(CLOSED) Operation Imperialism

[Covone]

Minister Vonberg: "Beagen's I think you should stay in the com's room with me encase this storm gets to hazard's" Begean: "Yes sir" *He salutes*

[Krazakistan]

Colonel Mark Wilson: "Lieutenant Colonel, are you glad to fight for your country?" Lieutenant Colonel Daniel Gordan: "Well, yes of course. Shouldn't everyone be? I will be glad to fight the horrible Voctorians. I can't wait to lead my men into glorious combat." Colonel Mark Wilson: "That's the way a CO should be thinking. I can remember back when I was a 2nd Lieutenant. Hehehe. Those were the days." *Colonel Mark Wilson smiles to himself and has a moment of nostalgia*

[Covone]

The fleet begins to leave the harbor, seeping down an up from the waves. And set's out, he closest city would be The Moezonian port city of Vocluins.

[Krazakistan]

*Corporal Mathew Frederick, Sergeant Frank Jisoden, Private John Mathers, and other men in his squad are eating supper at a table in the cafeteria*
Corporal Mathew Frederick: "I'm tired, hey John what time is it?" *Private John Mathers looks at his wrist even though there wasn't a watch on it* Private John Mathers: "How the fuck should I know? Ask someone with a watch." *Corporal Mathew Frederick rolls his eyes* Corporal Mathew Frederick: "Hey sarge, what time is it?" *Sergeant Frank Jisoden looks at his watch* Sergeant Frank Jisoden: "It is 2200. Wow, I think I'm gonna go hit the hay." *He gets up puts his plate away and walks out of the cafeteria.* Corporal Mathew Frederick: "I'm gonna join him. I'm tired and I just want to sleep." *He gets up puts his plate away and walks back to the barracks* Private John Mathers: "And I'm all alone." *He signs* "Great. Fuck it, I'm just gonna go to sleep." *Private John Mathers gets up, puts his plate away and walks towards the barracks*

[Covone]

After several day the solders and Crewmen wake up to the sound of people laughing and screaming, car horns and other sign's of life. The fleet had entered the Mazonian Sea port. Minister Vonberg: *yells over the Intercom* "Get up, Let's get of this boat fu-Mumbles"

[Covone]

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[Voctora]

As the, Ship's lay in the harbor. The morning air was crisp, A light force set off, from the Island of Goveche, they had four Junkers Ju-52 bombers and eight Messerschmitt Bf-109's. As the planes approached they, made preparations to nose dive and unleash 65 pound tip bomb's. The Junkers were preparing for a enemy air raids, this was going to be known as the first of many assaults on Covonian naval vessels.

[Krazakistan]

*Corporal Mathew Frederick, Sergeant Frank Jisoden, Private John Mathers, and other men that were aboard the transport ships had left to go to the local taverns and brothels.* *Corporal Mathew Frederick, Sergeant Frank Jisoden, Private John Mathers, and some other men in their unit were in a tavern. They were laughing, smiling, talking, cracking jokes, and flirting with women*
*Private John Mathers walks up to a young Moezonian women* Private John Mather: "How about we go to the bathroom and you pull the trigger on my gun?" *The women gasps and slaps him* Corporal Mathew Frederick: "You're not gonna get any pussy doing that!" Private John Mathers: "Fuck off!" *Private John Mathers walks back and sits down on a bar stool next to Corporal Mathew Frederick and Sergeant Frank Jisoden* Corporal Mathew Frederick: "Hey sarge, you wanna show him how it's done?" Sergeant Frank Jisoden: "Not right now, I just wanna drink this cold beer and relax."

[Covone]

The Minister and Begean were the only few on the ship most of the crewmen had to be outside on the dock, to resupply the ship.

[Voctora]

As the Bf-109's drew closer they split off into two squadrons of four. they right squad turns and heads towards the back row of transport's. Two of them do a sharp turn and start for a diving motion Pilot 1: "Drop'em!" As the bombs fell lightining the load of the planes the quickly turn up and try to find their squadron. Junker pilot 1: *turns his head* "Fuck he past over them!" Junker pilot 2: "Just unleash the pay load in the harbor!" The Junker's drop their bombs over the harbor. the second Squadron start' their nose dive dropping two bombs, the 109's start firing at anything that moved on the harbor.

[Krazakistan]

*Sergeant Frank Jisoden hears the bombs and stands up* Sergeant Frank Jisoden: "You guys hear that shit? It's a fucking air raid!" *The other men are surprised at what they hear* Corporal Mathew Frederick: "What do we do sir?* *unslings Gewehr 43* Private John Mathers: "There's nothing we can do now. *Walks next to the door and picks up his Browning 1919A6* Unless you want me to take some pot shots at 'em with this beast"
Sergeant Frank Jisoden: "No, it would be best to stay back here in the city. If the Voctorians were smart, they would know that the Moezonians hate 'em so they wouldn't drop bombs on the city." Corporal Mathew Frederick: "That makes me feel much better sir..... God, I kinda feel sorry for the poor Covone sailors on their ships."

[Covone]

Minister vonberg: *Listens to static on the radio* "Begeans go check outside has the supplies arrived yet?" Begean opens the door and walks on to the deck Beagen:"No si-" Before he could finish one of the tip bombs pierces through the deck and explodes directly above the Krazakistan cargo, causing all the ammunition to go off. Minister vonberg: "Beagen's!" before he could act in time, the explosion hurls, flames onto the men are jumping into the water with blood curling screams, as their flesh roasted by the flames.

[Voctora]

The planes swiftly turn around before they could encounter a opposing force.

[Krazakistan]

*The sound of gunfire and bombs exploding stopped* Sergeant Frank Jisoden: "Sounds like the raid is over. We should head back to the ships."
Corporal Mathew Frederick: "Sounds like a plan. Saddle up we're heading back to the ships!"
*All the men gather their equipment and begin to walk through the streets headed towards the docks* Corporal Mathew Frederick: "Damn, I can see the smoke from here. I wonder how many ships were hit." Private John Mathers: "Probably not that many... 3 maybe 4 at most. This raid didn't last that long and I heard a few bombs go off in the water." Corporal Mathew Frederick: "I hope so."
*They keep walking until they see the harbor. They looked, in awe and shock, at burning oil in the water and dead charred bodies floating in the water*
*They talk while walking*
Sergeant Frank Jisoden: "Looks like only 4 ships were hit. Three are severely damaged and one of them is sinking. Damn."
Corporal Mathew Frederick: "Thank god they didn't hit the battleship." *Private John Mathers sniffs a few times* Private John Mathers: "Oh god, you can smell the burning bodies from here." Corporal Mathew Frederick: "Get used to it, you're gonna smell it a lot when we get in the shit."
Sergeant Frank Jisoden: "And that's only a few days away Corporal." Corporal Mathew Frederick: "Which island are we going to fight on anyways?"
Sergeant Frank Jisoden: "That would be the island of Goveche, it's a little bit out in the sea from where we're at Corporal."
Private John Mathers: "Amphibious landings, oh boy." Sergeant Frank Jisoden: "Quit gripping, it's not that bad."
*The men continue to walk until they are waiting in the docks and begin to look at the carnage*

[Covone]

Ulrik Gosch: "Oh Gott helfen zu helfen!" Paul Faulence: "Mein Fuß Gott, warum es weh tut!" Several sailors are crying in agony, many try to extinguish the fire, as others are shocked and confused on what just happened.

[Krazakistan]

*Sergeant Frank Jisoden is searching throug the very large group of Krazakistan soldiers for Colonel Mark Wilson* Sergeant Frank Jisoden: "Hey! Does anyone know where the Colonel is!" Colonel Mark Wilson: "I'm right here Sergeant, all the battalion CO's are fine. I wish we could say the same about the Covonian sailors."
*A Covonian transport ship that was unharmed in the air raid drops a ramp and lot's of Krazakistan soldiers begin to file on to the ship until the ship is full. This process is repeated until all the Krazakistan soldiers are on ships that weren't damaged, about five ships.*

[Covone]

*A young Minister walks up* Minister Kalck: *He re adjusts his Sesten* " It appears, the enemy found us, I will let you know that Minister Vonberg is dead, so that leaves me in charge and well, I Blieve we should start for the closest Island. Now I know about the loss of transports, however these soldiers could wait for more to be sent from Covone, however I will be stricter then the last minister...any mistakes will lead in... death everyone to your positions you will have time to morn the loss later" *The Minister walks away*

[Krazakistan]

Colonel Mark Wilson: "As it turns out minister there is enough room on these transport ships to accommodate the men in my unit, and the other units. *He clears his throat* We are going to go to the island of Goveche. It's not that far from here. We will go their with naval support since it is quite clear that there is a enemy presence on that island."

[Covone]

Later as the fleet regrouped they set off, After a night of travel, all men are woken up by a siren.

[Krazakistan]

*Colonel Mark Wilson speaks through a loud speaker* Colonel Mark Wilson: "Everybody get your gear and your equipment and report on deck and find your company CO's!"
*Hundreds of men on the ship get dressed and put their gear on. They knew this was the day they began the war against Voctora. The day they saw Voctorian men in combat at the island of Goveche. Some men were eager, some were scared. Once they assembled on deck they found their CO's.*
Lieutenant Colonel Daniel Gordan: "All right men, now that you are assembled I will go over what will happen. First you will assemble into your companies, then platoons, then squads. Second, you will be assigned tasks to do by your company commander, then you will go onto your landing craft. Now move out!"
*The men began to move out and assemble into companies then platoons then squads* *Corporal Mathew Frederick, Sergeant Frank Jisoden, Private John Mathers, and other men in the company gathered around the company CO, Captain Ryan Smith* Captain Ryan Smith: "Okay men, we will be going over the side into the LVT's, or Amtrac. Then Covonian Navy will begin a 3 hour long bombardment before the drivers take us to the beach. Once we secure the beachhead we move into the Juniper forest and secure an area and call it our FOB. Everyone understand this? *Then men yelled in unison* "Yes Sir!" Captain Ryan Smith: "Understood, over the side!"
*The men go over the side climbing down a rope cargo ladder down onto the LVT's. Then, the Covonian Bismark-class battleships (all 6 of them) opened fire and began the 3 hour long constant bombardment. The Covonian Yorktown-class aircraft carriers (all 3) launched a CAP made up of 60 Focke-Wolf 190's.*

[Voctora]

Before, any landing crafts deployed, seventy five Fw-190's set off, as Voctorian soldiers entered spider holes, pill boxes, and bunkers also caves and underground tunnels, several Hizer 88 anti air/artillery pieces. Snipers decided to open fire on unconcealed men on the ship's, they were using, Mosennagant's with a 5x 70 optic.

[Krazakistan]

*The ship began to take some small arms fire from the shore, but it wasn't very effective since the transport ships were about 5 miles off shore*
*The Covonian naval ships (6 Bismark-class battleships, 7 Admiral-class destroyers, and 4 Allen M Sumner-class destroyers) opened fire on the shore*
*Corporal Mathew Frederick, Sergeant Frank Jisoden, Private John Mathers, and 27 other men finished climbing down the rope cargo ladder and were in an Amtrac and trying to talk to each other over the sound of the naval gunfire. * Corporal Mathew Frederick: "GOD DAMNIT! MY HEARS WON'T STOP RINGING! DAMNIT!" Private John Mathers: "WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR A FUCKING THING!" Sergeant Frank Jisoden: "WILL YOU BOTH SHUT UP? LOOK AT THE COVONIAN NAVY TEAR THE VOCTORIANS A NEW ASSHOLE!"
*They all looked at the shore of the island, they were happy and laughing at all the explosions going off on shore*
Sergeant Frank Jisoden: "THAT IS WHY I LOVE THE NAVY!" Corporal Mathew Frederick: "I CAN'T WAIT TO GET SOME! HEY DRIVER! *He slaps the trap door leading to the drivers compartment* WHEN ARE WE GOING TO FUCKING LEAVE FOR THE SHORE? I'M GETTING TIRED OF STAYING AT THE SIDE OF THIS SHIP!" *The driver opens the trapdoor, stands up, and turns to face him* Amtrac driver: "THREE FUCKING HOURS! WE WILL LEAVE ONCE THE BOMBARDMENT IS OVER!"
Sergeant Frank Jisoden: "PRIVATE! LOAD THAT .30 CAL! *Private John Mathers grabs a 200 round ammo belt that was wrapped around his chest and loads his Browning 1919A6. Sergeant Frank Jisoden loads his M1A1 Thompson, Corporal Mathew Frederick loads his Gewehr 43, and all the other men in the Amtrac load their weapons.*

[Orvius]

Meanwhile, a small armored Higgins boat pulls up on the other side of the island, undetected by the forces of Covone and Krazakistan. Several foot-soldiers in dark green flora camo and OD steel helmets holding vz. 33s rifles, 35M rifles, Winchester Model 1897s, and Vickers-Berthiers LMGs running as fast as they could into the nearby spruce and pine forest, still under-the-radar.
"Turn right 20 W... go 48 meters NW..." mutters Sgt. Živković under his breath.
"Are you sure you know where the hell you are going?" Pvt. Blažević yells from the back of the squadron.
"Shut your shit filled mouth Blažević. I know where we're going..." grunts Sgt. Živković, deeply focused.
That shuts up the private, and soon enough he finds the foliage covered, hidden bunker.
"Well here it is boys." snorts Sgt. Živković, pleased with himself.
"Now we're puttin' on the ritz! Can't wait to blow up some Greaseballs on that thing!" Pvt. Blažević shouts pointing at the rows of M2 Medium Tanks, and Sd.Kfz. 251/1s lined up inside.
"Yeah. It pays to be on open borders with Voctora... Oh, and there isn't a fuckin' chance you're getting to ride on those... You're going on foot private."
Chuckles are shared over a disappointed Pvt. Blažević.
"Alright, enough clowin' around boys... Marjanović, call in to base to send in the other goons. It's time we gave those fuckers a licking'!"
Cheers are heard through out the hidden bunker and Cpl. Marjanović calls in for the ambush.

[Voctora]

The 88's fired at the Am-tracks and cruisers, A small group of Soldiers raced over to meet the Orvius Soldiers

[Orvius]

Upon meeting, Sgt. Živković greets the Voctora squadron's highest ranking commander.
Sgt. Živković: "Hey there boys, this is Sergeant Živković of the C.V. Fifth Amphibious Reconnaissance Corps. I ho-"
Živković gets cut off by II Cpl. Čeh, fresh off the radio.
[b]II Cpl. Čeh: "Sir! Air Support is closing in!"
The Sergeant slams his palm into his forehead, cursing.
Sgt. Živković: "SHIT! NOT YET! Call those assholes and tell em' that the Greaseballs coming up will see that coming A FUCKING MILE AWAY."
Dozens of Messerschmitt Me-262s and Messerschmitt Me-163 litter the sky, circling like vultures, looking for the (now far away) enemies.
II Cpl. Čeh fumbles with the radio.
Sgt. Živković: "For gods sake kid! Give me that!"
Sgt. Živković grabs the radio and shouts at the Airforce, screaming insults. Meanwhile, armored land vehicles line the trees, shrouded by the pine's shade, camouflaged and out of sight.