Problems in the Pacific (MT/IC/CLOSED)

[Macedonian Grand Empire]

Raven Flight 1-2-3
"Base we are detecting 2 additional flights of Bandits approaching the designated area. One is comprised of 2 planes. Speed and radar returns indicates they are Padnakian Mig 25 foxbats while the others are around 35 to 45 planes. They are on intercept course. Should we move behind them?"
"Raven 1 take your flight behind them in attack position but do not fire unless they fire first am I clear?"
"Sir yes sir. Raven 1 out" With that said the 3 F 44 went hard right in order to come up behind the larger formation.
"Attention all aircraft. We are scrambling reinforcements towards you. All carriers in the vicinity. Launch aircraft to assist our guys in the air."
On the ground at diamond harbor AFB a rush of activity was seen. As 20 F 22, 20 F 15 and 30 F 16 were being prepared for take off the base command decided to send in a special communiqué requesting war time deployment of troops planes and ships to the islands due to the volatile situation in the region.
As the planes were leaving the runways the base launched additional planes for air defense operations. The base had in the air 10 F 15 and 10 F 16 on Combat air Patrol

Diamond Harbor Imperial Aleutian islands
Captain Fred Turner was slowly walking up one of the catwalks in the Submarine pens of the base that lead to one of the submarines based there. A Vihor class SSBN of the imperial navy. She had 40 missile tubes all armed with the paladin missiles armed with Trinity warheads. Captain Turner was a 175 cm tall person with a carrier in the imperial navy that spanned for 10 years. He was given command of the Vihor class last year and this would be his 3th patrol with it. Going inside he took a look around him at the final preparations for them to get underway. He would be on patrol with another of the vihor classes.
"Situation report?"
"Reactors up and running no problems"
"Weapons ready. We have 22 Trinity warheads and 20 Nimbus warheads. 44 Type 90 torpedoes"
"Sonar and LADAR up and operational"
"Good. lets take it for a ride shall we? All ahead 5 knots as we exit the harbor. XO with me on the tower."
Going outside the two friends were looking at the large harbor as the sailors on the other ships saluted the submarines as they passed. It will be a high risk operation and they were chating while they could before operational objectives took place. The imperial navy was going to respond to the glove it got tossed its way.

Imperial Ministry of foreign affairs Kristijanopolis
receiving the telegram the Minister comprised one as a direct response
To: Padnaki Office of Foreign Affairs
From: Antonio Vorchevski Minister of Foreign affairs of the Macedonian Grand Empire
First let me be direct with you on some things. The empire never stands silent when its men are killed in any kind of situation. Not to mention in a situation where they were sent to investigate and see how they can help people in need. We as a nation are greatly displeased with what has happened and demand that at once the bodies of the dead crewmembers and the survivor to be transported to diamond harbor. Once that is done we can discuss other matters of importance. You letter have been sent to further deliberation to the imperial high command and the relevant authorities.

Imperial Samoil Class battlecruiser Vardar
"Admiral. Orders from HQ to divert to Diamond Harbor. At present speed it will take us around 10 days to arrive."
"Good set course. Lets get ready for whatever awaits us.

Imperial Grand Palace Kristijanopolis
Due to the massively deteriorating situation between Vancon and Padnak and added with the downing of an imperial aircraft the high command had a meeting with the emperor about the situation. Overviewing the situation was done.
"So what are the probable courses of action?" was the question from the emperor.
"Sir, we have a base in the Aleutian islands around 500 km from the disputed territory. The islands should be capable to support an army deployment of around 1.5 million people in case we decide to intervene. For now I support sending a force of 300.000 troops. 12 full armored divisions.5600 tanks. The islands must be protected. We can deploy troops in around 2 weeks." were the words of the army chief of Staff Grand Marshal Mihail Apostolov
"Good. Prepare for deployment. I want the islands kept in our control in case this all blows over our heads. Grand Admiral?"
"The imperial navy has already deployed one of our samoil class battlecruisers that is already on its way. We are preparing another 3 carrier groups for deployment in the area. All will be comprised of Nimitz class carriers. Primary operation will be the defense of the islands."
"Approved. Grand Marshal of the airforce?"
"The imperial airforce is preparing to deploy the army and assist the defense. We are already preparing several flights of F 44 to move in and reinforce the base."
"Do it. gentlemen I do not need to stress how important is that we keep those islands. Dismissed."

[Congreveopia]

Defence Command:

“Sir, this might be of interest.” said an officer, passing Smith a tablet.

Smith looked at it. It had images from the Eagle class satellites of ships heading towards Vancon’s territory from Padnak. He flipped through the photos, arriving at one from a sentinel class satellite.

“Those aren’t military.” he said.

“Yessir.” said the officer “But if they were civilian I don’t see why they’d be going there.”

“Alright.” said Smith “Have Johnsen take a look and order them away.”

CRN Valkarie:

The rotors roared as two attack helicopters started to lift into the air. The lead pilot slammed shut his cockpit, and ran through the final checklist. A couple minutes later, he was cleared for departure and the attack helicopters lifted off the deck.

“This is Razor flight, we are departing to investigate unregistered civilian boating intruding on Vanconian territory, ETA to target… two hours forty seven minutes, fifteen minute error depending on wind.”

[Padnak]

Tagrill and Son's Marine Construction Flotilla, Vanconian Territorial Waters

The convoy of five civilian boats was making good progress towards Corthina and, in a last minuet modification to this phase of operation constrictor, was set to arrive under the cover of darkness. Night had already started to fall and the convoy was around 20 miles away from their destination. In the wheelhouse of the lead ship the boats captain, an elderly civilian man named Tanusorn Charoenkul who worked for Tagrill and Son's Marine Construction, stood hunched over the glowing control panels drinking heavily from a polished hip flask. He had been pulled into the operation by virtue of his employment with a government front company, and while he was both a patriot and aware of the true nature or his employment, he was still uneasy about the whole thing. To maintain the ruse the Padnaki army rangers and all of their weapons were being stored below deck, giving the boats no direct defense. Two TU-95's armed with long rang heavy anti ship missiles where lurking just outside of Vanconian waters and were in constant communication with the landing group. The TU-95's would engage any hostile ships that tried to give the flotilla trouble. The Scud launch phase of the plan called for complete stealth until the missiles were dug in and could launch, after which the Padnaki Army Rangers would hold onto the island at all costs in hopes of luring the Vanconian marines away from their home islands.

PCAM Strike Group "Crouching Cobra", Western Vanconian Oil Fields, Vancon Territorial Waters

Cutting through the waves, the rust covered and sea gull infested fishing trawler "Strait Lady II" was making excellent progress. It had been requisitioned specifically for the operation, and was now crewed entirely by Padnak's best. This phase of Operation Constrictor was going to take effect just before the landing on Casttelo and, if all whent according to plan, would severally cripple Vancon's ability to supply itself with oil and gas. The oil field was small, with only a few rigs, so it was deemed feasible that a force of 50 PCAM in zodiacs and armed with plastic explosives could destroy it. The rigs themselves were far enough away from Pandak to no longer warrant any sort of defensive armament, which would hopefully make the PCAM's job easier.

Main Landing Force, H̄in s̄ī dả keāa Military Base, H̄in s̄ī dả keāa Island, Republic of Padnak Territorial Waters

Never had Major General Diep Dinh Thanh in his long years of military service seen such a storm of men and equipment as he saw in the central staging area at H̄in s̄ī dả keāa Military Base on the last day before the attack. The Padnaki marines were loading some of Padnak's best equipment; Type 69-IIB/C main battle tanks, PT-76 amphibious light tanks, BMP-2Vs and Type 653 ARVs, to name a small portion, into the waiting bowls of the landing ships. The marines themselves were excited and it seemed as if the air itself was filled with a pulsating energy. The landing was going to involve all of Padnak's military landing craft and a large portion of its fleet which would be providing cover and support for the landing. The more heavily armored Polnocny-class landing ships would lead the operation and deliver the vanguard forces comprised of armored units and PCAM forces. This Vanguard force would land at the military base on the south side of the island, while a larger force would land on the north and east sides of the island and would move to assist the vanguard force while also digging in a large number of light anti aircraft weapons. It was hoped that the military base, which judging from reconnaissance information was undermanned, could be taken easily and would then serve as the main FOB for Padnaki forces on the island. The main objective of this entire operation was not to gain territory, but to instead gain a bargaining chip with which the disputed territory would be able to be claimed by Padnak without Vanconian interference. The plan B for if the Vanconians didn't want to play ball was to use the island as a launch site for tactical ballistic missiles and long range land based anti ship missiles.

[Congreveopia]

Razor flight, over the PCAM strike group:

The helicopters cruised along above the sparse clouds at 10,000 feet. They were just coming up on the nearest ship.

“Alright, I should be right above him now.” said Razor One’s pilot “See anything, Jim?”

“It’s a ship.” said his gunner Jim, flipping through various overlays “I think there’s movement on deck, but we need to get lower to tell.”

“Record everything, and keep watching it.” said the pilot “We get one shot at this. If we go down there and see a fishing boat, we can’t board and search them. We need evidence that something is militarised before we order them to turn around.”

“I know.” said the gunner “Everything’s recording, let’s go.”

The helicopters pulled left and flew a long helix to descend while staying hidden in the darkness of night, at 1,000 feet they leveled off in front of the ship a mile away and charged forward. At 200 mph, they roared over the waves (not being equipped with the latest in noise-reducing blades), and reached the ship in less than 20 seconds. The lead pilot slowed and climbed as he approached the ship, hovering just in front of it and thirty feet above the deck, while the second helicopter deliberately overflew it, taking sweeping pictures of the deck, and hovered at 100 feet above the deck behind it.

If the helicopters see anything suspicious, this message is sent:

Attention unidentified vessel, you are inside Vanconian waters, and are suspected of having intent to damage Vanconian assets in the area. You are to immediately change course to three three zero, and proceed out of Vanconian waters. We will escort you to the border.

[Padnak]

Republic of Padnak Territorial Waters

The defense of the Padnaki islands was a complicated one, full of hard points, trenches and minefields, and against a landing was quite formidable. However, out on the blue seas surrounding those islands, it was a different story. The Krazerian intelligence service had tipped off the Padnaki military that a large DEN fleet and a smaller Congreveopian fleet was going to enter the disputed territory. The Padnaki navy already had a number of its best ships in the area and these were hastily recalled to the defensive line of islands along the edge of Padnaki territory where they would be protected by the land based ASM's and SAMs stationed slightly deeper in Padnaki territory. These fleets presented a problem: the Congreveopian fleet could turn around and intercept the main landing force, while the DEN fleet could use its aircraft and long range cruise missiles to engage the Scud landing forces. The pair of TU-95's that had been covering the Scud landing had already been issued orders to engage the DEN ships with long range missiles and after a few moments during which missiles were armed, two Kh-22 missiles fitted with powerful conventional warheads started flying towards the DEN fleet.

Battle Group Lm ræng, Padnak Territorial Waters

Having been called back to the protective cover of the Padnaki islands and all looked to be going well, when suddenly one of the ships in the battle group, a Koni-class named Jalan, picked up what looked to be missiles on its radar. Moments latter the Julan erupted in a great fireball as the aforementioned missiles struck her grey side. Because of the extreme range at which the missiles were engaging without any sort of local AWAC capability the majority were shredded by the battle groups close in weapons systems, apart from those that had struck the unlucky Koni of coarse

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

"Sir, we've got two missiles inbound. They're heading right towards us. We still haven't put our planes under the deck, but we can still shoot the missiles down and launch a few of our own." The corporal reported to Rogers, who was checking the radar with the corporal. He squinted, and saw the blips on the radar screen. Perfect. They were airborne, which meant that it was slightly easier to bring down.

"Arm the defenses. Don't let it get to us." Rogers ordered, and stepped back to let the Master Gunnery Sergeant do his job. The first thing that was ordered was for the long range 35mm proximity burst CIWS, which SHOULD bring down the missiles before hand. The next thing that was ordered was for the next CIWS, the 20mm miniguns, that was short range. Finally, the APS was deployed, and the missiles were inbound. The first missile was destroyed by the 35mm proximity burst, and the second one was destroyed by the CIWS. "Launch retaliation MRFs. Now."

Four MRFs began to take off from the carrier, armed with an anti ship missile each. This was a sea skimming Mach 7 missile that was very, very deadly. It could bypass CIWS, but it could also bypass naval radar BECAUSE of it's under the radar hit.

[Organized States]

The Vigilant, Earth Orbit
"Sir, I have detected a launch of Anti-Ship missiles being fired from DEN's Battlegroup." Yelled the young OSAF lieutenant.
"Give me direction and heading" yelled Air Force Colonel Thomas Ellsworth. Thomas was the older brother of James Ellsworth, the President of the OS. Thomas had always had more of a sense of uniformity than his younger brother. Thomas chose the Air Force, James chose Politics after his 6 year commitment was up.
"Bearing 5832, heading towards the group of Padnaki ships spotted earlier."
"Direct RAVEN 5 for ISR over the area, and alert the Strike Group".
"What Sat did you detect it on?"
"None sir, a Global Hawk detected it and Liberty Star redirected to us."

[Vancon]

Around the wreck of the Oil Rig, all was surprisingly silent. What was once an intense warzone had now become a peaceful collective of ruined machinery and oils. The three ships had pulled along side of the sunken hull of the rig and waited. They had been told to engage all enemy forces in the area but seeing as there wasn't any now, their mission was moot. All the fuel they used to get overhere was useless, and with Vancon's diminishing reserves, this had a far greater impact to the military planners back on the mainland over the dead citizens. Aboard the ships, the main topic of the sailors on board was why did the Padnakis cause this.

Why did they kill our tugs? Why are they so barbaric? Why must they cause suffering?

Because of this unanimous hatred of their enemy, these men and women were pumped to avenge their fallen comrades. But they couldn't, since there was nobody left. The task-force's CO sent a report back to the 9th TDF and was replied to immediately. 9th TDF had been ordered to return back to the Vanconian home islands for a refit, seeing as they've been out at sea for a few months now. Normally, all ships are serviced at the main shipyards on Assach but these were currently occupied. Also, it had been rumored amongst the sailors that the armaments of this fleet would be significantly upgraded. However, a more pressing matter was that there was a large convoy that had been spotted to the west of Castello under the name of a construction firm. Since the loss of their oil rig, the Vanconian High Command has been extremely paranoid of any and all ships that are not bearing Vanconian colours. They wanted a fleet in the area so that if it does turn out that something is happening, there would be someone to help.

Elsewhere, 2nd Foreign Legion

Upon recieving the newest intel from the VHC, a man stood up from his chair. This man looked like an old deck hand on a tuna boat, but he couldn't be any more different. He was the captain of one of Vancon's most prized possesions, The Calypso's Slave. It was a battleship like no other, similar to those of legend such as the mighty Bismark and Yamato of their respective times. Her hull was very think, sportting a 12'' hull to go alongside her 8 three barreled cannons. She was quite slow because of this, but she was not a snail. It was fitted with the best that Vancon had to offer and as such they had to have a captain worthy of this post. This man's name was Motya Aleksandr, named after one of the greatest commanders of history, Alexander the Great. But the The Calypso's Slave was not alone. She was just the Flagship of the main offensive fleet in Vancon's arsenal. Along side her, there were anti-missile cruisers, destroyers and even aircraft-carriers. Regardless, the fact that Captain Alexandr's fleet was being called back worried the wizened old man. This meant that there was a real threat that endangerd his nation. Therefore, Motya's heart pounded in impatience as he ordered his fleet to go at full speed back to the mainland to help in the defense of Vancon.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

The Seahawks flew off the carrier's deck, propelled by their powerful engines to amazing speeds. The carriers eventually got out of sight of the MRFs, and the Hawk was seen by both the Seahawks and the radar, and the Anti air missiles shot off from the carriers, flying straight towards the enemy's intel gatherers, two Mach 6 missiles escaping the launchers and flying off into the sky.

[Organized States]

The Octagon, Fairford S.A.D., Commonwealth of Organized States
"So what has happened in the Past 24 hours?" Asked President Ellsworth
"Mr. President, we have to assume that the Padnaki Navy and DEN have taken extreme casualties after their short barrage of missiles at each other." said Admiral Greenhurst, the director of the Defensive Intelligence Agency.
The President looked at the Secretary of State, Jackson Calder and said "Whose side do we support?"
"Publicly, we have not chosen a side. However, the current policy of the Organized States is that the disputed waters are apart of Vancon."
"Then announce our support for Vancon. Admiral, what are the options for actions against the Padnakis?"
"Sir, I could have a strike package running against the Padnaki Navy and against the Air Base at Urthan."
"Do it."
OSS Woodrow, 200 miles from Urthan Air Base
"Reaper flight cleared for launch."
"Roger that control. Good to go, Zip?" said Trash.
"Good to go."
Trash flashed the yellow shirt the customary salute as his F-35C was catapulted of the front of the OSS Woodrow. His flight was the last of the 12 to take off that day. The massive strike consisted of 6 F-35Cs providing air cover, another 6 F-35Bs from the Marines flying wild weasel, 12 RQ/B-47C (X-47C) carrying the first round of the strike package against Urthan Air Base, a flight of 4 EA-18Gs jamming enemy radar, and an E-2 Hawkeye AWACS.
"Reaper flight, continue flight path to cover Hunter Flight on their approach run." Said the Air Boss on the E-2.
"Affirmative, Reaper 1-1 copies. Reaper 2 got that?"
"Yes, sir. Continuing flight path to cover Hunter."
20 minutes later, 10 miles from Urthan Air Base
"Reaper flight" said the air boss, "I have a flight of 2 MiG-21s returning from a CAP. Their flight path will put them directly over the flight path of Hunter. Marking them on your HMD now."
Trash watched as a large amount of information accumulated in his Helmet Visor. It gave everything from speed, heading, to standard loadouts and manufacturing data. He looked down towards his cockpit display and it gave the computer's suggestion for a clean BVR kill with the AIM-120D.
"Zip, Fox Three, got it?"
"Roger Trash, well aren't we popular today. We already have two bandits."
"You got it, Zip. On my mark, 1,2,3. Fox Three."
"Fox Three."
"Reaper flight, I'm reading good hits on that one. Congratulations."
"All flights be advised, this is Hunter Flight, we are beginning our attack run." Said the Drone Pilot in a nearly, monotone voice.
"Reaper Flight! The 2 EA-18Gs, callsign Rattler flight have been jumped by a group of 5 MiG-29s. I'm patching you through." Yelled the Air Boss.
"Reaper 1-1, this is Rattler 1-2, I've got two MiGs on my ass. I need some help down here now, it's a Furball!"
"Rattler 2, where is your wingman?" asked Trash as he and Zip pushed their F-35Cs into supersonic.
"Rattler 1 ejected. I saw two chutes."
"Trash, I've got three of those MiGs returning to base."
"Leave them, Hunter flight is out of the area and they already hit their fuel tanks, runways, and the hangars. There will be nothing left for those 29s to return to."
"Someone get this guy off me!" Yelled Rattler 2.
"Hold on Rattler. I'm waiting for a heater lock on this guy!"
The MiG-29 Pilot quickly realized he was being targeted and pulled back on the stick doing a tail slide and putting himself behind Trash and Zip.
"Trash, He's locking on to me with a heater!" Yelled Zip.
"Break left! Break Left! I'll hit him when he follows."
"I sure hope this works!"
The MiG Pilot, according to plan, followed Zip, a rookie mistake. Trash opened up with the GAU-22/A. Streaks of White, hot 25mm shells tore through the air towards the Padnaki MiG. Trash saw the hits of the tracer shells on his wings as he yelled "Guns, Guns, Guns!".
Trash continued firing. More and More tracers pored into the right wing of the Padnaki fighter until it flew off in a epic end to this Ariel tango.
"Trash, I sure owe you one for that one." Zip said.
"If it wasn't for you guys, We would be a Growler Barbacue. Drinks are on me and my WSO when we get back to port." Said Rattler 2.
"All flights, return to the carrier." Said the Air Boss.
55,000 feet above Urthan, Padnak
The RQ-4 Global Hawk watched the Padnaki Air Force Firefighters scramble to control the damage will continuing on its secret mission.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

Organized states, you have to stop godmodding. Seriously. And actually post, not just dialogue. Honestly, if that doesn't happen, I'm ignoring your posts regarding me.

[Organized States]

Organized states, you have to stop godmodding. Seriously. And actually post, not just dialogue. Honestly, if that doesn't happen, I'm ignoring your posts regarding me.

Look man, I'm sorry. I'm still very new to the whole RP thing. This is my first RP. Like ever. I'm still working on this is in a way where I can express my actions without saying, "F-35 moves here and kills everything". I really admire everyone's patience here and RP skills. Thanks for putting up with me.
Edit: Padnak, go ahead and delete this considering it's on the IC thread.

[Padnak]

Bomkara military base, Bomkaradei Military district, Republic of Padnak Territorial Waters

Bomkara military base was quite interesting as far as military facilities in Padnak were concerned. The base had originated as a fort built by the British and had been substantially added onto until the sprawling complex of grey cement and metal buildings engulfed a five kilometer radios around the original fort. The original fort had been built on a large hill overlooking the mouth of Bomkaradei harbor, along the side of which the base was located, and was an intimating structure. Used mostly as a prison in its old age, Bomkara fort was the current holding area for the downed Macedonian. The downed Macedonian had been flown to the base by helicopter and after getting enough medical attention to stop him from bleeding to death had been put in a stone walled cell in the fort under the continued suspicion by the soldiers of the base that he might be a Vanconian spy. It was only once the Padnaki high command had been notified did the Macedonian get moved to a disused barracks building and given as much food as he could eat while the Office of Foreign Affairs arranged for a pow transfer.

Semho island, Republic of Padnak territorial waters

In the humid temperatures of Padnak the bodies of downed Macedonian crew would bloat and rot if they were not retrieved quickly. The soldiers based on Semho island had spent the better part of a day trying to extricate them from the wreckage and in accordance with local customs had moved them to a shady covered area outside the barracks facing towards the rising sun. Normally such gestures were reserved for Padnak forces if the flow of war allowed for it, but after being notified that the aircraft they had shot down was non hostile the Semho island forces deemed that they were necessary. In the ever extreme heat even the shade offered no protection to the bodies so after a day or so laying on their sides, they were moved into a dilapidated fish storage building which had large refrigeration unit that run from a noisy diesel engine near the shore.

Office of Foreign Affairs, Administrative District, Morhovza, Republic of Padnak Home islands

Most of Office of Foreign Affairs staff were being worked to the bone under the burden of trying to coordinate Padnak and her allies, so when a message arrived from the Macedonian Grand Empire sent a message asking for its men to be returned while denying any wrong doing on their behalf it really rubbed Abduil Shirm (ooc: the minister of foreign affairs) the wrong way. After a few phone calls confirming that the Macedonian POW was in stable condition to be transported and the bodies of his dead comrades were ready to be moved, Abduil composed a message to his Macedonian counterparts.

To: The Macedonian Grand Empire, for whomever it may concern
From: the Padnaki Office of Foreign Affairs

We are ready and willing to return your comrades, live and dead, to you at your convenience, however the shoot down was entirely the fault of your nation. You flew a military aircraft into restricted airspace, we were simply protecting ourselves against an unknown threat.

Information pertaining to the return of your airman and his dead comrades is attached.

PCAM Strike Group "Crouching Cobra", Western Vanconian Oil Fields, Vancon Territorial Waters

The Padnaki command had anticipated that the boat might be intercepted by helicopters and in anticipation a pile of official papers had been put together giving the boat a legitimate reason to be in the area while any military equipment was stored below deck in the fish hold under a layer of stinking fish to deter any further searches. Because most of Padnak's people had grown up fishing, they moved around the fishing boat calmly and naturally. The boat was fairly fast, but they made no effort to escape as that would arise suspicion, and simply radioed the helicopters with a prepared message.

"Ye we hear ya, we have all the appropriate licences and such and as much as I'd love for those damned rigs that I think yer referring too to disappear so me and my crew would have a bit more to catch, we don't have any intent to damage em. We have a bunch a lines out that we need to pick up so we can't leave, and in any case yer not Vanconian so what authority do you have over me and where my boat fishes" Major Vuu Dinh Thang, PCAM operative playing the role of captain.

Battle Group Lm ræng, Padnak Territorial Waters

While the battle group had sustained a loss and a bit of residual damage from the fragments of the DEN missiles it was still strong. The battle group was comprised of one Sovremenny-class destroyer which served as its flagship, four Koni-class frigates now that one had been sunk and a group of around twenty smaller boats. The majority of the Padnaki navy had been concentrated off H̄in s̄ī dả keāa Island in perpetration for the landing operation, leaving the battle group without sea based backup. It did however benefit from a large protective network of island bases and missile sites. The DEN missile attack was just the start of a long range ballet, and having been alerted to the intent of the DEN fleet, the Padnaki ships let forth a barrage of missiles aimed at the DEN. The Sovremenny class destoryer Pekan Pakis was the most heavily armed, so after a few moments of target acquisition it started the Padnaki attack by launching two Moskit P-270 Anti-ship missiles which were fallowed by a barrage of smaller, mostly termite, missiles.

[Congreveopia]

CRN Valkarie, tac core:

“Can we run voice analysis?” asked the commodore, watching video feeds from the helicopters as they hovered over the ship.

“Yes.” said Nexus “But all it will tell you is who he’s not. We don’t have a library of all Padnaki voices.”

“Fantastic.” said the commodore “So we’ve got nothing on them?”

“Correct.” said an officer.

“Darn.” said the commodore. “I guess I should have known it wouldn’t be this easy.”

Razor flight, over PCAM strike group:

“This is Valkyrie Command to Razor flight, you are to break off and climb to ten thousand. Follow target stealthily. We can see they don’t have radar, so you should be fine as long as you keep your lights off. We are sending an inflight refuel to you, and we are also sending a diver team to your location aboard a Missionary class gunship, callsigns Blackfin and Fisherman respectively. Should be no factor.” said the radio.

“This is Razor two.” said the second helicopter’s pilot as they began to climb away. “I do not have a helicopter equipped for in-air refueling, or the necessary training for in-air refueling, sir.”

“Wait one, Razor two.” said his radio “Okay, that’s our fault, don’t worry about it. We’ll send another helo to relieve you. RTB when you hit bingo fuel.”

[Congreveopia]

CRN Valkarie:

Even at night, the flight deck was busy and brightly lit as crew hurried around and engines roared. The leader of the dive team “Blackfin” walked onto deck, with his squad following him. Really they were just a squad of marines with diver training, but they were the best that was on hand. As he walked onto deck, he saw the refueling plane (a modified Missionary class V-tol) lift slowly off the deck its engines roaring, before transitioning to level flight and departing to the north east. He then walked with his squad towards the Missionary that they would be using (this one was modified for transport). It’s engines roared softly, idling before takeoff. As he walked around the back, he saw that the raft was already in, and they were just finishing putting in the bot. He climbed aboard, followed by his squad, set his pack on the ground, sat in one of the seats and strapped in, and then the rear ramp began to close. The V-tol lifted off shortly after that and sped away towards the PCAM strike group.

[Emmerian Republic]

Equestria City, Emmerian Republic
Emmerian President George Dailock was looking over the documents about the problem in the Pacific and the the Padnak are low on naval support due to the fact that their only a couple of islands. The President has called in the Emmerian Congress and the Parliament to deal with this issue. The government meeting is taking place in Equestria City to see how the Emmerians can support the country now that the Republic of Padnak and the Vancon Empire. Emmerian naval forces are ready, but the entire military infanstructure is still undergoing reconstruction under the Emmerian Military Security Act of 2014 to reconstruct the entire military. The President proposes a support for the Pandakians, and the Congress oversees the document about the country. A small republican country fighting a empire and the coalition countries supporting Pandak aren't providing enough support for them and reports from the F.I.U. agency came in that Machedonian Grand Empire (M.G.E.) has been reported of their involvement in the war, but doesn't take arms for either sides. Foreign Affair Minister Calire Saqiunn recomands that the Emmerians shouldn't be taking this too seriously because the Navy isn't quite finishing the drone productions for their fleet

Calire Saqiunn: Mr President, most of our Navy's infrastructure isn't quite ready since all os us have passed the Military Security Act. The drones aren't finishing their productions and most of our aircrafts are manned. They don't even have enough drones to support the Pandak government like the Air Force. With all due respect, Mr President, i highly recommend that we should sent only the available naval units to intervene, 1/3 of CSF ALFA is already at Pantaria for a coalition intervention and the other CSFs are still undergoing their modifications in their aviation fleet.

Secretary of Defense Dallas Henshicken: Yes, we know , but the drones are still being produced, one carrier battle group from CSF ALFA is stationed at Pantaria and the problem is set in the ocean, our navy isn't quite ready for deployment.

The Congress members started babbling about whether or not the Emmerian Navy should intervene in the war. Half of the Mombers voted for a intervention because the Vancon's waters are close tot eh Padnakians oil fields and the Vancons are currently digging oil reserves in Pandakian territory. President Dailock raised his hand to silence the room as he declares:

President Dailock: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Padnak oil fields are under the ownership of the Padnak government itself, but the Vanconians have violated the international law about the rights to resources. In doing so, Emmeria will have to interven in this one due to teh fact that oil is what makes a country running and if the Padnaks don't have any oils, then they must regain those oil rigs. Under Article 13 section 12, it states that "Emmerians will have the power to intervene in the situation that has to do with any violations of international laws." And the Vanconians have violated that law in the ownership. If anyone in this room agrees, than we shall sent in Carrier Strike Force BRAVO to secure and enforce the countries make peace. We'll have the drones from the ERAF to be cooperating with the carrier units. Also, there hasn't been any responds to the megacarriers that we've ordered, btu we still have the 16 other megacarriers that we've ordered, but until the megacarriers are complete in their training, CSF BRAVO will depart at 15:00 hrs tomorrow to the Pacific islands. Any Objections?

With the room in silence, Calire Saqiunn raised her hand and ask the president:

Calire Saqiunn: Mr. President, what about the Air Force's multi-carrier program, they've been demanded resources and funding to create one multi-carrier. And if we completed one -air carrier, then it should be able to be swift to demonstrate our military power.

President Dailock: Only if the Phantan company approves the order for the naval megacarriers, btu if disapprove, then we'll have ti shrink the size of our navy to continue funding the air-carrier program, but until then, our priority is Pantaria and the pacific. Anyone else? No, then let the Parliament decide on this proposal.

The Emmerian Parlaiment members looks over the overview of the intervention is the war and the Parliament voted 34 to 16 votes on a intervention, but they all agreed to never use the experimental prototype air carrier.

Calms Islands, Emmeria
The Emmerian Carrier Program was a military development and acquisition program to create a "air carrier" or "Heli-Carrier, a experimental aircraft that is design to play arole as an aircraft carrier in the sky and the Military Security Act of 2014 to reserach on advance technology and so far, the Emmerians were able to achive in building exo-skeleton suit for special forces, wrist GPS devices for every military personnel, and drone productions, but the Carrier Program was lacking behind schedule due to the expenses and lack of available resources, but the Military Security Act was able to slash half of the Emmerian Navy's Carrier forces to rpovide fundings and scrap resources.

The Carrier Program is going through propulsion test for each of the four nuclear-powered propellers to reach to almost 5,000 knots the same speed as a aircraft carrier but more faster then the propellers in a naval ship. Only two were successful to reach almost 6,023 knots and the other two are testing. Emmerian Air Force personnel and civilian contractors are already working on the design for the landing platform for almost 250 aircrafts. As the Carrier Program is under construction, CSF BRAVO, stationed east from the harbor are preparing for a immediate departure at 15:00 hrs once the supplies are loaded.

Carrier Strike Force Bravo: Carrier Battle Group One

Carrier Strike Force BRAVO
Commanding Officer of C.S.F. BRAVO: Admiral Danon Bridgers
- 2 Noble-Class Super Carrier
- 1 CITADEL-class AIRCRAFT CARRIER
- 2 Elloitt Amphibious Assault Ships
- 4 SABRE-class LITORRAL FRIGATE
- 3 TEMPLAR-class DESTROYER
- 5 FORTKNIGHT-class CRUISER
- 2 PHALANX-class BATTLECRUISER
- 3 MASON-class GUIDED MISSILE SUBMARINE
- 3 LEGACY-class STRIKE SUBMARINE
- 3 ILLUMINATI-class BALLISTIC MISSILE SUBMARINE

[Organized States]

33,000 ft above Padnaki waters, 290 miles south of Urthan
3 F-35Cs were loaded to bear with Joint Strike Missiles and on an attack aproach towards Urthan. The airport there would once again be attacked by the OS Military.
The Cruise Missiles tore away from the aircraft at high subsonic speed. The F-35Cs broke away from the missiles flight path.
50,000 feet above Urthan
"Missiles away, Peeper 1-2" said the F-35 flight leader.
"Affirmative Reaper lead" said the RQ-4 sensor operator.
After checking that all the JSMs had acquired their targets, he switched off the laser designator and began his return to base.

[Toishima]

War Room
Imperial Administration Building
Kagoshima City
Toishima

The dossier was dropped onto the table with a loud smack. Prime Minister Koizumi wore a grim expression, his face shadowed by the harsh fluorescent light hanging overhead- the only one currently turned on- in the darkened war room, deep beneath the Imperial Administration Building in Kagoshima City. The ageing man had his eyes cast downwards onto the table, which had a large LCD screen within it to facilitate real-time war planning and strategies. War. In our backyard.

When was the last war Toishima was in? A few months ago, there was some kind of peacekeeping operation in the middle east, if his memory served him correctly. These two nations were rising powers in this region, and this war troubled him. Already international trade was avoiding going through that region, cutting off a large portion of southern trade to Toishima. And these nations were also a major part in the future economic plans, future trading partners, owing to their close proximity and oil reserves. They were gold mines in the eyes of the Administration's leaders. Stable, rising nations with rich resources. A few aid packages and new allies would be found.

But now they were tearing at each others' throats. Over an oil field, big surprise. Things could get ugly very quickly, especially once people got desperate and began waving nuclear weapons about. There was no word on if either power had any, but mere claims would be enough to spark off a potentially crippling arms race and subsequent "full-scale" conventional strategies that would likely leave both nations devastated beyond repair. As was the constant in these localised conflicts, various foreign powers from across the globe flocked here to serve one side or the "keep the peace", meaning sending soldiers to stand between a rock and a hard place, where both the rock and the hard place are already actively bombing each other.

"What is our course of action, General?" Koizumi asked after a long and tense period of silence. Chief of Staff Kimizawa, who had been staring intensely at Koizumi from across the table, nodded and reached for a small control panel. The hanging light was shut off and the LCD screen was turned on, displaying a map of the entire Pacific ocean, including the positions of most foreign forces and ships. This was real-time, apparently, with information beamed from several military satellites in orbit. Kimizawa zoomed in on the two warring nations.

"Prime Minister, as you know, this is a threat to national security and we have to react accordingly. Admiral Mitanabe reports that the Home Defence Flotilla is already prepared for any potential spillover towards the north and is cleared to engage unauthorised aircraft entering Imperial Waters, including the disputed islands and Himiko. General Tenzai reports that the 83rd Air Wing are prepared for interdiction and air defence operations. General Toyama reports that the 2nd Infantry Division and the 8th Armoured Division are ready for defence operations in the southern part of the Home Islands. They will not be able to attack us, Prime Minister," Kimizawa replied in his characteristic droning voice. Koizumi shook his head slowly.

"Chief of Staff, I doubt these powers will even dare to challenge us and launch an assault on the Home Islands. It is out of the question. Yet it is impossible to break them apart now that they are locked in combat. I want to know what our offensive actions will be," Koizumi asked with resolve. Kimizawa was taken aback and blinked a couple of times.

"Prime Minister... Are you ordering us to launch a full-scale assault on both the Republic of Padnak and the Empire of Vancon?"

"Not a a full-scale assault. I know little of military strategy but I want their war to end as soon as possible. Destroy both their fleets, their infrastructure, their air forces. Just cause as much damage as possible such that both sides will have to stop fighting. Can you do that, General?"

Kimizawa looked at his three Chiefs of Staff, who were lost in their own thoughts. Mitanabe was looking at the map of Padnak and Vancon and was playing with his fingers, Toyama raised one eyebrow while staring into the distance, and Tenzai was stubbing out a cigarette and nodding slowly. All three looked at Kimizawa and nodded.

"It's possible. We will begin drafting up a battle plan for your approval as soon as possible."

[Organized States]

The Octagon, Fairford S.A.D., Organized States
All the members of the armed forces and even the state department advisors stood up from the Large, Oak Table surrounded by maps, large flat screen TVs and the Eagle Emblem engraved on the concrete wall as the President entered the room.
"Good Morning, Gentlemen and please be seated. What do you have for me this morning?" said the President.
"Mr. President, my station chief in Toishima says that the Imperial Armed forces appeared to be mobilizing." said Director Halsworth of the National Intelligence Agency.
"I'm not too worried about it considering their proximity to the conflict." Said the President, "but deploy some recon assets just in case."
"What about Emmeria?"
"Get some Satellites watching them as well."
"Mr. President, I have some options for another deployment to the region." Said Admiral McDogual, Director of Naval Operations and the Joint Chief for the Navy as he handed the president a paper.
The Paper was a list of recommendations for another deployment and listed:
OSS Fairford, a Ford Class Carrier (with her full complement)
5 More Independence Class LCSs
4 La Fayette class Frigates
2 More Nuclear Subs (equipped with more torpedoes)
Needed Support Ships
3 KC-46 Tankers
2 more B-2s moved to forward basing
34 F-22s moved to forward basing
43 F-35As moved to forward basing
5 Army Stryker Brigades moved to Forward Basing
1st MEU moved to Forward Basing
12 C-17s for needed transport

[Congreveopia]

Fisherman, just over the horizon from the PCAM strike group:

The V-tol lightly touched the surface of the water, circles of spray flying up underneath the engines.

“Go Go Go!” said the squad leader, and his men pushed the robot down the back ramp and out into the dark water, illuminated only by the interior lights of the transport. It bobbed gently on the surface, suspended by a pair of floats attached to the sides. The squad then pushed out their raft and started tossing their gear into it. Suddenly a large wave appeared to the left of the plane.

“[expletive] said the pilot and pushed the throttle to maximum, pulling up and away from the wave.

The two remaining duffel bags of supplies slid towards the back of the transport. Everyone grabbed onto whatever they could to hang on. One of the squad members grabbed one of the duffels as it started to slide, and then lunged forward to grab the squad leader’s hand. He caught his hand and they held on for a moment, before he lost his grip and tumbled out towards the water below.

He splashed into the water, knocking the wind out of him, but he pulled his head up and gasped a breath before he bag he was holding pulled him under. His instinctive reaction was to just drop it, but he realised that one of the duffels had mission-critical equipment in it. He ripped open the one he was holding and saw assorted gear inside, but not the thing he was looking for. His mind raced as he wondered how he could find the other bag in the black salt water that was already stinging his eyes. He thought about swimming to the surface and calling for the pilot to hit him with a spotlight, but he knew it would take too long. He couldn’t put on his night vision goggles underwater. Then he saw a flare float out of the bag in front of him. He grabbed it and lit it quickly, then he saw the other bag. He quickly kicked down to it and grabbed it. He started to open it, but then the zip got stuck and he realised he was almost out of breath. He grabbed a bottle of compressed air off his belt and stuck it in his mouth and took a breath from it. He then grabbed his knife and cut open the bag. He then pulled out the device and swam desperately to the surface. He saw the light of the transport and swam towards it.

“Hey!” he yelled breaking the surface.

“Hey!” said the squad leader from the raft “You aren’t dead! We were on the verge of being concerned!”

“Just help me up.” he said, passing the squad leader the device and climbing into the raft.

“We’ve lost time.” said someone else as the V-tol headed back towards the carrier.

“Let’s get moving, then.” said the squad leader, revving up the raft’s engine. The raft took off in the direction of the suspicious ship, towing the bot behind it.

[Congreveopia]

Blackfin, catching up on the PCAM strike group:

“This is Razor one. You are now near enough to begin third stage.” said the squad leader’s radio.

“Third stage.” said the squad leader, cutting the engine. The team had split the remains of the supplies into five packs and one duffel bag.

“Nexus, wake the bot.” said the squad leader, and the bot woke up, unfolding from storage position to swimming position.

“Here, carry this.” someone said, holding the duffel off the back of the raft. The bot moved to the back of the boat, and picked it up in one of its robotic claws. It moved it to its belly, lifting the handles over the hook on its belly, and then the hook raised up into the belly, closing off both ends, and securely holding the duffel. The team jumped off the raft into the water and someone unhooked the towing lines while someone else undid the pontoons. Everyone put their face masks on, and grabbed the handles and footholds on the bot, then the bot sank just under the surface, started its main engine, and took off after the boat in front of it.

[Congreveopia]

Blackfin, at the PCAM strike group:

“We’re here.” said the squad leader as the bot pulled up alongside the boat. “Place the egg.”

The technician of the squad pulled the device out of the duffel bag. It looked like a metal cylinder stuck to a square with some holes in the back. He reached over, braced himself between the boat and the bot and pushed the square end to the boat’s hull.

“Goggles dark.” he said to the squad, who turned off their night vision goggles. “Weld.” he said.

The bot reached out with one of its arms and made two quick welds, then pulled back. He let go and pulled himself back behind the bot, and then the bot made a full weld around the perimeter of the square.

“Attach.” he said, and the bot connected a specially made hand to the device.

“Crack the egg.” he said. A cutting torch turned on, and the bot rotated its hand, moving the torch in a circle, creating a 5cm radius hole in the hull, covered by the device.

“Hatch the egg.” he said, and a tiny robot skittered out of the hole on its four legs, slid down the curved side of the hull to the floor, picked itself up, and looked around with its tiny camera.

[Padnak]

PCAM Strike Group "Crouching Cobra", Western Vanconian Oil Fields, Vancon Territorial Waters

"Sir, hostile forces have just deployed divers" PCAM Corporal, scanning the sea with a pair of soviet IR goggles

"Bothersome, but not mission jeopardizing, everyone get your guns from the hold and get ready for a boarding party, raid teams get your zodiacs in the water and continue the mission while we deal with our new friends" Major Vuu Dinh Thang

The PCAM were some of Padnak's best forces and it showed in their rapid and organized movements. Quickly removing their oil and blood stained fishermen clothing to reveal wet suits and assault vests the PCAM operatives heaved the heavy dented doors that opened into the fish hold and powered up the automatic fish elevator. The fishing boat was fairly large and while old had some modern equipment such as a conveyor system that pulled fish out of the hold and overboard. Waiting a few minuets for the foot or so layer or slightly decaying fish to be cleared off and dumped into the sea, the PCAM soldiers pulled out a number of waterproofed boxes and begun arming themselves with AKS-74U carbines along with a variety of other weapons. The Padnaki command had anticipated that the boat might be located by airborne forces, so three Igla MANPADs had been brought along. Three zodiacs, covered in nets and made to look like fishing dinghies, had been slung over the sides of the aft deck and these were quickly loaded with the necessary equipment for a demolition before being lowered into the water and driven off towards the three towering Vanconian rigs to the left, right and directly in front of the trawler. Speeding away from the blood and rotting fish filled water that surrounded their mother ship, the three zodiacs bounced through the waves towards their targets. Back on the fishing boat, the Major and a group of ten PCAM soldiers who were left to coordinated the demolition and protect their only way out of Vanconian territory were busy readying for an attack.

Tagrill and Son's Marine Construction Flotilla, Corthina, Vanconian Territorial Waters

It was the dead of night, just as planned, when the flotilla finally reached its destination. Using only night vision to guide them the five landing craft gained a sudden burst of speed before beaching themselves in a small cove. From the small cove a narrow track had been hacked into the jungle prior to the landing which lead to a small clearing with easy access to the caves. Upon hearing the metal doors of the landing craft smash down, the Padnaki army rangers charged onto the beach and towards their predetermined potions wile several trucks of heavy equipment driven by IR lights started to be moved inland down the narrow track. The Padnaki forces had been ordered to get all of their equipment off the landing craft as soon as possible and knowing the island to be free of hostile forces they moved rapidly. The island was pretty small so it would hopefully only take a few hours for the experienced rangers to fortify while the Scuds were moved into the caves. After an hour or so of unloading the landing ships were to get as far away from the island as possible under civilian crews. Even in the dead of night the island was humid and the air stagnant, giving little respite to the rangers who had been cooped inside the windowless landing ships for the past few days.

[Congreveopia]

Blackfin squad:

“Dead fish.” said the squad leader. “We’re really dealing with pros here, boys.”

“Zodiac!” yelled one of the squad members as it splashed into the water above them. People started jumping into it and tossing equipment in.

“These aren’t fishermen.” said the squad leader.

“Confirmed, Blackfin lead. You are go weapons hot. Take them down.” said the squad leader’s radio.

“Kill.” said the squad leader, pointing to the zodiac. The bot lunged up and forwards at the zodiac started to pull away. It grabbed the edge of the boat with two of its arms and partially pulled itself out of the water, then it started chopping up the boat with its welding torch arm and its saw arm. The squad stayed submerged, ready to kill the enemies when they fell out or the zodiac sank.

Razor flight:

“You are go live, Razor flight.” said the radio. “Target the zodiacs, but do not kill the mothership. I think that might be overstepping our authority.”

“I can’t get a lock on them.” said the gunner of the lead helicopter.

“I’ll bring us down.” said the pilot “Take them apart with the cannon.”

The two attack helicopters each picked a zodiac and flew down at it, guns blazing.

Bugbot, inside the ship:

The robot’s operators realised they were a bit late for the party, but they shrugged and decided to gather evidence. The robot skittered over to near a table, wound up its kicker, pulling back the spring underneath it, then let it go, launching up onto the table, once it picked itself up, it started taking pictures of what remained, a few ammo cartridges, a handgun, a pair of grenades...

[Padnak]

PCAM Strike Group "Crouching Cobra", Western Vanconian Oil Fields, Vancon Territorial Waters

"They have divers, I repeat they have divers and some kind of drone, demolition teams be advised. The rest of you, its time we go fishing, power up the fish finder and see if we can pick up any of divers. You, go below deck and check for any magnetic mines. They must have some sort of air support in the area, you, ready the iglas" Major Vuu Dinh Thang, shouting orders to the group of PCAM

Now that stealth had been abandoned, the PCAM could make better use of their combat skills. Running over the fish gut stained decks the Padnaki's loaded their weapons and got to their defensive positions. The Padnaki who had been ordered to ready the iglas was now standing vigilant on the bow of the trawler MANPAD scanning the skies. Out on the zodiacs things weren't going so well...

The team of six demolition experts riding on the first zodiac were only a few hundred feet away from the mother ship when the zodiac was hit. The Congreveopian bot attacked the boat almost like a shark and it took a few moments before the Padnaki's realized what was happening. Taking a few moments to asses what was happening on the rapidly dispersing boat, one of the Padnaki PCAM opened fire on the unknown attacker with his AKS-74U while his comrades rapidly tried to work out a contingency plan. Understandably attack by underwater robot had never crossed the minds of the Padnaki commanders. Meanwhile the other zodiacs weren't faring much better. Both had gotten a good distance away from their launch points when suddenly they started to be pursued by unknown attack helicopters. It was not the first time that either of the sappers riding the zodiacs had been chased by attack helicopters, most were long time combat veterans who had cut their teeth on the so called "Zou run", a 25 mile long stretch of Vanconian coast line outside of an airbase which was a favorite for attempted Padnaki sapper attacks that would often end in a feverish escape with attack helicopters giving chase. Putting their boats into a lose serpentine to try and slow down their pursuers the two zodiacs were going to be sunk if nothing was done. Back on the fishing trawler the PCAM operative with the igla was now in a crouching position, tracking one of the attack helicopters before calling out back blast and firing.