CDC Sandbox thread (Closed)

[The Azerothian Union]

The CDC Sandbox thread, RP what you like guys.

Other CDC RP threads:
A light in black
Journals from Peacekeeping
SQD 16: Helmet to Helmet
The Azerothian-Ammerinia flashpoint

[New Empire of Japan]

Anthology: The Foreseer

Darth Kaiser's work was done for the day with advising the Tenno on various issues, many that appeared since the Great Leap. The woes were from citizens that had trouble coping with the change but their voices are fading to accept the recent events. The Minun took the linear train back to home like most citizens do and being an official granted him discounts to better carriages. He got after three stops in a station that was part of the middle-levels of the Chiyoda-hive, where the middle and upper class largely inhabit and walked back home among others that were heading back as well. He arrived at the apartment he has a flat in, preferring a modest flat over a mansion that was initially offered to suit his minimalist life at home. He unlocked the door and entered.

There was a masked man that stood in the centre of the room. He wore the kabuto of the one of the warrior clans in the feudal worlds, an old Prussian-blue dress-uniform of the Army and hid his eyes with the ornate black and gold mask. "Darth Kaiser, I wish to speak you." He introduced.
The Minun showed no sign of hostility. "You have found my residence and if you are an enemy, you will attempt to kill me now. Let us talk this with some tea."

***

The conversation ended in an hour, where the man gave his explanation and the former-Sith listened. "Very well, I will assist in your mission." The latter agreed.
The man stood up and gave a bow. "Thank you Lord Kaiser." He showed his gratitude.
"I will add you to the Army's Intelligence Division as an independent officer that can act on his own will. You will have access to some of your resources when requested. I will set you up with an apartment flat as well." The Minun promised. "If you return tomorrow I will have a flat key prepared for you and I will begin processing and approving papers."
The man gave another bow before leaving the flat.

[NeoTarakia]

Kamino Firing Range
Lemnos
October 14, 2060
0800

Sergeant First Class Macy Hamilton stood looking at her students, there was 8 crews and that meant there was 8 tanks on the range, it was a rather small class, even by Tarakian Armor School Standards. Hamilton's two crew mates were also present with her and would help instruct the class. It was the first day of training for the RLEADF Tankers, the course is modified from the Armor School and includes the most important information, however Tanker Manuals that had been handed out an hour earlier contained every bit of information the tanker needed to know.

SFC Hamilton smiled "Alright everyone, I'm glad you're all here and I just want to say, you made a choice to go above and beyond the society standard, we're going to turn you into a world class Defense Force in the next 12 weeks. Many of you have little training on the Leopard 2A4NG+ Main Battle Tank, we'll teach you proper maintenance and care of the Tank as well as other important tasks involving the tank, that'll be a little later today. For now, we're going to take you out on the range and get and overlook of ammunition types that you will be using in the coming weeks. I also understand that the RLEADF has a few Leopard 1A4A1s in storage, they're old.. but they can still serve a purpose. I'll make recommendation to have them shipped to Italy for refurbishment, uparmored and new armament. Now, meet you all on the range in 5 minutes.

[NeoTarakia]

Andalusia Naval Base, Greater Espana
April 29, 2069
1400 hours

Commander Maxine Foster stood looking out at The Mediterranean from the pier, she could see a Freedom class nuclear guided missile submarine coming in off of patrol and heading towards the sub pens on the base. Foster, was the commander of DRS Marmara, a Tracy Island class guided missile cruiser, her crew was on rest and recreation after returning from a 21 day patrol of the Mediterranean. Foster turned to look at the Marmara just across the bases harbor on the other side. “Commander, Rear Admiral Hatcher is requesting your presence” Foster put her cigarette out and looked at the Seamen apprentice “what for?” the seamen shook his head “I don’t know ma’am, I’m just the runner on CQ right now” Foster motioned at the seamen and began to walk off down the pier. She looked up at the carrier Ah the Pernsteiner, the latest Carrier to join the fleet.

As Foster arrived at the end of the pier towards the road, she watched a group of marines drive by in a soft top Humvee “is something going down? It’s probably nothing” she kept on walking towards the command building and could hear the loud roar of a few F/A-18E Advanced Super Hornets getting ready to take off “When I checked the flight schedule this morning, there was nothing scheduled? Everything today was suppose to be the 309th Tactical Fighter Squadron out of Barca” a Lieutenant Junior Grade ran up along side the commander “commander, there’s been an incident on the mainland in the capital, the Admiral needs you now” Foster began to make haste to get to the command building as quick as she could.

Andalusia Naval Base Command Building

Foster stepped into the briefing room where every other captain, commander and Marine officers currently were. She looked around and spotted Captain Anderson and made her way over to him “Captain, what’s going on?” Anderson looked at Foster “nobody is saying anything, something happened in the capital today and nobody knows what” Foster turned a bit pale and looked at Rear Admiral Hatcher as well as Greater Espanian Navy Admiral Ruiz De La Carerra. Admiral Hatcher cleated his throat and everyone saluted “at ease ladies and gentlemen. We have a situation on the mainland, in the capital. A coup has taken place by Spanish military defectors, mainly of the Army. DIA is worried that this Base is the next target, this is quite a possibility but we’ve gotten reports that they are moving towards Barca Air Force Base. Marines from 23rd MEU have been deployed to assist the Army’s 6th Infantry Division in holding Barca” A Marine Infantry Officer interjected “what’s the plan for this Base? Are we putting the ships out to sea to keep them from being captured?” Hatcher shook his head “no, as of now this Base is under no threat. However, should we become under attack the Marines and the Spanish marines stationed here will hold the line.” Foster looked the Marine and then back at Hatcher “what about the ION personnel on the base? They have RHIBs and other Combat water craft that could be put to use. There’s also SWCC Teams here too. All of our ships in the fleet have mounted .50cals on them for close in range defense, if it comes down to it, we could use the 50’s on the ships for ad-hoc defense”

Everyone in the room looked at Foster “Admiral, we have to figure out a plan to keep this Base under out control, we just don’t have our ships here that are at risk of capture. We have a few from the Duchy here.” Hatcher nodded “I understand Commander, we’re working on a plan right now. Everyone is dismissed until further notice.” Foster and the rest of the officers exited the room and then the command building itself.

Outside the command building

Foster stood outside, with her left hand resting on the M29A1 pistol being carried in her holster. The wind blew just enough to knock her AOR1 patrol cap off and onto the ground, she leaned over to pick it up and put it back on “Commander, what’s going on?” Foster looked to her left to see her executive officer “coup on the mainland in the capital, admirals worried that the base is gonna be hit next after Barca, notify the crew of the Marmara. Admiral isn’t sure if he’s gonna put us out to sea but we can use the cruisers fore and aft guns to our advantage if they try to make their way to the base” the XO saluted “right away ma’am, I’ll notify other crews too”

[New Empire of Japan]

Kenitra Air Base, Maghrebi Union
General Inoue looked at the Atlantic Ocean from the air base's control tower, holding a cup of espresso. The day was quiet as the sea he saw so far. His Militarum Regiment concluded their exercises he personally devised, and they were left to do as they please. The General though, kept himself busy with books on elite militaries in Europe.
A vox operator entered the balcony of the control tower, holding a dataslate with news. "General!" He alarmed. "We received urgent news!"
Inoue finishes his drink, places the cup on a table, and turns to the soldier. "What news?" He asked, fixing his spectacles. "Has Hurricane pushed his forces in Africa?"
The operator shook his head. "This is Spain." He responded. "There is a rebellion. Members of the military, primarily the Army have seized the capital!"
The General put his book away. "That is a Tarakian tributary..." He murmurs in surprise. "What about the Democratic Republic forces in the country?"
The soldier looked at the dataslate, before informing. "They are aware now, and taking defensive positions." He reported. "They are preparing for the worst. They have state-of-the-art weaponry there, as they would say."
Inoue nodded. "The crisis is something we cannot ignore." He evaluated. "Secure communication lines with the Democratic Republic garrison and the Spanish rebels. I will send messages to them shortly after."
As the General returned to the control tower, an infantryman picked up the finished espresso cup and the book left by the General.

[NeoTarakia]

Barca Air Force Base, Andalusia, Greater Espana
April 29, 2069
1434 hours

“Scramble, scramble alert 5” Fighter pilots from the 308th tactical fighter squadron scrambled out of their quarters. Ground crews were loading up ground attack ordnance on A-20E’s and F/A-22E’s in their hangers.

Command Building

“Colonel, we have a communique from the Genji Forces stationed at Kenitra Air Base in Magrhebi Union” Colonel Edwards looked at the lieutenant “connect them through, I’ll give them an update on the situation.”

To: General Inoue
From: Colonel Blake Edwards
The situation here is under control, we’re currently scrambling fighters for ground attack and first line defense against the rebelling Forces. The Democratic Republic Army is currently fortifying defenses along with the DRMC’s 23rd MEU from Andalusia Naval Base. As for Andalusia, that’s our primary concern. There’s currently two carriers, four ballistic missile submarines, four guided missile submarines, two nuclear guided missile cruisers and of course the Lexington. CIA and DIA are currently watching the situation closely. We will keep you updated on the situation at hand as it progresses

Colonel Edwards could hear the F/A-22E’s taking off down the runway as well as the A-20E Blackouts

[NeoTarakia]

Tarakian Embassy
Madrid, Greater Espana
1502 hours

“Ambassador, you need to evacuate. There’s a Marine Corps V-25 Goshawk, callsign Disciple 2-1 en route to get you” the Ambassador looked at the Marine in full battle rattle wearing desert digital camouflage “I’ll be fine Lance Corporal” Marines and embassy personnel alike were running around the embassy destroying documentation and other sensitive items

outside the embassy

“Sergeant, get those civilian personnel on the helicopter now!” Radio chatter could be heard by every Marine on the ground at the embassy “shit, fast movers inbound, 5 mikes, cmon Oxide Company lets get these civilians out of here.” “CH-94 is loaded and ready to dust off” the large tandem rotor CH-94 began to lift off of the ground, the roar of its Rolls Royce engines screaming as the pilot applied more throttle and the swoosh of the propeller blades. “Oxide 1-1, Minotaur 1 is away”

”Oxide 1-1, this is Overlord. Spanish fast movers are inbound, recommend exfil immediately. Ground egress, we’ll walk you out of the city” Lieutenant Rand looked at his vehicles in front of him “roger that, we’re mounting up now and will proceed to exfil. Mount up Marines, we’re walking out of here and back to Andalusia, finishing putting civilian personnel on the choppers”

“Oxide actual, this is Hunter actual. We’re standing by to provide cover while you walk out, be advised that the current coup was started by General Ibarra, there’s troops loyal to him and troops loyal to the government. We can’t distinguish the two yet, Ibarra does have armor in the form of Leopard 2E tanks” Major Grimes acknowledged the communication by Hunter actual “Hunter actual, we’ll we have air support too?” Gunfire erupted as the two Spanish fast movers came in over the embassy but didn’t drop ordnance “mount up and let’s move Marines” two marines stood by the embassy gate and opened it as the first Humvee closed in, soon followed by MRAPS, MTVRs and LAV-APCs. The convoy was joined by three D.R. Army M1296 Guardian Dragoon IFV’s.

embassy roof
“Ambassador, this helicopter is for you and your staff. It will fly you to Andalusia where you will catch a flight to the CDC HQ in Belgrade, Serbia. When you get there, look for a First Sergeant Frederick Hilton, he’s Cascadian Army and currently the NCO in charge of the guard rotation. Good luck sir” the Ambassador stepped into the Goshawk and the ramp began to close behind them.

[New Empire of Japan]

Kenitra Air Base, Maghrebi Union
General Inoue in the CIC watched maps updated as time went on. It seemed that the trouble in Spain is indeed real. Public transmissions were intercepted, most of them stations now giving conflicting views. Online, political parties made their views clear, either supporting the military or the government.

The vox operator received a new transmission. "General, we have new orders from Teito." He informed. "For your eyes only."
Inoue received the printed orders. He adjusted his glasses, and read through. Giving a thorough read, he folded the paper away. "Our orders from Teito are made clear." He commented. "I want the Navy ready, and have our Regiments ready at short notice. I will prepare the telegrams."