The Mapuche People wrote:Learning from the Danish State Security Service (DSSS) that the Holy Romans were mobilizing on the border with Schleswig-Holstein, Christian quickly parried, ordering a mass mobilization throughout Denmark itself and beginning a partial one in Iceland. Luckily, the Benediktine Line of fortresses along the border with the HRE was already manned and ready to push the Germanics back. Though he was still a bit unsure about the Emperor's motives, he took a propaganda gamble, calling a press conference at the imperial capital at Aalborg.
"Some of you may perhaps be wondering why the military has been ordered to mobilize. To the south, in the corrupt, nigh-monarchocommunist Holy Roman Empire, a similar mobilization has begun: I believe with the purpose of invading our borders. They wish to protect their leftist brothers to the east. This is what I say to them--the Danes can and will crush both foes, if need be! Thank you for your time."
Meanwhile, the Danish fleet had reached the Commonwealth's coast. A full 40 ships were assembled, comprising 5-ship task forces based around 1 Copenhagen-class heavy carrier, 2 Aalborg-class cruisers, 1 cruiser, and 1 frigate. Besides these surface ships, there were 20 submarines floating below just in case the Commonwealth fought back at sea. This massive force was only a fraction of the Kingdom's naval power. Around half of the rest was still in Denmark, so as to cut off Holy Roman trade in case of war, while the rest was scattered throughout Aden, Vestr-Afrika, Den Guldkusten, and Sud-Madragasco, ready to defend the new colonies. Grand Admiral Jan Thorhildur, the Count of Holstein, was the younger brother of the King and quite the talented naval man. Looking through his binoculars at the nearby city of Tallinn, Thorhildur grinned with bloodlust. There was a reason he was a military man.
Turning to his second-in-command, Lieutenant Hans, the Grand Admiral said, "I want 200 of our planes in the air as fast as possible, fifty of 'em fighters, the rest bombers*. Tell the fighters to crush any aerial opposition and tell the rest to destroy naval facilities, factories, and anything else that's vaguely military! Go now!" Hans saluted and ran off to carry out these orders. Only a few moments later, two hundred Danish-Icelandic planes rose up above the fleet, bound for the city. These damn Bolshies or Menshies or whatever the fuck they were would learn that the Danes meant business...
*The Essex-class carriers, which my Copenhagen-classes are an equivalent of, could each carry 100 planes. Also, they can only carry light bombers, as the Danish heavy bombers are far too large to be carried and must lift off from land.
OOC: And the war begins! Keep in mind, though, that the Danish are calling it a "police action" at the moment, and haven't yet declared war.
Private office of the Premier of the Commonwealth of Socialist States, Kiev, Ukraine
Hours before the Danish fleets open up on the Commonwealth coast, for no apparent reason, Trotsky slowly placed his phone back into place, just getting off the phone with one of his various intelligence bureaus, who received a scout report from the field, denoting the approaching Danish fleet. He sighed with frustration. "My specially-appointed intelligence forces cannot even spot an approaching fleet, faster than a scout ship floating in the ocean can. Lovely." He picked up the phone again, and begins to dial a number. The Baltic forces needed to know about this, though they surely have already.
Small Military Scout boat off the coast of the Commonwealth's Baltic States
A radio operator slowly locked on to the frequency used by the Danish fleet, encrypted or not. A small message was broadcasted to the unannounced fleet, warning them if they do not turn around, they would be fired upon by Commonwealth forces. As the planes prepared to take off on the deck of the cruisers, the Radio Operator turned to the other members of the small unarmed ship. "I don't think they're friendly."
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As they neared the coasts of the main cities of the Baltic nations of the Commonwealth, a fearsome sight would greet them. Used to regular bombings and attempted landings from the previous Civil war with the Soviet Union, the cities were heavily-fortified, more-so on the coastal ports and docks, as was the entire damn country.
As the enemy fleets prepare to launch off their planes, they find they have been quickly matched-and raised a few hundred more, as the armed Yak-7's and Yak-9's prepare to intercept the oncoming airplanes, along with Ilyushin Il-2's launched, while the faster Yaks drew the oncoming anti-aircraft fire, giving the planes the chance to drop their payloads onto the ships, mainly the aircraft carries. Coastal guns open fire on the ships as well, trying to protect the small fleets docked in port, with many of the larger ships undergoing modernization, and many others under construction/repairs, they wouldn't stand a chance against the fleet.
The cities had been on high alert ever since tensions with the Soviet Union went through the roof, into the outer stratosphere. Despite the readiness of the air-force, civilians shouted in fear as the battle begun, in full sight of the city. Warning sirens wailed throughout the coastal areas, as people hurry into rudimentary bomb-shelters, basements, and other similarly concrete-encased buildings. Not soon after the battle begun, troops prepared for a possible ground invasion. It was clear that if there was an actual threat of enemy landings at that present moment, the city would have been doomed. Half-awake, the forces assembled in and around the city wouldn't be combat-ready for at least another twenty minutes. Luckily, it seemed they had that time, as the sky erupts with gunfire and bombs.
