The Darksnow War (MT, PMT) [CLOSED]

[Lolzieristan]

OOC: I haven't ordered the aircraft to attack. That part comes after this post. And they aren't the carrier's planes, either.

[Kauvara]

SKIES OVER THE NORTH ATLANTIC
ATLANTIC OCEAN
02:54 HOURS

McCloud's radio burst to life. "Commander McCloud, this is Kauvaran Air Control. We have just received a distress signal from the Kommandorians. The KOSO has issued a direct order: you are to support them in their efforts. Will you comply?"
"Roger, Control. We are en route. Foxguard 1 out." He switched channels. "Attention all planes! We're turning around! The Kommandorians sent a distress signal to the KOSO, and we have orders to support them! Expect no help from the Prizyetsi! They are exempted from the Treaty of Emira in this conflict! Looks like our war isn't over yet, ladies and gentlemen!"
"FINALLY!" Falconus yelled.

The fleet of aircraft turned around. 80 KF-11s, as well as the four KF-12s of the 1st Squadron, streaked back towards the combat zone.


SKIES OVER THE CONFLICT ZONE
WATERS OFF PORTUGAL
02:56 HOURS

The aerial fleet approached the battlezone. The darkened waters were illuminated by burning ships. The Kommandorians were surrounded. To their south were the Lolzi. To their north, the Sovietyetans. "We're on approach! AWACS 'Corneria,' give us a sitrep!"
"This is AWACS 'Corneria.' Large numbers of enemy aircraft are swarming over the battlezone. The Kommandorian air force has been wiped out. All aerial targets are freefire. All units: engage!"
"Let's rock and roll!" McCloud called out.

The craft broke off into formations, streaking into the battlezone. A KF-12 roared past the Kommandorian command deck, the emblem of IKAC shown for all the Kommandorians to see. "This is Foxguard 3! Airspace over the Kommandorian fleet secured!"

McCloud got on his radio: "Admiral DiBartolo! My name is Commander Marcus McCloud, designation Foxguard 1. We have just secured the airspace over your fleet. We will establish CAP, and keep the skies clear. The Angels of the Fox are watching over you!"

[Lolzieristan]

OOC: Disregard last post, this works just as well.
IC coming in this spot soon.

"Pull back fighter cover on enemy fleet! Time for the Hail Mary!", the Admiral himself shouted into the unified command network. The others understood; by Hail Mary, he was, of course, referring to Kilo.

The fighter aircraft fled enemy territory, and only the stragglers were encountered by the Kauvarans.
After about one minute, a radar operator on the AWACs aircraft began panicking. A large number of massive radar contacts was inbound from the northeast, near Sovietyeto territory. They had to be strategic bombers.

[Kauvara]

OOC: Are you referring to my AWACS?

[Lolzieristan]

OOC: Are you referring to my AWACS?

OOC: Yes. Basically I'm telling you that fun stuff is on the way.

[Kauvara]

OOC: Haha sounds good!

IC:

"Attention all units: this is AWACS 'Corneria!' Large numbers of enemy bomber aircraft have been detected on approach from the northeast! We have pinpointed their locations!"

McCloud got on his radio. "8492nd Wing! Break off and engage them now! (OOC: each wing is 20 aircraft) They're large strategic bombers! They won't be a match for our Mach 2.9 craft! Get moving and clean them up before they arrive! 'Corneria,' get the KOSO on the horn! Tell them we NEED reinforcements! Reroute those F-22s, J-20s, and Su-PAKs! I want all 120 (OOC: 2 wings of each) of them here NOW!"

20 KF-11s broke off from the main fleet, moving northeast, as the 120 other craft turned around and began their approach to the battlezone.

OOC: for the purposes of making things simpler, I am going to let Kommandoria and Prizyetsa RP my craft as they need them. In other words, they makes IC requests for airstrikes on certain targets, then RPs them doing it. All other non-assigned craft will be controlled by me, maintaining CAP or fulfilling special orders.

[The Sovietyeto]

The New Map!

[Prizyetsa]

150km from the battle
Peiterson had to make a hard descision. Declare war on a nation to help a potential ally that he didn't fully trust and break Prizyetsa's nuetrality, or go on and have to deal with the enemy alone. He wondered which would be better, but either way, he wouldn't be an admiral for long once he returned. The prospect of uniting Prizyetsi Greenland with the rest of the island was a major concern, and could be seen as a victory... Although Alaska would have to be defended. Either way, it was a hard descision to make.

"Patch me through to the whole Fløte" Peiterson ordered. "This is Admiral Peiterson. All units, prepare to launch anti ship missiles at all Sovietyeto ships, submarines, prepare for anti submarine warfare. I want sonar pingers ready to be used at imidiate notice. The more we can stall retaliation, especially from their subs, the better. I want the PPMS Grisha, PPMS Anoïn and the PPMS Ako to focus on anti air, and coordinate with eachother for optimum scanning capabilities. PPMS Ilafson, launch 2 Battle Space Electronic Warfare Aircraft to jam enemy signals, I want MiG 29s up there too, make sure nothing gets to them."

There was a flurry of action onboard the ship as all hands were called to battle stations, and sirens wailed, indicating that missiles were being armed and readied to be fired.

"All transports, best speed to Vosonje, keep the civilians safe. Kauvaran air units, I want you outfitted with Kotka hypersonic missiles. You will engage the Sovietyeto command ships, I want it at the bottom of the sea as soon as possible. After that, choose your targets at will, but try to take out as much of the fleet as possible. To all sailors, good luck, and may we all reach our homes safely. Peiterson out."

Most of the destroyers and frigates turned to starboard, preparing to fire their missiles. One by one, SS-ASM-01 missiles burst out of their launchers, and streaked over the sea towards their targets. Aircraft were being launched, and were in a holding patter above the fleet. They would fly low and launch their missiles as close to the target as possible, which would be roughly 1000m out. that would give the missiles enough time to hit their maximum speed, and destroy their targets.

The subs would attack first, using both torpedoes as well as missiles from their VLS onboard. If there were any subs around, they would be temporarily incapasitated by the sonar pingers.

Prizyetsa had entered the Darksnow War.

(OOC all missiles and most ships can be found on my storefront for more info...)

[Kauvara]

"This is Commander McCloud to the 5341st Wing F-22! I want you to divert your attention to the Sovietyetan command ship! Use those new Ingar missiles the Prizyetsi gave us! I want that thing blowing bubbles!"

"Yes, sir!" replied Ltcdr. Yohansen. Yohansen was a Prizyetsi immigrant, chosen to fly for Kauvara due to his exceptional skills. Like most Prizyetsi, he was a specialist in naval warfare, and he made sure the 5341st was as well. "All craft, we're going in!"

The 20 F-22s began their approach on the Sovietyetan fleet.

"We're taking heavy AA fire! We have to pull ba-" the pilot was cut off, his craft exploding.

"Belay that order! Stay on target!" Yohansen yelled. "This is for you, fatherland..." he whispered. The 4 remaining F-22s launched their payloads of hypersonic missiles at the Sovietyetan command ship, before exploding themselves due to the heavy AA fire.

[Scocialist Provinces]

One Aurora crashed straight into the fortress, hopefully turning the tide of battle. The men of the DSPSO were under heavy fire, but remained calm. Their enemy was almost entirely made up of grunts, as far as Shore was concerned. When Shore saw one of their men was cut down by a flamethrower, he didn't break a sweat. A frack grenade thrown into the spider hole cleared them out, only to be shot. Using the dugouts that were initially deseigned to defend the fort as cover, the elites set up their mortar and began to fire into the spider holes ahead. Munition was running out fast, and that was a problem. But, hopefully the mortar would clear out the spider holes, allowing safer passage. DSP snipers would shoot at Kommandorians in towers or bunkers, the men armed with XM8 LMGs would support the advancing commandos.


The day began to break as the sun seemed to drop from the sky. This was turning into a night fight, and a blind one at that. No lights anywhere, no emergency utilities, and clouds covered the moon and stars. The men may as well have blindfolded each other.

OoC: so now this is a three-way war?!?

[Lolzieristan]

Admiral Zelenskiy smirked as his radar indicated that the Kauvarans had taken the bait. The secrecy of Plan Kilo had paid off; a deception tactic in and of itself, it had been first invented in the United Stanian Socialist Region in the early '60s, used against Western carrier groups.

The Oscar -class submarines slipped back down into the North Sea, their payload launched: Kelt cruise missiles, obsolete by all standards. However, this was the KRM-2 version of the device, which was originally intended as a training dummy. Their transponders were set to display their cross sections as Backfire bombers, leaving the fleet in a bad shape as their primary defenses focus on the decoy, and allowing the real wing of Backfires to sweep in from the exact opposite direction, inbound from DSP-controlled Portugal. They were closing in fast and low, dodging radar as best they could, and were soon within missile range soon. They launched their payloads, Kingfisher anti-ship missiles, and banked hard right, hoping to avoid the hornets' nest they had just kicked.

[Kauvara]

"INCOMING!!!"

"All craft, pull up! Get out of the danger zone! 8492nd get back here immediately! We fell for the easiest trick in the book!"

The 60 KF-11s, 40 Su-PAKs, 40 J-20 Chengus, and 4 KF-12s pulled upward sharply, getting above the altitude of the explosion, then waited for the missiles to hit.

[Kauvara]

OOC: No, not threeway. It's Kauvara, Kommandoria, and Prizyetsa vs. Lolzieristan, DSP, and Sovietyeto. Chose to join Kommandoria for a couple reasons:
1. Sovietyeto and my treaty-bound ally were going at it, so I had to join
2. It really isn't fair to Kommandoria to engage in a 1 on 3 haha!

[Scocialist Provinces]

OOC: No, not threeway. It's Kauvara, Kommandoria, and Prizyetsa vs. Lolzieristan, DSP, and Sovietyeto.

Oh, balls. does that mean you're not on ,y side? I haven't been paying attenton to your posts, only kommandoria's.

[The Sovietyeto]

"This is Commander McCloud to the 5341st Wing F-22! I want you to divert your attention to the Sovietyetan command ship! Use those new Ingar missiles the Prizyetsi gave us! I want that thing blowing bubbles!"

"Yes, sir!" replied Ltcdr. Yohansen. Yohansen was a Prizyetsi immigrant, chosen to fly for Kauvara due to his exceptional skills. Like most Prizyetsi, he was a specialist in naval warfare, and he made sure the 5341st was as well. "All craft, we're going in!"

The 20 F-22s began their approach on the Sovietyetan fleet.

"We're taking heavy AA fire! We have to pull ba-" the pilot was cut off, his craft exploding.

"Belay that order! Stay on target!" Yohansen yelled. "This is for you, fatherland..." he whispered. The 4 remaining F-22s launched their payloads of hypersonic missiles at the Sovietyetan command ship, before exploding themselves due to the heavy AA fire.

Only two bombers fell. A few had bullet holes in them, bit it didn't phase them. The bombers were not built by idiots. No things in the Soviet military were. Perhaps toys but not the military.

As for the comman ship a series of missiles flew into the hull. A large gash was made. It was found out later that there were several gashes, the water from the seas poured inside like a cut on an artery. It was a heavy damage.

Still they had enough time for the men to escape. Over 100 men lost their lives, but the other 700 lived. Among those many was Vlad, thy had lost a ship. But they were far from losing the battle.


MEANWHILE
The Sovietyeto was sending an ambassador to check with Kuavara and Prizeyestia. They wanted them on their side...

[Prizyetsa]

OOC: No, not threeway. It's Kauvara, Kommandoria, and Prizyetsa vs. Lolzieristan, DSP, and Sovietyeto.

Oh, balls. does that mean you're not on ,y side? I haven't been paying attenton to your posts, only kommandoria's.

And mine? ;(

[Kauvara]

OOC: Don't worry, we haven't attacked you or anything. Right now, Kauvara's only interaction with the war is this:

1. Forces reroute to Kommandorian fleet
2. 40 F-22 Raptors establish CAP over Prizyetsi fleet
3. 80 KF-11s, 40 J-20 Chengus, 40 Su-PAKs, 4 KF-12s establish CAP over Kommandorian fleet
4. 20 F-22s are lost engaging the Sovietyetan fleet, but succeed in delivering a payload of hypersonic anti-ship missiles targeted towards the command ship

IC:

"Admiral Peitersen, this is Commander McCloud. Our wing succeeded in destroying the Sovietyetan command ship, but we lost the entire wing. What are your further orders?"

[Prizyetsa]

"I'm sorry to hear that... that is a shame, they were good pilots..." Peiterson replied... "Arm your aircraft with anto submarine "Hedgehog" clusterbombs. I want to get rid of those submarines..."

[Kauvara]

"I'm sorry to hear that... that is a shame, they were good pilots..." Peiterson replied... "Arm your aircraft with anto submarine "Hedgehog" clusterbombs. I want to get rid of those submarines..."

"Roger, I am transferring control of the 9376th Wing F-22 (OOC: 20 Raptors) and 1643rd Wing J-20 (20 Chengus) to you. Use them well."

OOC: Basically, they're now yours to RP with XD

[Prizyetsa]

"Thank you sir, you have my gratitude. BSEWS aircraft 1, I want the area above the joint fleets jammed, and I want it done now. BSEWS aircraft 2, prepare to guide our missiles in for the next volley."

A moment later, almost everything that could transmit have been jammed.

"Kauvaran fighters, prepare for takeoff!"

The jets lined up on the deck of the small carrier, and 2 by two, they took off, each banking away from the flight path in order to keep up the pace of launches. They flew towards the remaining Sovietyeto fleet, choose their targets with the help of the BSEWS aircraft and launched their missiles...

The subs had also locked on to surface targets, and launched their torpedoes.

(OOC damage report please... I'm off to bed after this.)

[The Sovietyeto]

The Sovietyeto declares a ceasefire for talk with Kuasava and Prizesyta. You can TP starting with the ambassadors arrival in Moscow.

[Prizyetsa]

The Sovietyeto declares a ceasefire for talk with Kuasava and Prizesyta. You can TP starting with the ambassadors arrival in Moscow.

This will require you to disengage the Kommandorian fleet, as well as any other military actions you are currently involved in.

[Kauvara]

OOC: Right, but there was just a huge volley of missiles launched at your fleet >.>

IC:

MOSCOW
SOVIETYETO
18:46 HOURS

Ambassador Richard Galnik stepped out of the Kauvaran UH-60 as it landed in Moscow. "Zdravstvuite, Mr. Galnik," a soldier said. "I will guide you to the embassy." "Thank you, soldat," Galnik replied.

Galnik entered the embassy, where sat at the table was the Sovietyetan negotiator.

Galnik began to speak. "Sir, we have entered the war on this side of Kommandoria due to your nation's aggressive moves in Greenland towards our ally, Prizyetsa. What have you to say about this?"

[Scocialist Provinces]

OoC: Can a DSP ambasador be there?

[Lolzieristan]

"Hang on, hang on!" The Admiral hit a button on the console he was standing in front of, and immediately an automated message began broadcasting on any and all radio networks within Lolzi armed forces control they could reach.

"Situation Victor-Whiskey One...", the female voice announced, lack of inflection concealing the urgency of the message. "All units are hereby ordered to only fire in self-defense; peace talks are in progress. "
"Let's hope our own men don't screw this one up!", he said partly to himself, and the men around him nodded sleepily. It was growing late in the day, and the Captain had yet to announce an end to general quarters; they had been awake for hours on end, with no end in sight to the tension.

Meanwhile, a Learjet with Lolzi Federal Government livery took off from Nikolai Beslavaky International Airport, bound for Moscow. The men aboard, experienced diplomats and equally experienced bartenders, hoped to arrive before the conference was over. They'd like to have a say in it, regardless of whether they were on the list or not.