It’s all robotic arms that are specially made to bump liquid balls safely and precisely without risking human lives. In fact-”

He was cut off by a shrill alarm. Although the four humans inside had been chatting distractedly, the AN/AAR-47 missile warning system had maintained a continual vigil for any threats, and now it had seen one. It’s infrared sensors noticed the heat of the two missiles, and in the blink of an eye had looked and evaluated the threat, checking the spectral bypass, shape, size, strength, and Δ-brightness. It compiled the results, checked them against its databank, and knew it had spotted real missiles . Then it sounded the alarm.

The pilot and the copilot were instantly acting. Missile-defense was not a major aspect of training, but they still had a plan for what to do. The pilot pulled the collective to full, and instantly began an evasive turn. The copilot meanwhile switched the radio back to Throne, and began calling for support.

But the helicopter was old. And its systems were old. And it had seen the missiles too late. Maybe if the missiles had been IR guided, the helicopter’s flares would have fooled them. Maybe if the radio had already been set to Throne’s frequency, the copilot would have had time. Neither of those scenarios were reality, though. The first missile detonated five feet in front of the cockpit, the second struck the tail and exploded. Either blast could have killed the helicopter. Together, they shredded it.

HIDF Vanquisher, heading towards Limnos:

“Throne! We-*ASKPZT*”

The noise instantly jerked the sailor out of his daydream. He shoved away the tablet that was displaying a slowly scrolling text version of the World Service.

“Missionary One, please repeat your last.” he said, forcing himself to remain calm. His heart rate climbed as he heard only heard static in reply.

“MIssionary One, please repeat.” he said more forcefully “I did not hear your last transmission.”

The thought that something might have happened to them began to worm its way into his mind as he waited with no reply. It was his job to talk with the helicopters on non-combat missions, and he knew everyone aboard Missionary One well.

“Missionary One!” he said “Confirm that you are receiving!”

Still nothing. He stood up and took off his headset.

“Sir, I’ve lost contact with Missionary One.” he said to the first officer, who was the highest ranking person on the bridge.

“I’ll get comms to look into that.” said the first officer “Pull their last transmission, and get it ready to play to the captain.”

Comms failed to contact Missionary One. The captain listened to the copilot’s panicked half-second of transmission. The captain went to the commodore. The commodore listened to the copilot’s last transmission. He talked with the three captains. And then he made a fateful decision.

“Order all ships to maintain passive sensing only.” he said “All anti-missile defences are to be brought to a two-minute standby mode but not armed. Continue on course, and keep trying to reestablish contact with Missionary One.”

The Eighth Ship Flotilla, shortly thereafter:

The flotilla detected the missiles eventually, of course. The missiles could hardly make it all the way unseen, but with no active sensors, the detection barely made it in time for fully active-anti missile systems to intervene. And it came far too late for missile defence systems on a two-minute standby. A few sailors on each ship saw an alert flash up on their computers, but the fastest of them barely had time to turn in his chair and began calling his captain over for orders. When Vanquisher exploded that most of the flotilla became aware, not that there was any time left to act. The destroyer was the second largest ship in The Hale Isles’s navy, but its armor was nothing to the enemy missiles. The bridge was obliterated in the first blast, and the ship was critically damaged. The second missile hit less than a second later and failed to bisect the ship, but still did enough damage that physics would tear the five thousand ton machine apart on its way down. The frigate was hit next, and the missiles succeeded this time where they had failed against Vengeance, as Platypus was not only sunk, but split into two pieces, both of which which would fill with water quickly and vanish beneath the waves. Gier was the final ship hit. It was only a quarter the size of the frigate, and a fifth the size of the destroyer. The other ships were sunk by the missiles. Gier was obliterated. It could not truly be called split, because the middle of it had not been torn, it had been vanished in a blast of energy, leaving only small pieces, and a large chunk of the bow to sink beneath the waves.

Lesterville, five minutes later:

“Please be seated.” said President Anita Morgan as she walked out into the press briefing room of the Presidential Building, and everyone rose and applauded. She reached the podium, and began speaking.

“My fellow Halians, it is with the greatest concern that I address you today regarding the events around Limnos. As you may already have heard, contact with the island was lost about two hours ago, and we dispatched the Eighth Ship Flotilla to investigate, with one of their helicopters going ahead to figure out what happened as soon as possible. Unfortunately, we lost contact with that helicopter just over half an hour ago. Despite their best efforts, the Eighth Ship Flotilla had not restored communications with the helicopter when they too lost communications five minutes ago. Now, I would like to ask the international community for aid. We have no more assets in the area, (OOC: she is lying, and she knows it. There is a submarine there that is still fine.) and we need to discover the cause of this and fix this problem with all possible speed. Thank you.”

Message to all members of RavenForce, sent at the same time:

Encryption: HIGH

It is the strong belief of the Hale Isles that the Eighth Ship Flotilla was destroyed by hostile military action, as no other possible explanation presents itself. We therefore request your support in bringing to justice whoever did this, but also urge caution against an enemy that we have not yet identified. We have a Kilo class submarine still in the area that will attempt to discover more, and any support that could be offered would be greatly appreciated.

[Llamaopia]

Message to all members of RavenForce, sent at the same time:

Encryption: HIGH

It is the strong belief of the Hale Isles that the Eighth Ship Flotilla was destroyed by hostile military action, as no other possible explanation presents itself. We therefore request your support in bringing to justice whoever did this, but also urge caution against an enemy that we have not yet identified. We have a Kilo class submarine still in the area that will attempt to discover more, and any support that could be offered would be greatly appreciated.

Babylon Llama: 0200 Hours Station time: Emergency Cabinet Meeting

"We just got this message from Hale Isles. They expect a hostile military force has taken Limnos and sunk the Eighth Ship Flotilla." Said President Clark.

"LlamaPrime, is there any nation that would have motivation to attack a small island like Limnos?"

"I'll start digging," LlamaPrime replied.

"We have Cats 1 and 2 in the area as well as the 1st roaming sub fleet. The next direct communication times are within the next day," Said John Smith, Secretary of Defense.

"Send in Cat 1 for reconnaissance. Have Cat 2 stay a bit further back for backup if necessary. Tell the 1st roaming to prep for battle and stay as stealthy as possible."

"LlamaPrime, can you dispatch the messages?"

"Yes sir."

30 minutes later, Cat 1 direct communication window

"Any ships?"

"Nothing sir."

"Bring us up to 30 meters. Keep us silent."

"Aye."

"Receiving a message." (OOC: Note, For these communications, the satellites communicating use a directed beam of radio waves at a low frequency so that they can pierce water. The messages are still encrypted.)

Hale Isles fleet destroyed at Limnos.

Move to investigate. Stay low, distant, and hidden. This is a recon mission only.

When complete, move to Hale Isles.

A similar message is dispatched to Cat 2.

The 1st roaming sub fleet moves to a position between Limnos and Hale Isles while satellites monitor Limnos for any movement away from the island.

[Hale Isles]

HIDF Azov, ~500mi NE of Limnos:

“Sir, I got something on sonar from the direction of the flotilla.” said the sonar operator.

The submarine was cruising along at periscope depth. The diesel generators guzzled oxygen, and so the submarine couldn’t stay fully submerged for too long. It could keep itself limited to a few small telescopic masts and a snorkel, however, so it did.

“What was it?” asked the commander “Did they switch to active sonar?”

“I don’t think so…” said the sonar operator “It must have been loud for us to hear it from forty kilometers away, but there was only one pulse. Why would they only fire one pulse of sonar?”

“Let’s ask them.” said the commander “Our next check-in should be in a few minutes anyways. Raise the VHF antenna, and prepare to contact the flotilla.”

They heard the sound of machinery moving in the sail almost directly above the command room. The generators aft were far louder, but the mechanisms above them were nearer. After a few seconds, the sound stopped as the antenna was deployed and ready for use.

“Tune the fleet and make contact.” said the commander “Then give me the captain of Vanquisher.”

“I’m, er… not making contact with the fleet, sir.” said the radio operator. “I got no reply when I tried to initiate the handshake with their radios.”

“That’s strange.” said the commander, wondering to himself if the loss of communications was caused by the same thing that made Limnos lose communications. “You’re sure that the antenna’s working properly?”

“Yes, but I can raise the backup if you’d like.” said the radio operator.

“Do that.” said the commander “Navigation, plot a course to intercept the fleet. We’ll contact them via hydrophone if the radio remains down.”

“The fleet is intentionally pulling ahead of us, sir.” said the navigation officer “If we stow everything, and make a run to cut across their bows now, we can get to within ten kilometers of them, but no closer.”

“Radio?” asked the commander.

“No contact.” replied the radio operator.

“Right.” said the commander “Retract all deployed systems into the sail, and dive to two hundred meters. Helm, you may sail navigation’s plotted course.”

The submarine quieted as the diesel generators shut down, and the propellor continued off of battery power alone. Everyone aboard Azov waited as the submarine slid quietly through the water towards the suspected location of its flotilla.

An hour later, HIDF Azov:

“This should be our closest point.” said the navigator “You’re sure you don’t hear anything?”

“Yes.” said the sonar operator “The flotilla is quiet, but not this quiet. If they were where we think they are, we’d hear them.”

“FIVE MINUTES OF POWER REMAINING.” said a very robotic voice from a speaker in the command room.

“Full stop.” said the commander “Let’s not spend any more power on the engines currently. Do you hear anything, sonar?”

“Not a bloody thing.” said the sonar operator. “Either they changed course, or the flotilla was abducted by aliens.”

“We need more information.” said the commander “You’re cleared to use active sonar.”

“Okay…” said the sonar operator “Ah, yikes. Four targets, due north. About ten miles out. That’s weird, they are giving off almost no noise, but they are really visible on active sonar.”

“That is strange.” said the captain “Ahead slow, and prepare the torpedo tubes, turn to the north.”

“Oh wow. That’s really weird.” said the sonar operator “That can’t be right. They’re almost three kilometers down. No submarine can dive that deep.”

“Oh that’s very bad.” said the commander, suddenly realising something “Are they arranged in two pairs?”

“Now that you mention it yes.” said the sonar operator “One pair are really close together, and the other is further apart.”

“Those aren’t submarines.” said the commander “That’s the flotilla. Take us up to snorkel depth, and we’ll sail there to check for survivors.”

“There are four objects, though.” said the sonar operator “Where did the fourth come from?”

“One of the ships split, I assume.” said the commander “Doesn’t matter now, let’s see if anyone is left alive.”

[The GAmeTopians]

Shadow Island Military Base, a tiny island just off the coast of The Royal Empire
The Shadowhawks stood next to each other on their runways majestically, facing away from the sun. A few of the uniform-clad pilots sat atop them, tuning up the cockpits. A senior officer walked up to them, saluting lazily with one finger.
"Pilots, an order just came in from the man himself. Communications from Limnos have gone silent, even air traffic control. 8 of you are heading out to investigate." One of them spoke up.
"When?"
The officer facepalmed himself.
"Now, soldier. NOW."
The fuel trucks drove up, and fueled the Shadowhawks selected. The pilots buckled into the cockpits, calling out to the fuel trucks,
"Long range flight, fill 'er up all the way."
Once they were filled, the trucks detached, and the Shadowhawks prepared to launch.
"V formation, crew, behind me. North heading."
The Shadowhawks sped down the runway, lifting off to the north.
A few minutes later, an in-flight refueler taxied onto the runway, and sped after them.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

500 KM from Limnos
International Waters
Search and Destroy Squadron LV-1

"C&C, this is Search and Destroy Squadron LV-1. We've reached target, repeat, we've reached target." The commander of huge squadron, the lead Bomber pilot, reported in, and the planes began circling the wreckage. It wasn't hard to see what had just happened. The pilots couldn't believe that the guns had caused that much damage to the entire fleet, but then again, it was only three ships, and they had sent six subsonic missiles to destroy it.

"Roger that, LV-1. Report in. What's your findings?" Command and control responded on the radio.

"Target's destroyed, I repeat, Target's destroyed. No survivors. We've done three rounds and we've found no one." The Commander replied, and looked down as his plane constantly turned in the air, watching the water change. There was just barely a part of the largest ship up, and it was already slipping violently into the waves. "Damn... Those Valkyries really did a number on them."

"Yeah, those guys in R&D know what they're doing. Alright, boys. Return to base. We'll get a debriefing there." The radio replied, and the planes began turning and heading right back to base.

"Sir, we've got a contact on visual." A fighter pilot reported in, turning around in the air. He was looking at the ground while he turned, watching the sea bounce up and down. Something had appeared in the waves... It looked... Unnatural. Metallic. Man made. "It's a snorkel! Enemy submarine confirmed!"

"Damn it! HQ, requesting permission to engage!" The commander asked, radioing in to HQ. The planes were getting themselves ready to engage while they still could.

"Roger that. Weapons free, I repeat, weapons free." HQ ordered, and the commander began turning around.


DEN Command and Control
Limnos
DEN 1st SZ army

"AttenSHUN!" The voice boomed, and the soldiers instantly saluted, snapping into attention in the sun. This was the Honor Guard, a special force of Spetznaz designated Elites, and therefor used as guards for officers, but act like normal soldiers. There were about five thousand of these soldiers all standing in the middle of the city, dressed in their best ceremonial guard clothes, or clothing that was basically dressy combat clothes. Each one had a cape flowing behind them, and enlarged shoulder pads, which was reminiscent of an older time. There was a large amount of officers in the front, all wearing their officer's caps and trench coats. For every company of Spetznaz there was a banner bearer with the Company banner held in his hands, and there was the Spetznaz banner in one soldiers hand. Every man carried a rifle in their hands.

Behind them was the 1,000 soldiers who had taken the city, each one of them in their battle gear from the initial landing, and in front of them was the SS company that engaged in combat. Scattered around the parade group there was multiple support vehicles, such as tanks and APCs, and all of them had taken part in the initial landing. And to protect, as if they needed it, there were hundreds of guards with SMGs lining the roadways, and on some buildings there were MGs and snipers.

Roberts had begun the inspection, and was very satisfied. The Honor Guard, which was trained this way, was very, very nicely presented, and stood in their best. Satisfied with the results, he nodded, and the parade began down the island of Limnos.

200 km from Hale Isles
International Waters
DEN 2nd fleet
DEN Battleship DENS Bismarck

"Sir!" There was a crisp salute as a man approached the bridge, causing the Fleet Admiral to also snap to attention, saluting the soldier as he entered. Both stood at ease, and the bridge continued their duties. "We are within AWACS scouting range, and we will be able to launch the Anti Radiation missiles, sir. Unless the enemy has been scanning us, they won't know anything. We've dispatched five wolf packs of ten submarines, and the invasion task force is ready to engage, when you've given the orders."

"Good, good. Start with the Recon first. Send the S-AWACS to the sky, and keep them on passive. We'll be able to detect the radar stations without them detecting us." Fleet Admiral Sheridan ordered, and looked at the radar. "Then get the Pseudo Satellites up. Visual recon only. I want visual on anything I can get. After you've done that, prep the anti radiation missiles, and prep the cruise and ballistic missiles. You understand?"

"Yes, sir!" The soldier replied, and saluted. It took only a few minutes, but as Sheridan stood on the bridge of the Bismarck, he saw the soldiers loading the drones onto the launchers, and the turrets began turning, the missiles loaded into their RCS turrets. The drones were launched, the rockets shooting them into the sky, where they began their slow, slow ascent to 70,000 feet, their propellers trying their hardest.

He turned his attention to the carriers, and he could see them launching four stealth AWACS into the sky, who began scanning passively for enemy radar, which would alert and direct the Anti radiation missiles to their targets. Now all they had to do was wait.

[Afro-Euasia]

The Afro-euasians quickly declare war against DEN.The Afro-euasians send 100,000 soldiers and 50 tanks to land on the beaches of DEN.Meanwhile the Afro-euasian navy starts to attack supply convoys aiding the DEN armies.

Meanwhile task force A commences a patrol of the isles.This force consists of 2 battleships,2 battlecruisers and 1 aircraft carrier,while 10 jets ready for launch.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

The Afro-euasians quickly declare war against DEN.The Afro-euasians send 100,000 soldiers and 50 tanks to land on the beaches of DEN.Meanwhile the Afro-euasian navy starts to attack supply convoys aiding the DEN armies.

Meanwhile task force A commences a patrol of the isles.This force consists of 2 battleships,2 battlecruisers and 1 aircraft carrier,while 10 jets ready for launch.

Ahh no.

Please see the OOC. And denied anyway.

[The GAmeTopians]

International Waters between REGT and Limnos
The Shadowhawks covered open water quickly, growing ever closer to Limnos. The long flight, of course, created idle chatter.
"Holding up, Jonathan?"
"Yeah, but I've never had to go to the bathroom so much in my life! I usually stay in combat range of Shadow Island."
The Captain interrupted them.
"We should be in range of Limnos radar, prepare for combat if it has been taken over by hostiles."
Guns hummed to life, and the planes continued on their way.

[Mitheldalond]

To: The Government of Hale Isles, Office of the President
From: His Majesty Eldahir Valendur, King of Mitheldalond

Dear Madam President,

In regards to your request for international assistance, I do believe that such was the right move. The inexplicable loss of contact with the island of Limnos is concerning enough, but when coupled with the apparent disappearance of an entire naval task force, becomes cause for considerable alarm.

A Mitheldalondian light carrier group is currently some 1200 miles northeast of the Hale Isles, returning to Mitheldalond after a publicity tour. Naval Command has instructed them to divert course toward Limnos to help in the search for your missing ships. If there is any other assistance we can offer, do not hesitate to ask.

Sincerely,
Eldahir Valendur, King of Mitheldalond

[Hale Isles]

Strategic Air Control Bureau, Folcroft Air Defence Base, Hale Isles:

“Sir, report from the base at Lemitar.” said an officer. “Their remote radar stations have detected what appears to be several aircraft that are climbing towards our airspace with no transponders, one-eighty kilometers out. Ten minutes until they violate our airspace.”

“Several?” asked the Air Marshal, Vicky Jenson, looking up from a large oak desk covered in budget reports.

“The number is not certain, because they indicated that they couldn’t firmly acquire all of the aircraft.” said the officer “They indicate that it is at least seven, but almost certainly higher. It’s worth noting that their report also indicated that the aircraft all had extremely small radar cross-sections, and the vast majority of them did not appear on the X-band radar.”

“That’s suspicious to say the least.” said the Air Marshal “Right, give me seven minutes to have interceptors ready, and then tell air traffic control to give them a call.”

Moosup Air Defense Base, one minute later:

“Justin, Elmer, Deborah, report to your aircraft immediately.” said a speaker in the barracks of the 2nd Tactical Air Superiority Squadron. Six pilots were in the building out of nine, and three had been asleep until the announcement woke them up. The three who had been awake were already in their flight suits, and grabbed their helmets as they hurried out the doors towards their MiG-29As.

“That’s the call.” said Justin, as he ran across the tarmac “Five minutes, people. Maybe this ‘state of enhanced alert’ will have actually been worth it.”

“Doubt it.” said Elmer “I don’t think the radio eating blob that covered Limnos has reached us just yet.”

“How did their attempt to contact the island with PITSE-1 go?” asked Justin.

“No luck.” said Deborah “If it had worked, we wouldn’t still be on alert.”

“I thought the alert was for losing contact with the 8th Ship, not Limnos.” said Elmer.

“Good luck, team.” said Justin as they reached their planes and he began climbing into his cockpit. “Lets keep this short, safe, and um… good luck.”

He sat down in his seat and the canopy closed over him. He put on his helmet and fastened his harness, and the roar of the engines idling was replaced by the slight hiss of active noise cancellation. He looked over the controls in his head, running through the startup checklist and making sure the ground crew had completed all the steps.

“Radio check, Addax One.” he said.

“Radio check, Addax Two, I hear one.” replied the radio.

“Radio check, Addax Three, I hear both.” said the radio again.

“Addax One, I hear all.” said Justin. He looked out and saw his marshaler signaling him to proceed. He advanced the throttle and rolled forwards slowly.

“Moosup Base Ground, Addax Flight is at park for Second Superiority. Request permission for expedited taxi to the active runway.” said Justin, as he slowly advanced out of the parking spot, trying to look to the marshaler like he was taxiing without actually moving much.

“Addax Flight, proceed to runway Two-Six via Alpha.” said the radio. Justin relaxed and advanced the throttle to a normal taxi speed now that he was cleared to move. His two wingmen followed a short distance behind. The airport was laid out to give the fighters a short taxi to the runways, and so within two minutes, the three planes were sitting in a left echelon formation on runway two-six. Eight minutes had elapsed since the targets were first seen.

Lemitar International Airport, thirty seconds ago:

“Attention, flight of aircraft at [DEN didn’t give a location].” said the air traffic controller “Your transponders are inactive, and you do not have any flight plans filed. Please make a complete turn away from the Hale Isles, or deliver a complete explanation for your actions.”

[Hale Isles]

To: His Majesty Eldahir Valendur, King of Mitheldalond
From: President of the Hale Isles Anita Morgan

Your assistance in the search is wholeheartedly welcomed by the Hale Isles, and we are truly grateful for this aid. We leave it to your government’s discretion how best to attempt to facilitate the establishment of contact, and as such, we have no additional requests at this time. Simply help us restore communications to Limnos, and discover the reason for the Eighth Ship Flotilla’s lack of communications.

HIDF Azov, near the location of the sinking of the 8th Ship Flotilla, about 500km from Limnos:

*Pthunk* *Pthulp* *Paklunk*

The experienced members of the crew knew the sound. It was faint, but distinct. Someone was firing at the submarine from above the water.

“Something’s shooting at us.” said the commander “Any tally?”

“Negative.” said the navigator, looking through the targeting periscope that he had been using to look for survivors moments before. “I don’t see… fuck!” The image split as if he was viewing the world through a kaleidoscope, and everything went fuzzy. “They hit the periscope.” he said, stepping back from the now worthless piece of equipment.

“Down all systems.” said the commander, and the various devices extending from the sail to the surface slipped beneath the waves. “Turn ninety degrees to port, quarter ahead.”

He heard the shots still impacting the water, but couldn’t tell if they’d followed the submarine or not. He hoped they hadn’t; if the enemy had sonar, they were sub-hunters.

“Hostiles are most likely air targets.” said the commander, holding onto a handle on the ceiling as the submarine leaned into its turn. “We can’t have them pestering us constantly, and we can’t keep the snorkel down forever. Raise the primary radar array when the turn is completed, and prepare to fire the Iglas.”

“We’ll need to be five meters shallower to raise the radar.” said the sonar operator, who was the designated radar operator as well.

“We’ll climb after the turn.” said the commander.

“Turn complete.” said the Navigator. “Increasing height five meters.”

“Radar going up.” said the sonar operator “Online now. Don’t know how long until its hit.”

“What do you see?” asked the commander “How many targets, and are they in range?”

“Oh, yes.” said the sonar operator “Most are in range, and most are busy strafing us. Five aircraft.”

“Good, we can get them all.” said the commander. The ship had eight missiles. “What’s our power situation?”

“Batteries seventy percent charged.” said the engine controler. “We have fuel for twenty-nine days at sea.”

“Okay, ready to fire five Igla missiles, one per target.” said the commander “We’ll hit them and then try to escape to Limnos… wait… shit, they probably own Limnos.”

“They are going to hit the radar any second!” said the sonar operator.

“Fire.” said the commander. “Bring the radar in.”

The *shoof* sound of a missile firing repeated itself five times, and the SA-N-10 anti-air missiles burst from the water and shot after the Namien aircraft. Meanwhile, Azov pulled in its radar and waited.

“From this point on.” said the commander “We will work under the worst-case scenario assumption that Limnos is held by the same force that attacked us, and that that force is also responsible for the destruction of the Eighth Ship Flotilla.”

“What’s our objective?” asked the Navigator.

“If they could destroy the Eighth, we don’t stand much chance of retaliating.” said the captain “With the Eighth gone, we’ve also lost our link to the Hale Isles, so we can’t receive new orders. We’ll adapt our most recent mission: to discover the reason for the loss of communication with Limnos. We now need to get the information we have to command.”

“Do we want to attempt to discover the identity of our enemy?” asked the sonar operator.

“If we succeed in downing all of the planes, we will consider investigating the wreckage.” said the commander “For now, we are more interested in surviving to report, though. We have to be prepared for the eventuality that they return with sub-hunters.”

“I can get us, say… three-fifty kilometers on our batteries at a snail’s pace.” said the engine controler. “Any more, and we have to snorkel, though.”

“Sub-hunters will find us if we move at a snail’s pace.” said the commander “We kill these planes, and then snorkel to get to full charge. Then we make a run for it.”

“I can give you one-twenty kilometers at fifteen knots with full charge.” said the engine controller “We’ll need to snorkel to get back to the Hale Isles either way, though.”

“They’ll get us if we run for the Hale Isles. They’ll get us if we run for Limnos.” said the commander “They’ll get us if we don’t run… we need to run for something else. Get me the latest report on commercial shipping in the area.”

[Blorbs]

Presidential Office, Blorbs Capital, New Kerman City

"Sir, may I speak to you? We have some information you might want to take a look at. Not a national emergency or anything, but still..." He trailed off

The president replied "I've got nothing going on right now, Go ahead." He sat down on his giant black spinny chair.

"Well, you know the island of Limnos? Well, everyone on the planet lost contact with it recently, and when the millitary of multiple nations headed over to investigate, some conflict arised. I'd like to hear your stance on that." He finished talking and sat at a chair infront of the president's desk.

"Hmm... Thats odd... You know who could really use this information, BASI (BASI is the Blorbian Agency of Secret Intellegence). So, could you talk to them? I'll create a public statement about the subject or something to please the media." He instantly went on his computer and began typing a public response, as the informant left the room and called up the head of BASI.

Lobby, BASI Head Offices, New Kerman City

The head of BASI came out of an elevator and headed for the door. As he walked, the phone rang and he was interrupted by a secretary talking to him "Oh, okay, yeah Mr. President." She paused "Hey, someone is on line one for you, they say its a message from the president or something."

He ran back into his office and grabbed his phone "Hello? Mr. President?"

"Hi, but im not the president. Im just his informant, and he told me to inform you about something. The island Limnus lost contact with the outside world, and there was some form of a skirmish with naval forces around there. We dont know much, but we do know that a few ships were sunk."

"Any more information you want to interrupt me about?" He said, in an angry, annoyed voice.

"Uhh, no. Sorry sir." The informant hung up the phone.

The head of BASI then proceeded to call up one of the millitary hangers off the coast of Blorbs. He was so angered with this work after his hours he didn't even stop to think about what to do, instead he attempted to get it over with.

"Hello? I'd like to order some, uh, KR-37 Whitebirbs (Yeah, yeah I copied that. I just didnt have any other ideas!) to fly over the island Limnus and check out whats going on there. You can take all orders from there, im fed up with working today."

The commander of the base began to talk "Okay, sir. How many do you want me to send, though? And do you want us to go for a stealthier approach, or try to get better information but a little lower? I need this information sir. Normally I would do it but since your making the order..."

He yelled back "Goddamnit, send... 2. You can handle the rest" He hung up the phone.

Millitary hanger 12, Blorbs Coast

The commander started talking on the intercom "Orders have come in from BASI to send two KR-37 Whitebirds to fly over limnus. Fly at a high enough altitude so they hopefully dont see us, but low enough for radar, thermal imaging, etc. to still work, so 2 km or so.."

Two pilots each entered a KR-37. Within the hour they both had taken off and were headed to spy around Limnus

Image of a KR-37 Whitebird:

[Blorbs]

Off the coast of Blorbs, KR-37 Whitebird fleet

One of the pilots of a KR-37 decided to check on the other. He flipped on the radio and changed to his frequency "Bird 1 to Bird 2 do you copy."

"This is Bird 2 we hear you loud and clear."

"We hear there may be some naval ships around here. Activate long range radar systems."

"Roger that, activating systems..." he pauses "coming up negative, no signs of anything in the area."

"Thats what we hoped. We enabled ours and they seem to be malfunctioning. Its saying there are... 32 ships underwater ranging from 10 meters to 1.2 kilometers. Reporting this to base."

The pilot of Bird 1 switched his radio to the commander of the fleet "Our radar systems are malfunctioning. Bird 2 is fine. Orders?"

The commander spoke up "Turn back. With those offline your useless and just make it easier to spot you two."

The airplaine Bird 1 turns around and flys back to the hanger. Bird 2 continues fourth onto Limnus.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

180 km from Hale Isles
International Waters
Enclosing 2nd Fleet
Battleship DENS Bismarck

"Contacts, sir. Air contacts." The lieutenant reported to the Fleet Admiral. He was marking out aerial contacts that just appeared on the radar, including the ground. He had marked them as Negative, or enemy. And sure as hell they were. Those were Hale Isles pilots. The Admiral got up from his chair and approached the man in the seat, watching the radar screen. He saw three negative contacts on the screen, which was reading a couple hundred miles out. "Tracking three aerial contacts, reading negative. Bearing 300 from our position, closing fast. Passive just picked them up."

"We've been running passive this whole time?" Sheridan asked, looking at the radar screen. Oddly enough, it was mostly blank, save for the OTH readings in another screen (a bunch of shit piled together), and the ground radar that was appearing.

"Yes, sir. Passive only just picked them up. Drones have confirmed the reports, sir. They're systems are registering an increase of radar waves in their area. Systems picked up a ground transmission." The man replied, and had a screen pop up with the drone systems.

"Show it."

"Right away, Sir." The soldier replied, and brought up the transmission. Sheridan stared at it, and listened to the transmission. Oh yes, this was going to be tricky. Very tricky. Especially because they were drones.

"Alright, get a Dart in the air. The RCS should hide it. Order it on recon. Launch two Racers, load them with Air to Air. Get everyone to go passive, use only LOAL (lock on after launch). Close in, and signal the other ships. Order them to begin preparations." Sheridan ordered, and stroked his beard. "Reply to the message. Respond as the science ship NSS Aurora. Use that reading, too. Remember, you work for Science, Inc.. Clear?"

"Yes, sir. As you ordered, sir." The man replied, and began getting to work on a response. He typed his out rather quickly. Hale Isles, Hale Isles, this is the Science Ship NSS Aurora from Science, Inc.. We're running drones to study the effects of high altitude, low speed travel.

"Any other orders?" The man asked.

"Get those damned Anti Radiation missiles ready. Get them ready NOW." Sheridan ordered, and sat back down in his chair.

There was a pause in the air around them as the carriers next to them readied their weapons. Most of the planes were getting ready to engage in a run on the Islands, and the majority of landing craft were beginning to pick their targets. Something would happen. Something eventually.

"Sir, Enterprise reports ten Darts, two Racers launched. They've been given their targets, and they're on their mission now, sir. All carriers report ground attack ready with Anti Radiation missiles, all fighters ready to engage, and bombers loaded with cluster munitions and bunker busters." The man reported.

"Good. Tell them to launch just before the assaulting ships get within range of enemy radar. Tell them to launch where the AEWACS tells them to."

30 seconds before
On the Enterprise

"All systems ready for combat. Tower, this is Racer 1, Racer 2, are we cleared for takeoff?" The pilot of the first Racer asked, ready in his aircraft for combat.

"Roger that, you are cleared, Racers. Proceed to takeoff." The tower replied, and the pilots began their takeoff sequence. The two plane waited a second, then throttled the plane, the catapults launching them fast into the ski lift, letting them almost jump into the air. There was a bump as the jets took over, but the planes were now on their way to their target.

"Racer two, this is Racer 1. Proceed to targets, passive only. Maintain radio silence unless needed." The fireteam leader ordered, receiving a nice 'Yes, sir', before utter radio silence.

They weren't the only ones taking to the skies. Ten Darts, normally high stealth interceptors, were taking off on a recon role to scout out the ground around the landing sites. Although the satellites provided immense help, they still needed better visual. Every carrier's bomber, however, was geared up and very much ready to go, being fitted with cluster and cluster incendiary to take out the enemy's troops and cover in the area. The ground attack planes, too, were loaded with bunker busters and one anti radiation missile each, along with other weapons for anti tank or anti infantry uses.

Slowly but surely, the fleet would progress. And soon, they would be near the beaches.

[Blorbs]

~Deleted~

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

500 km from Limnos
International Waters
Search and Destroy Squadron LV-1

"Target's diving, I repeat, Target's diving. Engage, and get out of here." The commander ordered, and armed his payload, before flying over the enemy sub's position, and dropping it's bombs. All the bombs it was carrying, about 4 1,000 pound bombs, dropped from it's wing pylons, slashing in the water below. If it didn't find anything, it would blow after about seven to ten seconds of sinking. That meant they had to get the hell out of there. The commander pulled up on his yoke, the nose pointing upwards and sending the plane back into the air. He saw, from behind, four massive explosions in the water, the water itself bulging up into the air then spreading.

The four Packers formed in behind and dropped two 100 pound bombs each, all in a diamond pattern around the four bombs, before breaking off and gaining height, looking over their shoulder. The explosion, and expected, was only a tenth of the massive 1000 pounders, but there was still a visible bulge.

"Breaking off and disengaging target. Everyone alright?" The commander asked, and received a plethora of positives, which was a good enough answer. "Alright. C&C, this is LV-1, requesting assistance, I repeat, requesting assistance. Enemy target is submarine, bearing south east of your position. Requesting ASW squadron, over."

"LV-1, this is C&C, we read you loud and clear. Request approved. ASW squadron incoming on your position, over." The C&C replied, the familiar voice actually pretty nice on the radio. "Head back to base. We'll take over from here."

"Roger that C&C. Returning to b-" the commander reported, and was instantly interrupted by the MAWS; they had picked up launches. "LV-1, LV-1, reporting IR launch from sub! Evasive action!"

"Roger that! Move! Packer 1, watch your six!" Packer two reported, and pulled up into the sun, popping flares into the air to distract the enemy IR missiles long enough to get away. "They're on my tail..."

"Packer two, your targets are down!" Packer four replied, and pulled away, all of them accelerating as fast as they could. Maybe the Iglas wouldn't hit them all. Packer 4 pulled on his yoke, the thrust vectoring engaged as he pulled back on the throttle, and popped flares. The missile got distracted, and flew off into the distance. He throttled the plane, and started heading off.

"I've got one!" Packer 1 reported, and tried evasive actions. He, unfortunately, was hit by the missile, as he was the last to pull up. The missile exploded in his back underbelly, shredding up the bottom of his right wing, ripping open his bays. He swore, trying to fly off with the rest of the squadron. "Commander, I'm hit. The plane's damaged bad. Two bays are down, right wing is damaged."

"Roger that. C&C, enemy has AA capabilities. I repeat, enemy has AA capabilities. Engage at your risk." The commander reported, and the group began flying back to home, as one of the planes began smoking. It was Packer one; she was trailing fuel, and had small pieces flying off every so often. "One WIA aircraft. Pilot might not make it home."

"Roger that, readying Search and Rescue crew." C&C replied.

DEN Forward Command and Control
DEN controlled Limnos
1st SZ army, 1st SS division, HQ

"Roger that. Readying Search and Rescue crew." The lieutenant replied to the men in LV-1, and marked five aircraft on aerial radar as friendly, with the IFF responding positive. He began contacting the airfield about the Search and Rescue, and the ASW squadrons. "Limnos Airfield 1, Limnos Airfield 1, requesting five squadrons of five. Four anti submarine warfare squadrons, one search and rescue for possible downed pilot. Destination 500 clicks south east."

"Roger that, C&C. Squadrons are readying for deployment. 10 minutes until launch, ETA 1.5 hours to target." The airfield responded, and the lieutenant recorded it. Ten minutes had passed and the 30 targets began appearing on radar, the radar sources tracking the targets. The Lieutenant began marking the targets on radar as friendly, tracking them as far as the radar would allow.

"Admiral, ten contacts have appeared on radar. All ten contacts measuring medium to low altitude." The Lieutenant reported to the Admiral, and ten contacts appeared on the radar. They were marked orange, as non responding. "Two groups, each coming in from a different direction. Alpha through Hotel just appeared on radar, sir. They're the closer of the groups. India and Juliet are farther off. We managed to detect them rather easily."

"Hmm... Alpha through Hotel are familiar... Lieutenant, ping IFF once again, use all ranges of known IFF." Roberts ordered, and the Lieutenant nodded, rerunning the IFF.

"Sir, the eight craft are registered as Gametopian aircraft. You were right sir." The Lieutenant reported, and Roberts smiled.

"List them as friendly, and contact them." Roberts replied, and looked at the other item appearing on radar. It was the two birds from Blorbs, though he didn't know that. "Knock out those other two planes. Don't let them get too close."

"Sir.. These guys are flying at.. 7,000 feet to 32,000 feet. I don't think they know what they're doing..." The lieutenant replied, and the Admiral laughed.

"Exactly. Those bastards must be pretty stupid. When they've been knocked out, check the OTH."

*****

Gametopian aircraft, Gametopian aircraft, do you copy? We received you on radar. Please state destination and purpose.

SAM sight 1
DEN controlled Limnos
1st SZ Army

"Targets have been reported. Long range engagements. Ready the SAM-3s!" The commanding officer ordered, and the crews nodded, readying the TEL. The SAM system began targeting the two aircraft coming in that read negative, using a passive system. The enemy wouldn't know what was coming. "Fire when ready!"

The two SAM-3 extreme long range stealth SAMs were launched, the rockets shooting them out of their launchers and sending them right into the air. They began homing in on the enemy using the active to first locate, then the Passive system the whole way until contact. It soon began reaching extreme speeds, going beyond Mach 3 as it headed into the enemy's direction.

[The GAmeTopians]

Over Limnos-controlled waters, Shadowhawk group
The smooth aircraft sped through open air, unobstructed. Their sleek black coating stood out in the blue sky. With a closer look, one would be able to see their armaments, dangerous looking guns and missiles armed and ready. At the tip of their V formation flew Shadow Alpha, their leader.
"We copy, Limnos. We are friendly aircraft headed to Limnos in order to investigate the sudden cutoff of all communications. May I ask your name and rank?"

OOC: I'll start posting longer posts once I know you're DEN, partially RPing mainland GAmeTopia. I won't be able to for around 5 hours though.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

"This is Lieutenant Harry of the DEN Spetznaz naval infantry. We're reading and tracking on radar. IFF returned positive. You're welcome to land if needed." The lieutenant replied, and marked the targets as friendly. The SAM was currently en route to the two other aircraft in the area, when one turned around. The missiles would still follow, but right now they didn't have much to worry about.

[Diliath]

Taelete city.

ἀρχιστράτηγος Nikoforos Virelianos was intrested in seeking new allies for Taelete and he was thinking to try to create an alliance with the most powerful nation close to Taelete: DEN. DEN was, although communist, a very powerful and rich nation and an alliance with them would be good for both Taelete and the diliathian empire. He had talked with the diliathian emperor by phone and he had allowed him to speak for the empire in this case. Nikoforos had decided to invite the government of DEN to send a delegation to Taelete to discuss further treaties. For that he wrote the folowing message:

To: the government of DEN
From: Nikoforos Virelianos, ἀρχιστράτηγος autokratos of Taelete.

In the name of Taelete and the diliathian empire do I greet you. Our nations have our differences and that has holded us from contact for long. But in this turbulent times do you sometimes have to cooporate with allies you'd never expected to be ally with. For that reason do I say that Taelete and Diliath are intrested in talks and treaties with DEN. That's why we invite you to talk with us in the city of Taelete do discuss further friendship between our peoples.

signed

Nikoforos Virelianos.