2nd Vionna-Belvania War [Open/IC/MT]

[Saint Achille]

Bridge-SAS Hektor
ARG4-Hektor-Task Force Trojan
Outside Belvanian Waters

Commodore Blakely stood mute on the bridge. The small dot labeled “Oasis” vanished from the tac display. They were truly on their own now. The ship’s engines strained as the props churned through the water. The first planes from the carriers were beginning to tear into the opposing assault aircraft, but his squadron was still outside the effective intercept range of the cruisers in the rest of the task force.

The Hektor, still unhurt, was making good speed away from the enemy surface group. The only point of concern was the rapidly descending enemy boarding party. That, however, was a problem to address later; the Troopers, as well as what sailors he could spare, were in position and ready for a fight.

The deeper concern was the relentless assault on the Asteropaios and the Astyanax. Blakley watched in impotent rage as the enemy poured in on the ship overfilled with refugees. It was clearly marked and the enemy air group had made visual contact with it. Yet still they struck at her, again and again. There was nothing he could do to help them and each time he heard an updated damage report from the Astyanax, his heart hardened that much more. These were not men they were fighting, but savages. He regretted that Captain Brayton had sacrificed his command and his own life against an opponent so unworthy of him.

Flight Deck-SAS Astyanax
ARG4-Hektor-Task Force Trojan
Outside Belvanian Waters

Petty Officer Melendez struggled to his feet. He knew he was standing on the flight deck, but something looked off. The world was mute around him. His feet slipped and he fell back to the hard deck, coming face to face with an unrecognizable pile of spare parts that might have once been a body. A pair of hands grabbed him by the collar and hoisted him back up on his feet.

“Let’s go sailor! Get belowdecks now!” Melendez began staggering towards nearby superstructure. He turned back and saw the ensign that had grabbed him pick up a body and begin dragging it towards the hatch. One of the body’s arms came off and the officer stood there, holding the arm, unsure of what to do.

As he made his way below, his hearing started to return. Screaming came to him from below, along with what sounded like someone taking a hammer to the outside of the hull. Muscle memory guided him through the labyrinthine passages and into the main troop compartment. The refugees were huddled in groups on the deck. Some were crying, many were praying, others had silently accepted their fate and were waiting for what they hoped would be a swift end. Sailors were moving through the cavernous hold, distributing water and taking away the more seriously wounded.

Another explosion tore through the ship. Most of the blast wasted itself on the armored hull, but it succeeded in punching a hole through and spraying shrapnel indiscriminately. Someone in the group nearest Melendez cried out. He looked down and saw a boy, no older than seven or maybe eight, clutching at a wicked, jagged piece of metal protruding from his stomach. As if in a dream, Melendez reached down and gathered him in his arms and began running aft towards the medical bay.

A Trooper in armor with his rifle slung at his chest stopped him at the entrance.

“They’re only letting crewmembers into the med bay.” Melendez stared incredulously at the Trooper.

“If he doesn’t get attention now he’s going to fucking die!”

“The med bay is for essential personnel only. We need the facilities for the people who can actually help fight the ship. There’s an emergency triage in the galley, go there.”

Melendez turned and began running for the galley he could only hope that the child could hold on long enough for him to get there.

Bridge-SAS Asteropaios
ARG4-Hektor-Task Force Trojan
Outside Belvanian Waters

“Sir, recommend a speed increase to flank, we are a sitting duck here.”

Commander Dreyfus turned to Lieutenant Grimm,

“If we do, the Astyanax will die alone. If we keep pace with her we can offer some protection from our own defensive systems. Maintain current speed and heading, lieutenant.”

“Current speed and heading, aye, sir.”

The Asteropaios had taken more than its share of hits. The flight deck was pockmarked and cratered, looking like a moon made of twisted steel and aluminum. With the elevators inoperable for the time being, launching and recovering aircraft was out of the question. All they could do was draw fire away from their sister and attempt what to engage incoming planes and missiles with what capabilities they had.

LCDR Michael “Twister” Keating-Prowler 4-1
VAF 2 Maulers-Task Force Trojan
Outside Belvanian Waters

The solid tone rang in his ears. It was the sweetest sound he could imagine and briefly savored it before pulling the trigger.

“Prowler 4-1, Rifle 2.” His plane jumped slightly as the missile dropped from its rack and then raced towards the enemy interceptor. The radar lock was good and we watched with satisfaction as the fireball engulfed the plane.

“4-1, splash bandit.” He then reached down and toggled to the wing frequency,

“Prowler 4-1 to Prowler Lead, enemy squadron is out of commission, you are clear to commence attack run, over.”

With the enemy interceptor squadron out of the way, the rest of Prowler Flight could now roll in on the enemy surface contacts unopposed, at least momentarily, from the air. He knew there would be more enemy fighters soon, and they would have to maintain air cover for the Bolts as they executed their attack patterns. He switched back to his squadron freq,

“Section leaders, report in.”

He listened as his sections checked in, giving their status reports. They had lost three fighters in the engagement, with two parachutes confirmed. Nobody saw the third go down. The fuel levels were still good and they had enough munitions to stay combat effective.

“Prowler squadron, ascend to angels five and maintain orbit.”

[Greater Banitia]

The destroyers let fly a second volley of missiles, this time below the water line. The screams of the refugees could be heard as the ship lurched heavily, and then started listing to port side. Part of the deck was on fire as citizens ran to safety.

The enemy had released some aircraft as well. He watched as one of them shot down one of his bomber planes. He saw a black dot eject from the fireball as it went crashing towards the ocean. At least the pilots safe, he thought.

The admiral radioed the cargo bay. " Release the sharks"he said. This would give the enemy a little surprise.

AIRCRAFT CARRIER
BACK OF FLEET

The shark......He had told him to release the shark. Why? For what purpose. The Captain went down to the cargo bay. 5 gleaming medium sized top of the line Black Submarines were propped up and ready to be deployed. They each had a top of the line sonar system and had could blow out the side of almost ant ship. They were easy to spot but no easy to catch, they were fast.

With a sigh, he pulled a leaver, sailors manned the controls as each one was slowly lowered into the water. The captain vowed to make sure this admiral was sacked. Using top of the line subs against a tattered fleet dint seem very Banitian to him.

ADMIRAL FRONTLINE

The admiral looked through his binoculars. The refugee ship wasnt going to hold much longer. Suddenly there was an explosion of to the refuge ships left. the enemy destroyer was listing badly to starboard. It looked as if it were taking on much water. Then a further way down, there were more explosions to more enemy ships. The same result.

The sharks had joined the attack.

[PetzConfederation]

[Saint Achille]

Galley-SAS Astyanax
ARG4-Hektor-Task Force Trojan
Outside Belvanian Waters

The galley looked like a macabre combination of a slaughterhouse and a morgue. Bodies in bags lay pressed against one of the bulkheads. When they had run out of bags, they placed the bodies uncovered in rows. Doctor Renton was overworked. His medical team was the only one that was detached from the rest of the medical crew to tend to the civilians. The triage area was overflowing and his supplies were running low. The sterilization procedure had fallen by the wayside as fresh tools became scarcer and scarcer. If any of the patients lived long enough to contract gangrene, well at least they would have made it that long.

He froze as the ship rocked with another explosion. His practiced hand stayed steady inside the neck of the young woman. She had a piece of composite material lodged in her neck, and he probed with forceps to tease it back out. It clinked into a rapidly filling tray, which he emptied onto the deck. HM-2 Jones moved in to suture the wound and Doc Renton stepped back. Sweat had mixed with blood, some of it his, and plastered his hair to his forehead. He peeled off his gloves and immersed his hands in a cistern of water one of his corpsmen had gathered before the main was severed. Even as tired arms removed the young woman from the table, another body appeared. Snapping new gloves on, Renton bent over a young boy.

The child had a piece of shrapnel buried in his abdomen. Renton bent over his tools and began to work. The metal had caused severe bleeding and torn into his insides. He worked quickly, hoping to get the shrapnel out and the worst of the damage contained so he could move on to the next patient. As he gingerly probed and pulled, he heard the 1MC crackle to life,

“Abandon ship! Abandon ship! All hands report to designated muster stations. Up and forward to starboard, down and aft to port. Abandon ship!”

Renton froze with his scalpel poised above the body, he looked towards the hatch that would lead him to a ladderwell and then topside to his muster station. Then he looked back and brought the scalpel down.

Bridge-SAS Virtue
CSG2-Virtue-Task Force Trojan
Outside Belvanian Waters

Admiral Christopher Hartwick, Commanding Officer Task Force Trojan, looked out at the dull gray ships of his command. They were arrayed in standard formation according to Achillean doctrine: his cruisers formed an inner ring around the carriers and big decks, while the picket ships formed an outer screen. The destroyers, escorted by a handful of cruisers, formed his striking force. He looked down at the flight deck. The catapults were hurling his aircraft into the sky, where they circled and waited for his command. The entire Task Force was waiting for his word, his one word. They had finally closed to striking range with the enemy fleet. Their enemy had contented themselves with mauling defenseless amphibs, weighed down by refugees. His men would now have their vengeance. He turned away from the window and to his executive officer,

“It is time. Launch the attack.”

The exec turned and went about his duty. He presently returned to the Admiral,

“Sir, requesting final authorization to commence the attack.”

Admiral Hartwick took the phone from his XO and held it to his mouth. He paused and then spoke into it the one word that epitomized the Allied States Navy, the word for the moment in which everything occurs, an instant, an infinity,

“Kairos.”

Flight Deck -SAS Astyanax
ARG4-Hektor-Task Force Trojan
Outside Belvanian Waters

The flight deck heaved as another armor piercing shell burrowed under it, detonating somewhere deep inside. Melendez lost his footing and pitched towards the deck, throwing out his hands to catch himself. He walked to the edge of the flight deck and looked down. The water was dotted with sailors and debris. Some of the men had managed to get their rafts inflated and climb aboard, others clung to floater nets dropped in the water or inflatable life jackets. The whole scene seemed surreal to him; he had not had to run an abandon ship drill since his initial swim qualification. The instincts from those lessons, however, began to take hold. Calmly, as if about to get into a pool, the petty officer removed his boots and placed them in line with the others at the edge of the deck. Then he removed his watch and emptied his pockets, placing their contents inside one of the boots. He looked left and then right, making sure the water was clear of debris and then stepped off the edge. The fall from the flight deck to the water took longer than he thought it would. Melendez hit the water with his legs crossed and arms over his groin and knifed into the salty, oily brine. Without thinking about it, he spread his limbs out, increasing his drag and checked his descent, then began kicking back to the surface.

As his head broke the water, he began looking for the nearest raft. He had spotted one about forty yards away to his left when he jumped. At the crest of a wave, he looked down and saw the orange raft bobbing. He struck out for it and soon was hauled inside by the other sailors. There were eleven of them in the raft, two wounded and bleeding, but not seriously. As they began to take stock of their situation, Melendez cried out. He saw something racing through the water just beneath them. Suddenly, the water reverberated with a sickening shock that hit them in their stomachs. The Astyanax groaned as her tired back broke under the torpedo’s impact.

CIC-SAS Good Intentions
DESRON10-Deepwater-Task Force Trojan
Outside Belvanian Waters

“Kairos.”

Commander Timmons heard the Admiral’s voice in his headset. He was ensconced in the armored CIC of the SAS Good Intentions, coordinating the strike force of destroyers riding out against the hostiles. He waited until he received confirmation of the order before opening up his own comm line, putting him through to the ships of the other squadrons.

“Kairos. I say again Kairos. Proceed with strike operations.”

The ships already had their targets locked in and firing solutions set. All they needed was the command. The VALORS modules across the Task Force hissed open and their contents began their deadly flights. The first missiles up loitered, circling the fleet and waiting for their comrades to emerge as well. As soon as the last missile bellowed skywards, they broke their orbit in unison and screamed through the sky at the enemy.

“Sir, Kiowa reports sonar contact. Submarines bearing on the Task Force. Heading 330.”

Timmons looked at his own updated display. The icons representing the submarines flickered on and off the screen as the picket ships turned and pursued, desperately trying to maintain contact. Timmons flagged the targets and dispatched them to the SAS Action Six to engage. He watched as the destroyer lofted its Cormorant missiles. These missiles were designed to operate as torpedoes. Once they hit the water they screamed down on their targets from above. The specially designed nose caused supercavitation and gave the weapons a top speed of 250 knots. Sheathed in a gaseous bubble, they honed in on their quarry. The spread of five missiles raced in on the five submarines. The first one lost sonar contact and continued on its course into the deep. These were a relatively new technology and still unproven in contact. The second failed to explode, its magnetic sensors malfunctioning. The missile ricocheted off the submarine at a glancing angle. The collision likely dented the hull plating and made a tremendous noise, but no other effect. The third detonated prematurely, while it may have caused some damage to the boat, it was likely not fatal. The fourth and fifth functioned exactly as designed, detonating just below the metal hulls of the attack boats.

Bridge-SAS Bloody Shirt
CSG5-Fury-Task Force Trojan
Outside Belvanian Waters

The lookout spotted it first. Small and fast they were virtually impossible to detect on the electronic systems.

“Torpedoes, port quarter.”

Captain Carlisle scanned the water and then found the tracks. A spread was bearing in on his ship as well as the rest of the squadron.

“Helm, left standard rudder. Lee helm, ring up full ahead.”

He was attempting to turn head on into the torpedoes, presenting as narrow a profile as possible. The crew served 25mm cannons and machine guns around the ship ripped into the water, hoping to detonate the torpedoes early. A tower of water erupted where a cannon shell connected, and his men erupted in a cheer. The bow was slowly coming around, but the torpedoes were closing fast. Another explosion sent a column of water into the air, but this one was much closer.

Carlisle felt the deck pitch below him. They had almost completed the turn when one of the torpedoes struck the engineering compartment. He opened his mouth to begin giving orders, but he had trained his crew well and they were already responding.

“Sir, sensors report impact in frame 0-8-niner, the compartment is open to the sea. Fire is spreading into propulsion.”

“Understood, dispatch DC.”

A sailor picked up the annunciator for the 1MC and broadcast through the ship,

“Fire! Fire! Class A Fire in Compartment 0-9-1. Away the Flying Squad, provide from Locker 8.”

Captain Carlisle made his way to another sound powered phone and called down on the 2MC,

“What are we looking at?”

The Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Commander Jameson answered,

“Sir, the torpedo ruptured the steam lines to the port screw. It will be some time before I can work around it. Our speed is reduced until then. No wounded to report. The fire is not near us yet, but I can’t spare the men to fight it.”

With one prop dead in the water, the Bloody Shirt would not be able to keep station with the rest of the squadron. The only alternative was to turn back and fall in with the carriers and amphibs. They could maintain station there and provide a defensive shield. As he turned to give the orders to his bridge team, he saw the rest of the squadron reeling from the aftermath of the attack. Several of the destroyers had turned the opposite direction to escape the torpedoes, and while they had avoided damage it would now take precious minutes to bring them back around and into the fight.

LCDR Michael “Twister” Keating-Prowler 4-1
VAF 2 Maulers-Task Force Trojan
Outside Belvanian Waters

“Prowler 4-1, Prowler 4-1, this is Paragon.”

“Go ahead, Paragon.”

“You are to RTB and rearm immediately. New strike mission orders.”

“Understood, Paragon.”

Twister Keating was happy about the new orders. His squadron was close to bingo on fuel and needed to rearm. They were circling over the attack fighters, providing top cover from an enemy counter-assault that had yet to materialize. Now they would have a chance to get some of their own shots in.

“Lead to Prowler 4s, back it in.”

On his command, the squadron reformed and winged towards the Virtue.

LT Natalia “FALCON” Sokolova-Wraith 1-3
VAF 15 Shooters-Task Force Trojan
Outside Belvanian Waters

LT FALCON Sokolova brought her craft closer to the water. The lower they were, the harder it would be for the enemy to pick them up either on radar or visually. Her visor mounted HUD assisted her in the precision flying necessary to keep the plane just over the surface. This was the kind she loved. There was zero margin for error and it required full focus. It was one of the few times she could relax.

Her Bolt heavy fighter was laden with ship killing weapons, and the 30mm cannon in the nose was ready to tear through whatever armor stood in its path with its tungsten rounds. The enemy ships looked large already through the canopy, but they held their fire. Their orders were to wait until they were nearly on top of them before they opened up. They had to guarantee complete surprise. Their approach was timed perfectly: the first wave of missiles from the surface ships were just now scorching in towards the enemy ships on their popup attacks, they should be distracted enough by the steel rain that they would not notice them until too late.

“Wraith Lead, weapons release in thirty, heads up.”

FALCON glanced at her loadout display. The missiles were armed and her gun was primed. She was ready to swoop in on the ships like her namesake. She wished that was what FALCON actually stood for, a majestic peregrine screaming down on its prey with no chance of escape, as opposed to Female Aviator Late ‘Cause of Nails, the result of the only time she had ever been late to a squadron meeting.

“Wraith Lead, all Wraiths engage targets at will.”

Sokolova took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

[Vionna-Frankenlisch]

Heli Krypton 1
Marine Task Force
Crawler 1A

"Commander?" Asked Sergeant Motley,"Scared, sir?" The Young Commander Davis looked up and stared at Motley shivering
"Slightly" He quivered as he stroked the barrel of his rifle and checked how many clips he had.
The Heli Landed near a soccer complex and the troops of Marine Task Force Krypton disembarked.

Forming up in a nearby tennis ground MTF-Krypton separated into platoons: Krypton 1-4 and prepared to attack the remaining Achellian ground forces.

[Vionna-Frankenlisch]

Bunker, Classified Location
High Command Chamber

"Well General Tajrono your tactics and strategic skill runs before you, im sure we can find a space for you in High Command..." Foster said,"But we have more pressing matters to take care of, concerning the war."
General Foster proceeded to withdraw his StratopadTM and begin working on a new plan of action.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the base

Admiral Yumato sat in his office, also on his StratopadTM he was formulating a new base Naval Formation, consisting of lightly armed Corvette's and Frigates."Sir!" Yumato was interrupted by his aide
Captain Romatu,"News from the front, sir!" Yumato leaned in to listen laying his StratopadTM on the desk to his left."Our ships are winning the first naval action of the war, sir... With support, of course."

Greater Frankenlisch
Subway, Upper Darlington

Families traversed the subways of Frankenlisch, often. It was a technological and engineering miracle. A miracle preformed, only by Vionna-Frankenlischian engineers and architects.
A train going to your destination every 4 minutes was a guarantee bettered by the London Underground! But little did the people of Frankenlisch know that their beloved subway, many peoples
favorite method of transport, would ever be used against them.

13:00 Hours, Local Time
Upper Darlington Station

People were contempt today, just like any other day in Frankenlisch, there were occasionally tears in people's eyes or smiles on people's faces due to some story from the war, but usually people were contempt.
But on the Second of November, just two days after many of the children darting around Upper Darlington had taken to the streets:getting candy and dressing up, Terror struck... It was a normal day, like any other
from the contempt people wandering around the subway station to the vendors at their Newspaper Stands even to the workers, happy to be apart of Frankenlisch as a whole. It wasnt until around One O'clock that people
started to notice a strange odor drifting around the station and it wasnt until around Three that the first people began... To drop.

15:10 Hours, Local Time
Upper Darlington Station

Screaming filled Upper Darlington, Families ran for the exits, religious people prayed to their gods and Military Officials called for help on their StratopadsTM But in the end nothing can defeat, Belvanian
Made, Trapping Gas...

[Greater Banitia]

"Status report" barked the admiral.

"Sir, the front line destroyers have taken significant damage, most are in critical condition. The rest of the fleet is as near in-good-shape as they can be during a war like this, but the enemy has unleashed a ship eating fighter jet. 2 dreadnoughts are down already"

"The admiral thought. " I want all missile defense systems amped up to the max. Cut into our attack if you have to, just play mostly on the defense for now. Resume the attack underwater. Use the fleets torpedo tubes. In 15 min there should be a un-godly amount of torpedoes targeted on the enemy front line."

The lieutenant gave a salute and jogged of to relay the orders.

AIR SQUADRON

The squad flew in perfect formation. the fighters around them covered there route towards the back of the enemy fleet. They had a special "package" to deliver to the enemy ships. As they past the first few ships they dove. They had practiced this maneuver in there homeland many times. They evaded enemy fire with ease, the occasional machine gun fire ricocheting of one of the wings. Once the planes had a direct hit, the dropped 10 canisters onto the deck of the warships. The canisters began to spray a yellow sulfuric acid, painfully burning the skin of any human being who came into contact with it. The pilot saw similar squadrons doing the same thing to warships around them. About 20 warships were hit.

The squadron flew up again, though some squads were not so lucky. On there way up, the squad beside them was caught by enemy fire. 2 jets exploded into an inferno of flames. No matter, the package had been delivered. Now they headed to the next 20 ships.

BANITIAN NAVAL FRONT LINE DESTROYERS

Captain Olga was in a state of panic. The enemy had unleashed a ship eating jet. He almost lost his balance has he felt the ship lurch one more time. The secondary weapon systems were down, and the magazine had already been flooded. He heard the ships cannons go off, there stubbornly refusing to give up. He felt the ship lean to starboard. They were sinking fast. The power levels started to drop. He saw officers run to and fro, desperately trying to get a hold of the damage. He heard another explosion, and the wall in front of him ripped apart. He felt pain, then nothing.

AIRCRAFT CARRIER MISSILE DEFENSE SYSTEM HQ

The missile defense systems had just been turned on and amped up to the limit. He watched the screen as the blue dots eradicated the red dots one by one. His mission was special. His aircraft carrier's job was to eradicate the enemy aircraft.

He watched as his GA guns went off, he heard the explosion as 5 of the enemy aircraft exploded. But the rest quickly adapted and evaded. They then shot back, but were blocked by the missile defense systems. The enemy would find this a challenge. He then heard the next attack go off,the missiles already racing towards there next victims

HMS BELLRAPHON

"Focus" The captain spoke to his gunners. "The enemy has unleashed A super jet with professional pilots, and our mission is to take them down. So far they have taken down 2 of our top destroyers. Let us avenge there crews."

A few minutes later, the Bellraphon had all guns locked on the jet. They let loose. The enemy pilot expertly evaded all shots. The Bellraphon shot again. This time, there shots grazed the enemy jets wing and sent her spiraling towards the ocean. The crew of the Bellraphon held there breath to see if she would crash.

SHARKS

The 5 subs dove down into the ocean past the firing range. The 2 damaged subs would make repairs here while the rest sniped at the enemy propellers, making the ships immobile.

The 3 subs let loose, working on one ship, disabling it, then moving to the next, there speed was to there advantage. At least 5 ships were immobile now.

The subs then locked on to the refugee ship. Without mercy they fired. This volley would now be the end of that ship, as the 6 torpedoes went racing towards the ships hull.

The subs did not even pause to see the explosion, they had already moved on.

BACK OF FLEET ADMIRAL'S FLAGSHIP

"On my mark!" The Admiral said. His gunners stood at the ready.

"Fire!" He screamed. He felt a tremor as dozens of torpedoes left the ship and the ships around theirs and slammed into the hulls of the opposing enemy ships, leaving a gaping hole of fire destruction. The multiple ships they had hit were already starting to sink forward. Several destroyers had been in the middle of turning back around, and the torpedoes had hit them full broadside. They were starting to capsize.

The gun crew had already reloaded.

"Fire!"

[Saint Achille]

LT Jonathan Brandt-Bounty Actual
SAEF4-Hektor-Task Force Trojan
Evacuation Point Erebus-Belvania

“How are the repairs coming?”

“Not good, sir. The damage is more severe than we first anticipated, it will take another forty minutes to trace the damage and then bypass those systems.”

“We do not have forty minutes. We have ten. I expect a miracle.”

“Miracle, aye, sir,” AD-1 Martell replied glumly. He knew they were under pressure, but forty minutes was already an optimistic estimate. When Gadfly 2-3 clipped wings with its section leader on takeoff, it lost lift and went down hard. The pilot and systems operator were badly wounded in the crash, as were some of the civilians in the cargo bay. Lieutenant Brandt’s platoon offloaded to provide security for the flight crew as they attempted to repair the stricken Kingfisher and get it airborne again. They loaded the wounded they could onto the other planes, leaving them with the ones too injured to move.

The same features that made the soccer complex an ideal location for an evacuation point: open terrain, level ground, also made it hard to defend. His men were digging fighting positions in the treeline, two-hundred meters from the crash site. From there they could provide covering fire to the repair team. The corpsmen had set up an aid station in the low brick building that had formerly served as locker rooms and showers for the players.

With the ARG engaged in a desperate naval action, hoping for extraction or reinforcements was useless. They were on their own and had to hold their position until they could repair the Kingfisher and get the wounded stable enough to move. Along with his platoon of forty-eight men, Brandt also had a security team from the embassy. The eight State Department agents were mostly former Troopers themselves, and he had integrated them into the platoon.

They were dug in and ready. As his men checked their weapons and ammunitions, Lieutenant Brandt cocked his head. He heard helicopters.

OOC: In a military RP, avoid declaring the effect of your own attacks; it is incumbent on the other person to determine their own losses. At the same time, be realistic with the damage inflicted to your own units. If, for example, an anti-submarine missile detonates immediately below a boat, it is highly unlikely it would be able remain at depth and make repairs. There is a greater chance that it would suffer at the very least, crippling damage forcing it to surface.

LT Natalia “FALCON” Sokolova-Wraith 1-3
VAF 15 Shooters-Task Force Trojan
Outside Belvanian Waters

FALCON slewed her ship hard, trying to keep the radar controlled anti-aircraft weapons from getting a clean solution on her. Immediately after weapons release, the enemy fleet had picked them up on radar and engaged them. She knew Lead was down, as well as her own wingman. It was hard to focus on the radio and flying at the same time. She let a burst of 30mm shells fly at the superstructure of a ship, hoping to disable radar and comm systems.

The harsh buzzer warning her of an enemy radar lock had not ceased since they began their attack. The air around her seemed to burn with fire. She squeezed another burst and then lined up her last missile. Her HUD pulsed blue, indicating a radar lock on her target. She exhaled and fired. The ammo counter at the bottom corner of her HUD indicated that she was nearly dry on 30mm ammunition. She emptied the rest into the superstructure of a warship that filled her view and then dropped back to the deck, breaking and racing back towards the carrier. She toggled the squadron frequency,

“1-3, guns dry, returning to ship. Please acknowledge.”

Silence.

“FALCON here, who is still up?”

Silence.

She was alone; the rest of the squadron was either downed or too damaged to reply. All she could hope to do was rearm and get back in the fight.

Bridge-SAS Good Intentions
DESRON 10-Deepwater-Task Force Trojan
Outside Belvanian Waters

“Sir, it appears the enemy has attempted to hit us with some sort of chemical agent. CPS has not been breached and the seawater spray is keeping the decks clear.”

“Understood, was anyone topside?”

“Uh, that appears to be a negative, sir.”

Captain Tristam was relieved that none of his men had been topside. The combination of positive internal pressure and sprayers keeping the outside slick with seawater lent Achillean ships approximately 99% survivability in case of chemical attacks. But the use of chemical weapons and the deliberate targeting of a stricken ship carrying refugees was unconscionable. He ripped the phone from its cradle and opened the circuit to CIC.

“Timmons? You kill every one of those fucks you can. You understand? All of them.”

It was unusual for Tristam to swear, even more unusual to break protocol with something like this.

From the bowels of the ship, the ever laconic Timmons replied,

“Kill the fucks, aye, sir.”

The Good Intentions shifted to rapid fire on all VALORS cells. As more of the ships in the DESRON locked on to new targets, they too, shifted to rapid fire, seeking to overwhelm the enemy group with a storm of missiles.

Engineering-SAS Bornier
DESRON 10-Deepwater-Task Force Trojan
Outside Belvanian Waters

Seaman Tyson Jones stumbled and cracked his head on a pipe as the ship lurched under him. He heard the 1MC as if he were underwater. His ears were ringing and he felt blood trickling down the side of his head.

“…say again: Fire! Fire! Class A Fire in Compartment 3-8-4…”

The voice kept talking, but Jones had already tuned it back out. The fire was immediately below him. He rushed through his compartment and sprinted for the ladderwell on the port side. His feet barely touched the rungs as he made towards the fire. The deck was hot. The fire must have spread further than originally thought. He slammed into a bulkhead as the ship twisted under a secondary explosion. Jones stepped through a hatch and into hell. Bodies lay around the compartment and fire leapt across equipment in the space. The positive pressure forced the smoke out through the gaping hole.

He ran to the first body, horribly blistered and bloodied. Jones did not bother to check or a pulse as he gathered it up in his arms and staggered back out, laying the body in the passageway. He went back and grabbed the next one, disregarding the tongues of flame hungrily licking at him. He went back for the next, and the next. It was getting harder and harder to walk and each man seemed heavier and heavier. He felt something grab him from behind. Another sailor was pulling him to the ground, wrapping a blanket around him. It was only then that Jones saw the fire spreading on his legs and boots that the other sailor was frantically putting out. Someone was propping him up and handing him a bottle of water. Jones was thirsty and drank it. When it was empty someone gave him another, then another. He felt heavy, very heavy. He looked down and saw skin hanging off his arms like bat wings. He closed his eyes as he felt a needle pass into his skin and relief flooding through his body.

[Belvania]

In a secret bunker somewhere in Belvania

"We could get all leaders around the table for peace talks if they agree to it." Said Sir Arthur Greenslade
"We all know if this war continues much longer we are bound to lose the opposition and it's allies are to strong for us."
Everyone in the bunker agreed that talks must get underway as soon as possible.
Messages were sent out by radio to all states involved in the war but in the meantime the war raged on with little sign of it stopping.
For now all the Belvanians could do is sit and wait and hope for a positive response in a war they now regret starting.

[Vionna-Frankenlisch]

Bunker, Classified Location
General Tajrono's Chamber

Since he had arrived at HCB-B (High Command Bunker-Bravo) Atsushi Tajrono, had lived up to his name and had been industrious with his time, already he had
put together a plan to defend the River Maron, incase the enemy may wish to cross.

Weapons and Ammunition Center
Fort Van Holdeek

"Jeremy, you there?" Asked Sergent Hattersly peeking around the room, looking for his subordinate.
"Yes, sir!" A stout lad replied peeking up from from behind a table, adjourned with weapons and bullets."Wha'd you need, sir?"
He continued in a high American accent."One new Dolov Assault Carbine! Fresh from Ford Bay!" Hattersly said, answering his question.

Technician Corporal Jeremy Davis was stout, 5'10 and 19 years old! He wore a whit vest, covered by a Standard Camo Jacket, on his head he wore
a baseball cap. He had short, wavy, blond hair and wore an assortment of freckles on his face. On the other hand Sgt. Hattersly was 6'2, Burly and wore
his full combat fatigues and helmet. His head was shaved bald and he had a small stubble, his head was more comparable to a Bowling Ball then anything else.

Barracks, Mess Hall
Fort Van Holdeek

Captain Timothy Legendre sat and ate his day's lunch with his fellow officers just ad he had done any other day, he sat down at his usual spot, ate his usual lunch
and drank his usual rum. But today was different, every day since reports has heard that Belvanian Planes had been spotted on the borders, the troops of Fort Van Holdeek
were jumpy and full of rumours. But it wasn't until the alarms started sounding...

"Alert!Alert! Belvanian Bombers and Para's! Alert!Alert!"

Timothy knew that the day had finally come...

[Vionna-Frankenlisch]

1st Plat-B-Coy-1st Bat-3rd Reg of Foot
Gilleron Highway, Heading to Holdeek

"Come in, FVH!" Shouted Captain Gellert into the radio,"Come in goddamnit!" Gellert was obviously very annoyed, him and his company had been on the highway for days,
without orders and without supplies. Finally after what seemed like hours, he got a response,"This is Fort Van Holdeek!"The voice on the line said,"We are under attack, i repeat,
we are under atta--" Suddenly, an explosion in the background cut all communications...

Krypton 1-Marine Task Force
Just outside the Evac Point for refugees

"Ready boys?" Commander Davis asked with a toothy grin stretched across his face,"Were gonna get in there, were gonna kill the Achilleian Scum and were gonna get out, understood?"
"Yes Commander, Sir!" The platoon replied. The platoon crept forward towards the football complex and then stopped... Commander Davis looked around and saw the other platoons formed
up and ready to attack..."Get ready, lads..."He whispered,"Fire!"

[Belvania]

In a sudden twist to this 72 day war just when Belvania were banging on about peace talks suddenly they announced .
The Belvanians had decided to throw their lot into the ring win or lose this war their trump card.It was a gamble Greenslade was prepared to take the stakes were high.

[Greater Banitia]

At a secret bunker somewhere in Belvania

We could get all leaders around the table for peace talks if they agree to it said Sir Arthur Greenslade
We all know if this war continues much longer we are bound to lose the opposition and it's allies are to strong for us .
Everyone in the bunker agreed that talks must get underway as soon as possible.
Messages were sent out by radio to all states involved in the war but in the meantime the war raged on with little sign of it stopping.
For now all the belvanians could do is sit and wait and hope for a positive response in a war they now regret starting.

The Admiral had Received the message. "Forward it to the enemy fleet. I will dictate"

Recipient: Saint-Achille
Encryption: None

As the radioed message states, the head nation of your side of the war is willing to bring this war to an end. To avoid further bloodshed, I am willing to oblige. If you will agree to a cease fire, send up a green flare. If you decline, send up a red flare. If we see a green flare, we will immediately cease fire and try to come to an agreement from there. If you send up the red flare, nothing will change.

Note that we will keep our defense systems on.

Regards,
Admiral Erikson, Greater Banitia

[Vionna-Frankenlisch]

City of Frankenlisch
Imperial Palace
22nd November

"Your Grace." Said the courier to get the King's attention,"Belvania has offered peace terms." He continued glancing to a pile of papers in his haversack.
"Very well..." Replied the King, James I,"Put them on my desk, over there." Pointing to a messy table in the corner of the council chamber.
"But your grac-..." The boy was cut off by the king's voice,
"Just do it..." The king said,"They started this war... I thinks it's best that we end it..."

[Saint Achille]

Bridge-SAS Virtue
CSG2-Virtue-Task Force Trojan
Outside Belvanian Waters

Admiral Hartwick turned away from the window and looked at the sailor.

“Sir, telex for you. It’s from EXCOM.”

Hartwick took the printout and read it over once and then again. Executive Command, the President and his cabinet, as well as the Chiefs of Staff and other advisors, had recommended an immediate cease fire. He was holding an order from the Commander in Chief directing Task Force Trojan to disengage and await further instructions. He turned to his XO,

“Order all units to cease fire. Maintain radar locks but do not fire.”

“Trojan, Trojan, this is Priam, Priam. Break-break. Morgan, Morgan, Morgan. I say again, Morgan, Morgan, Morgan. Group leaders acknowledge, over.”

An uneasy calm fell over the task force as the guns fell silent. The VALORS cells remained open and the guns trained on their targets, but nothing fired, not yet. Above the enemy group, the Achillean planes circled, maintaining locks on the ships, but holding their fire. Smoke drifted lazily above the fleet, climbing into the sky. Hartwick spoke again,

“Get the recovery birds out. We need to get those people out of the water.”

The recovery helicopters circling the carriers and big decks curved away from their ships, heading towards the sailors and civilians in the water.

LT Jonathan Brandt-Bounty Actual
SAEF4-Hektor-Task Force Trojan
Evacuation Point Erebus-Belvania

“Platoon! Front! Troops! Two hundred! First Squad, second squad; grenadier! Commence firing!”

The Vionnan troops had them outnumbered. Brandt estimated they had at least a full company advancing on their position. The enemy was laying down a base of fire with automatic weapons while the riflemen tried to close the distance quickly. His first two squads opened up with their rifles and automatic weapons. The ARX-160s were accurate and the approaching troops had little cover. The M-27s lashed out across the field, placing well aimed bursts of automatic fire on target. SAEF doctrine argued in favor of a lower rate of fire in return for greater accuracy from the squad automatic weapons. A high rate of fire did no good if disciplined enemy troops knew they would not be hit.

The light thumping sound of the GLX 160s punctuated the cacophony of rifle fire. The grenades arced across the sky and came down in the parking lot, attempting to disrupt the enemy automatic riflemen. Brandt paced up and down the trenches, occasionally scrambling between the trees to the next. He directed the fire of the men and kept in near constant communication with his squad leaders. The men were holding well. First and second squad had six wounded between them, two of them serious. They needed second tier medical attention soon. Without the Kingfisher’s long-range radio gear, however, they were unable to communicate with the rest of the task force.

[Belvania]

Belvanian war bunkerSir Arthur paraded up and down the length of the room in the war bunker his brow now covered in sweat."Ok that's it we have no alternative the day has come the time is ripe we now have no choice i'm not going to sit here and let the Belvanian people see me as a weak leader ,i have a strategy that i didn't think i would have to use now i must "General Thinnes looked at Greenslade in total bewilderment"And what is this strategy sir"Greenslade looked around the bunker then stared at every man in turn with a twisted smile of pure evil."I'm sure everyone here is well aware of our underground labratories the scientists we have employed top scientists from afar "Yes Sir but " " But what General Thinnes you suddenly look rather timid let me finish , these scientists have been working on a top secret weapon which i have personally named the XL1 it is A medium range missile armed with a nuclear warhead" Thinnes looked at Greenslade with a very worried look on his face his thoughts were my god this madman must be stopped or else the unthinkable is about to happen.

[Vionna-Frankenlisch]

Belvania-Vionna Border

The Vionnan Troops had begun their conquest towards Belvin and they had started by
trying to liberate the small nation of Germana that was occupied by Belvania at the begining of the war, the Vionnan 5th Army Group had begun the push towards the Germanan Capitol of Magdebourg in the province of Cerly, where Empress Cerly I came from.

5th Army Group, HQ Division Command Tent

"Field Marshall Poltov to see you, sir!" The gaurd at the entrance to Captain-General Krakov's Tent announced as a highly decorated officer in a Pure Black uniform entered the canvas structure.
"Boris!" The uniformed man said in a cheerful booming tone as he held his arms out, General Krakov aknowleged the embrace and offered the man a seat.

"So my friend, how have you been lately?" Boris Krakov asked
"Fine, fine." His companion replied in the same cheerful voice.
"Actually I have somthing to tell you about the Belvanian Swine..."
The Field Marshall said the word 'Swine' in a way that told Boris that
Poltov didnt use it much while talking.

"Nevermind about that!" Krakov said mimmicing Poltov's happy tone,"Let us drink!"
"Please not the cheap russian vodka again, Boris..."
"No I get us expensive wine!"
"From where?"
"Umm... Mother Russia..."
At that Poltov raised his hand and facepalmed,"Really?" He asked for clarafication.
"No!"Krakov said in a supprisingly excited voice,"Belvania!"
"Ha, Ha, Hey!" They both cheered and sat down to drink stolen Belvanian Wine.

1st Intelligence Division, 5th Army Group

"Herr Dokter-General?"
"Yes, Vinkle?" Replied Doctor-General Otto Claren
"I thought ve vere attacking the Belvanians." Said his dimwitted sidekick Herr Vinkle Miester
"Ve are Vinkle just not yet!"
"But Vy? Kilman and Clarance are dead there is no vone to vurry about!"

[Belvania]

It was christmas eve and almost a month had gone by since Sir Arthur Greenslade had contimplated a nuclear weapon ,his wife Mabel was busy preparing the vegetables in the kitchen for the big day ,but unfortunetly her husband was planning something completely different for the big day."Ah ha this will be a christmas present to all the Vionna Frankenlisch people that they will never forget for a long time in fact they won't be alive to ever know anything about it. General Thinnes "he called "General Thinnes " he called again still no reply" where is that confounded man when i need him . " Just then Greenslades wife Mabel came in "right i have prepared all the dinner ready for tomorrow that was right wasn't it dear xmas dinner for 16 guests from the Belvanian military""Yes Yes woman" he replied "have you seen General Thinnes ""Yes he left here about an hour ago he seemed as if something was worrying him"Now Greenslades wife had no idea what her husband was planning.Meanwhile Greenslade was on the phone to his top scientific adviser Jamie Cheeks "Right Cheeks you sure everything is on schedule for xmas day "Yes sir but the xl1 is unstable sir we are not sure of it's success rate and it's capability to hit it's target "I don't care what you think Cheeks just do as i say 12 0 clock midday tomorrow the XL1 will be programmed for a direct hit on it's target ,merry xmas Vionna Frankenlisch until tomorrow.

[Belvania]

Well christmas day arrived but Greenslades plans lie in tatters he had General Thinnes to thank for that , the general couldn't let the madman have his way and behind Greenslades back took a handful of his men and made his way to the science lab where jamie cheekes was going to launch the xl1 ."Right men as soon as we enter the main lab area i want cheekes and all his assistants put under arrest , i know when greenslade finds out what i've done he will go bananas but i cannot sit by and let this madman destroy another country like that".Meanwhile cheekes stared up at the clock" 10 minutes to go then i push the button the missile is ready to fire and it points directly at the very heart of vionna frankenlisch".Suddenly there was a knock at the door "who's there " said cheekes "It's me General Thinnes just come down to make sure everything is going to plan"Ah come in general of course in about 6 minutes from now Vionna Frankenlisch will cease to exist" Thinnes entered the lab and without any hesitation shouted to his men to arrest Cheekes and the other lab technicians , but the men he had taken with him to arrest cheekes just stood there and didn't respond to him ".For christ sake in the name of god arrest them" still they done nothing with the clock ticking the minutes away to five minutes suddenly a terrible feeling washed through General Thinnes he looked at cheekes who by now had the most evil smile on him ." Im afraid they won't do anything you say general you see Sir Arthur has thought of everything and there's not a damn thing can do about it now.

[Vionna-Frankenlisch]

Main Defence Silo
Greater City of Frankenlisch

"We have multiple Nuclear and Conventional Missiles inbound, sir!" Biggs shouted
"Goddamn it! Launch anti-ballistics!" His Commander, Terrance Dijon replied.
"It might be too late, sir!"
"Do it! And activate our Defence Drones!"
"Yes Sir"

200 Anti-Ballistic Missiles shot from the silo and towards the incoming barrage, the only question left was, would they hit?
In the meanwhile defence drones expanded their wings and set out to defend the City of Frankenlisch.

[Belvania]

Cheekes was pacing up and down waiting for his instructions from head office he didn't have to wait much longer." Ok Cheekes press that button now"Cheekes went over to the control panel and with a computer screen that showed the capital of vionna and would show excatly what happens when the xl1 hits it 's target .The sweat poured off cheekes brow his mouth was dry and his hands were shaking with fear ,this was the moment it had finally arrived and after all the big talk cheekes couldn't bring himself to put his finger on the button .Meanwhile at the other end of the phone Greenslade was going mad with rage "Cheekes for god sake do as i say and press the button if you don't i will personally see to it that you are tied to the missile and i will launch it myself now have i made myself clear""I c c c c cant s s s sir "trembled cheekes."Cheekes compose yourself man and think of the benefits to you and your family after all this i will appoint you as my top scientific advisor with a massive increase in salary " That was all that was needed with cheekes he showed the one human weakness money His finger hovered over the button then he pressed it ,the button was pressed the missile was launched now he stared at the computer screen it was just a matter of minutes.

[Vionna-Frankenlisch]

5th Army Group
Germana, Nantebourg

The 5th Army Group had begun the push into Germana and had reached Nantebourg with almost no resistance, bar a few civilians who hurled rocks at them.
They had been ordered not to loot and ransack but so far the Vionnan Military Police had a hard time stopping them, already the Germanan People were
unhappy with the Vionna-Frankenlischian Soldiers, but at least they were better than the Belvanians.

City of Frankenlisch
Main Defence Silo

"Good God!" Captain Dijon exclaimed as the DKMK1 Defence Drones got to work, lasers firing away destroying the Conventional Missiles one by one.
However, the nuke still fell down on Frankenlisch, it seemed that the drones didn't recognise it.
Suddenly... The sky lit up, a large explosion shattered the ears of those, not in the bomb shelters...

It had been stopped, an anti-ballistic missile had hit the XL1 and destroyed it, the people in the streets and the soldiers and personnel in the Defence Silo celebrated
madly for hours, stripping to their underwear and dancing in the sunset, just as nature wanted...

[Belvania]

Meanwhile Greenslade heard the news that his beloved xl1 had been destroyed he sat back in his chair realising how close he came to outright victory now he had to re think his plans for total domination . General Thinnes was a much happier and relieved man "thank god this evil has been stopped but knowing Sir Arthur he won't stop there , i must try to contact Vionna Frankenlisch Greenslade has to be stopped this has gone to far and i am willing to help the other side even though i risk my life".

[Vionna-Frankenlisch]

State of the 2nd Vionna-Belvania War

Battle of Cape Winter
Naval Battle involving:
Saint Achille
Greater Banitia
Vionna-Frankenlisch
Status:V-F/GB Victory

Battle of Fort Van Holdeek
Fort Battle involving:
Belvania
Vionna-Frankenlisch
Status:In Progress

Germana Campaign
Campaign involving:
Belvania
Germana
Vionna-Frankenlisch
Status:In Progress

XL1 Launch
Missile Strike involving:
Belvania
[General Thinnes]
Vionna-Frankenlisch
Status:V-F Victory

[Belvania]

In Sir Arthur Greenslades office he was having a conversation with one of his men over the phone "Jappers are you absolutely sure your imformation is right about General Thinnes""Yes sir without any doubt our contacts close to Thinnes have reported to me that he lost his nerve and is going over to the other side or he might have already done so " Greenslade walked over to a shelf and pulled out a batch of files from a folder he then through them down onto the table and flicked his fingers through the pages the pages fell open with the photo of General Thinnes ."Jappers are you still there""Yes sir "came the voice from the other end of the phone."Jappers you know what might happen if Thinnes goes over to the other side he knows to much inside imformation and must be dealt with ,now i know you have always been pretty close to Thinnes both your wives see each other regularly for shopping trips and i know it won't be easy for you but your orders are to deal with him."Sir do you want me to bring him here for questioning" "Jappers i don't think you realise the seriousness of the situation i'm not talking about capturing him he has to be dealt with in a different way i mean disposed of ""But sir""No but's Jappers see to it and no mistakes.