Chrisman Union attacked! (Open, MT)

[The chrisman union]

Jeagan sighed as he heard the Moralite's distress call, "I can lend you one of our transport birds if you need it, just to get you off Ceyn quicker. Frankly I'd want to get off this godforsaken sliver of land if it wasn't my home."

******

Veldt picked up the phone, his palms sweaty out of fear of what he was about to happen to the nation he had nurtured and cared for, "Chancellor Nathaniel, your decision to nuke the Allou suburbs has...shocked us all. Nuclear war is not going to benefit any of us, especially not our people. I'd like to invite you to Teronique for peace talks so we can avert a nuclear conflict, and maybe resolve this terrible war."

[North Defese]

Nathaniel waved his hand dismissivly, chuckling softly.

"We have no intention of glassing Cyen," His tone turned firm, and he clutched the phone gently. "but we needed to make sure you took us and our goals seriously."

**

A squad of 4 Su-30 MKI's, and an escort of 2 F-35 Lightning II's streaked across the sky, heading North East from Allou towards the Vistali nuclear power plant. Maintaining a high altitude, the pilots hoped to avoid detection until their payloads could be delivered.

[Conserative Morality]

Jeagan sighed as he heard the Moralite's distress call, "I can lend you one of our transport birds if you need it, just to get you off Ceyn quicker. Frankly I'd want to get off this godforsaken sliver of land if it wasn't my home."

Decimus shook his head. "I have my orders. I'm to wait for the Moralite 'copter, and find out more about this. We'll need that transport, but not to get out of here. Not quite yet." Draco snarled at Decimus, daring to take a single step in his direction. "You'd kill us all because of the wishes of a few dozen old men, out of touch with reality and their country?" Decimus removed his CR-3 slowly. "I'd like to remind you that Senator Gaius has given me special judicial authority to deal with any threats, internal or external, that approach in this mission. Don't make yourself a threat, I'd hate to break the Army's record since it last had to perform a field execution." Draco paled yet another shade, and fell silent, stepping back subdued.

[The chrisman union]

"Of course we take you seriously," replied Veldt, "Why wouldn't we? I just want this war to come to a peaceful conclusion that will benefit both of us." Veldt put the phone down. These Defesians were odd fellows. They always turned to their weapons first, rather then negotiating and sorting out differences in a peaceful manner

An haggard looking aide entered Veldt's office, "Sir, the media folk want you to give a speech on the Ceyn situation in about 5 minutes."
"Right then," Veldt muttered, "Time to break the news to the people."


Veldt stepped up to a podium erected in front of the Sterganya, the Chrismanic parliament. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen," he began, clearing his throat, "I regret to inform you that North Defese, the nation we have been engaged in armed conflict with over the past few months, deployed a tactical nuclear weapon in Ceyn. Over 900 brave Chrismanic infantrymen, and an untold amount of innocent civilians, were killed in this act of barbarism and savagery." There were several gasps among the crowd and reporters, "This has shown us the true nature of our enemy. North Defese, with their hateful fascist ways, wants to wipe us off the map!" he paused for a few seconds for effect So, therefore, we must fully commit to this fight. We hereby stand at DEFCON 1, the highest it has ever been in Chrismanic history. We will retake Allou, we will push Defese into the sea, and we will shout in the invader's faces that they will never, ever crush our spirit!"

*****

"Oh, ok then," replied Jeagan, slightly confused, "It's good to here you're not leaving so soon."
The Ishanka Base was a hive of activity. Reinforcements from the Chrismanic reserves had been promised to arrive in 2 days, the full might of 4 carrier groups. The plan was to move and secure defensive positions in the centre line of the island, with the Vistali power plant being the focal point of the entrenchment. The plant provided power for the entire island, and its lose would be yet another crippling blow.
"Long range radar's picking up contacts," shouted a radar operator, "we've got 2 Defesian lightnings and 3...make that 4 Flanker Cs making a beeline straight for the nuke plant!"
"Do we have any Seneca fighters available?" replied Jeagan.
"A squadron of 5 planes callsign Peregrine are available, with another 4 from the same squadron rearmed in about 10 minutes."
Not good enough, thought Jeagan, "Scramble the first 5 as soon as possible, and then the rest as soon as their fueled and ready. We must delay that raid at all cost."

******

Squadron Leader William Gerome banked his Seneca to the right, through a puff of cloud. Below him, the sprawl of the Vistali nuclear plant stretched across the land, a ink blot on the normally pristine landscape. There were on the hunt for a bunch of Defesian birds, a mix of Sukhois and Lightnings, heading towards the plant. The Sukhois shouldn't be a problem, but the Lightnings will be quite the opponent. But still, once the rest of Peregrine squadron arrived this op would be a milkrun. "Peregrine lead, this is Peregrine 3, eyes on Defesian craft. Permission to engage?"
"Granted, break off and engage," replied Gerome. He flicked his missile radar on, and attempted to lock on to the lead Defesian craft. Several Air to Air missiles streaked from fellow planes, and the battle for the skies had begun.

[North Defese]

"shit!" Squadron leader Peter Andreev swore, several blips appearing on his radar screen. He yanked his plane into a steep climb, his wingmen scattering into a seemingly random pattern. Countermeasures deployed as soon as the missiles drew closer. Andreev swore as the missiles claimed one of the Flankers, the missile had slammed into the engines, causing the whole plane to explode in a hellish fireball.
It was hopeless, and Andreev knew it. He bitterly turned his squadron around, and retreated full speed towards Defesian air space.

**

12th Regiment was pushing west towards Likansk, 300 soldiers had been crammed into 43 BMP-3's, 13 T-80's and 6 T-90 tanks following close by. Several Mil Mi-28 helicopters pushed ahead of the advancing regiment, keeping an eye on the horizon.
They had met only small resistance while pushing past the suburbs, the enemy too scattered at the moment to effectively repel them.
The sun was slowly starting its descent towards the horizon, a wind started picking up from the south, the fallout from the nuke would spread northward now.

**

Nathaniel tapped his polished wooden desk impatiently, Veldt had ended the conversation before he could make any form of demand. His gaze swept across his lavish room lazily, regarding the various stolen pieces of artwork that were placed around the room with contempt.
His tapping finger moved to press down hard on a button on his desk, a small beep sounded.

"Eltsina, please put me back in touch with the Union president." He requested in a smooth voice.

"Yes Chancellor." She responded in a falsetto voice.

[Conserative Morality]

Senator Gaius recieved Veldt's speech quite positively. If there was any good time to strike, now was the time. "Flavius" He spoke to the aide beside him, who also seemed to be put in a good mood by the Unionites defiance. "Patch me through to the Chancellor. I do believe we have something to discuss." Flavius nodded respectfully. "Of course sir, right away senator-sir."

[North Defese]

Nathaniel sighed and glanced at the massive grandfather clock near the doorway, it had been a few minutes since he had last tried to contact Veldt. He leaned foward slightly when one of the phones on his desk started to ring softly, he picked it up, and spoke firmly.

"This is Chancellor Nathaniel."

"Chancellor," a light voice responded, "Moralite senator Gaius is trying to patch through."

Nathaniel sighed deeply, he had dealt with the Moralites before this war, he remembered how easily it was to launch an offensive into their very heartland, he was so close to having them in his grasp. The only reason for the pullout was a crippling economy, and of course the Moralites screamed victory, despite the war having no real outcome.

"Very wall, patch him through."

[Conserative Morality]

Nathaniel sighed and glanced at the massive grandfather clock near the doorway, it had been a few minutes since he had last tried to contact Veldt. He leaned foward slightly when one of the phones on his desk started to ring softly, he picked it up, and spoke firmly.

"This is Chancellor Nathaniel."

"Chancellor," a light voice responded, "Moralite senator Gaius is trying to patch through."

Nathaniel sighed deeply, he had dealt with the Moralites before this war, he remembered how easily it was to launch an offensive into their very heartland, he was so close to having them in his grasp. The only reason for the pullout was a crippling economy, and of course the Moralites screamed victory, despite the war having no real outcome.

"Very wall, patch him through."

"Ah, Chancellor. So glad you could take my call. You see, I've heard about your foray into foreign lands... Chrisman Unio, or something like that, and I must confess, I have a Machiavellian mind. I see an opportunity, and I take it. Quite simply, The Senate has the army on alert, the Navy, the militia, and all of our anti-ballistic missile systems. In other words, any attack on our mainland, again, will be utterly hopeless. Furthermore, the Moralite mob is... Stirred up, shall we say? You don't murder over a million civilians without backlash, may I remind you. I could tell them, with a straight face, that you looked at us funny , and we'd have a few million volunteers lining up for the army.

Have I made myself clear so far?"

[North Defese]

Nathaniel smiled grandly, and let off in his thick Defesian (russian) accent.

"Mister Senator! Your old age has given you something of a memory issue it seems. I do recall the fact we managed to lay waste to a couple of islands during the very start of the invasion, if it wasnt for a crippling economy back home, we might have been able to prove who really was bested in the conflict. I regret that we were only able to give you the challenge of a bunch of conscripts."

His smile faded, and he became serious once again.

"And I do not take threats kindly mister senator. The Defesian war machine isnt fully devoted to this conflict, I do not believe you want the Ramzi Incident all over again, only this time, you'll have more to face then a few thousand men who were pulled in from the draft.
I do not know why you put your country men in danger over a conflict that has no interest to you. I did not know your nation adopted a policy of interventionism."

[Conserative Morality]

Nathaniel smiled grandly.

"Mister Senator! Your old age has given you something of a memory issue it seems. I do recall the fact we managed to lay waste to a couple of islands during the very start of the invasion, if it wasnt for a crippling economy back home, we might have been able to prove who really was bested in the conflict. I regret that we were only able to give you the challenge of a bunch of conscripts."

His smile faded, and he became serious once again.

"And I do not take threats kindly mister senator. The Defesian war machine isnt fully devoted to this conflict, I do not believe you want the Ramzi Incident all over again, only this time, you'll have more to face then a few thousand men who were pulled in from the draft.
I do not know why you put your country men in danger over a conflict that has no interest to you. I did not know your nation adopted a policy of interventionism."

"Old age? If thirty-two is old, I suppose I really am getting out of touch with the kids today. You bombed -one- unprepared island, who had a couple dozen civilians shoot down your bombers with Stingers and beat off your conscripts with pistols and revolvers. It doesn't matter if your war machine isn't completely devoted, because whether or not you can take us on is irrelevant (You cannot, by the way), but rather, the question lingers whether you can take on two vengeful, powerful, developed island nations at once. I will be getting into contact with the Unionites, and I shall make a speech to the Moralite mob tomorrow. I give you the following demands: First, that you agree to peace conferences with the Union. Second, that you agree to pay war reparations to them. If you do not agree to these two, at the very least, you shall find yourself fighting a war on two fronts, three if you're exceptionally stupid. I leave you to your thoughts; Morality is Justice, and Justice is unyielding." Gaius hung up before the Chancellor could respond. "Flavius, see what you can do to get me in touch with the Unionites. I've a feeling this will be quite interesting if things go correctly."

[North Defese]

The Chancellor hung up his phone, and drummed his fingers against his desk. This wasn't going well. This wasn't what he envisioned.
He hung up the phone, then pulled it back, ending the connection, he dialed another number immediately.

"This is Chancellor Nathaniel Pierce. I'm ordering Defcon 2. Open the silos."

He hung up before he could be answered, and stood. He needed to show them what Defese was capable of. Maybe wiping another city off the face of the Earth would be what it would take. He had enough ships for that, didn't he?

***
Three carrier groups steamed towards the island of Ceyn, 4 Admiral Kuznetsov-class carriers, escorting them was a various assortment of Parchim class corvette's, 6 Luhu Class Destroyers, a couple of Type 45 destroyer's and one Missouri-class battleship.

Their current approach would bring them to the Nican oil cluster, where, after wiping out those, they had a clear shot to the segura refinery and Laman-Terfuta.

[The chrisman union]

Likansk had become a critical link in the Chrismanic defensive line which linked the cities of Rulanta and Laman - Terfuta, as well as Linkansk and the Vistula nuclear power plant. Likansk was being used as a forward base by the ANCUAF, with hastily erected tents lining the normally pristine hills around the town and military vehicles lined the streets. Around 300 soldiers were garrisoned in the town, along with 12 Puma IFVs and only 4 Leopard 2 MBTs. However with the influx from the ANCU's reserves reinforcements were expected within the hour to bring the forces present in Likansk up to regiment strength.

Rain had begun to fall on Likansk, but it was not normal rain. This rain sizzled as it hit the ground and building, and left red, sore blisters on the skin where it landed. When it landed in a man's mouth, it had a acidic, caustic taste and gritty quality. These showers were no doubt the after effects of the nuclear blast. About 77 soldiers from the Likansk garrison had fallen sick, of which about 22 had died from the illness in mere days. The other patients had been airlifted out to the Chrismanic carrier groups for proper treatment. Gas masks had become an essential piece of kit for the Chrismanic defenders. However, if current rates of raditation sickness continued, Likansk was going end up a radioactive dump by the end of the month.

Gregarson, one of only 25 Chrismanic soldiers to survive the battle in the suburbs, looked through his binoculars to the horizon ahead. Several Mi-24 gunships could be seen approaching the town rapidly, with the telltale dust storm of an armoured regiment following them. "Alright people, listen up!" he shouted into his radio, "We've got a bunch of Defese gunships coming at us from the south, as well as an armoured brigade following behind them. Anti tank and anti air units should set up their weapons and get ready to engage." Gregarson opened a weapons case and fished out a Mistral SAM launcher and quickly assembled and loaded it. As he aimed down the site the Mi-24s appeared bright white shapes on the weapon's infrared screen. He aimed at the lead one and waited a few second for the Mistral to lock on. "Goodnight, invader," Gregarson said as he pulled the trigger and sent the rocket on it's way. Several other rockets streamed into the air as other AA teams got missile lock on the gunships. Meanwhile Anti tank teams set up Milan missile launchers in preparation for the oncoming armoured assault.

******

Captain Matthew Jallan, commander of the Dauntless class destroyer Choullan, watched over the movement of the naval group from the bridge of his ship. Almost the entirety of the Chrisman Union's active naval reserves had been mobilized and moved to the Ceyn theatre, and a fleet consisting of 4 large De Gaulle class carriers, 12 Dauntless class destroyers like the Choullan, 1 Missouri class battleship called the CSS Allouan and around 24 small corvettes acting as supporting vessels to the big guns of the destroyers and the Allouan.
"Heads up," said Ensign Katie Lovelle, Jallan's radar operator, "a large Defesian fleet just came up on the scopes. Looks like they're heading straight for the rig cluster and striking distance of Laman - Terfuta. Should we engage?"
"This is Fleet Admiral Jamison," boomed the speakers on the bridge, "You have permission to engage the Defesian vessels. Give them hell, out."
With that order, the Choullan and the rest of the naval vessels int the fleet opened fire, targetting the Defesian carriers.

[The chrisman union]

OOC: BUMP for freedom!

[North Defese]

ooc: Are any of you still interested in this?

[North Defese]

ooc:
If we wont continue at least can we agree on an ending?