Alright guys.
The Pacifican-Crisk war is beginning. This is going to the OOC thread, IC will be put up tomorrow; more or less once Pacificora get's back from his trip.
I think we all know the background here; Vyrin decided to take his growing hatred tot he people, who forced a decision between stability and war. Derrick choose the latter, preventing another civil war but bringing a war over love.
OP:
Things had changed quickly in Criska following the Banquet. Rapidly. The mood of the people changed from one of jovial happiness to anger and outrage, massive demonstrations took place not against Criska’s government, but against Pacificora; a country that lay far away based on islands in the Pacific. The shift in mood had come from the influence of a single character among the Crisk Aristocracy. Lord Vyrin Dolor. Young, ambitious, athletic, he was the pedigree of the growing number of Crisk Supremacists. Emperor Derrick Oktarian tried his best to keep the people at bay, calling them to remember the horrors of war from the civil that had brought their once mighty Empire crashing down like an avalanche down a mountain side, but the people refused to listen.
Criska had gone silent with the Pacificans. Merchant ships were turned away or their goods seized by dock officials. There hadn’t been any talks between the Crisk and Pacificans in nearly two months, and things were reaching a head. The Emperor watched as the people who had once been willing to listen to screamed in rage and anger about how the Pacificans were going to take advantage of them, had corrupted the Imperial Family. They threatened to overthrow the government and all the progress that had been made in the last decades over a case of envy from a Crisk Lord.
The Emperor had been forced to act. He chose the course of stability. He had chosen the path of war. In his last public statement he had said one simple statement; ‘You brought this upon yourselves.’ Their path was set, and their plan had been made. Strike hard and fast against the Pacificans source of pride, then retreat back to port and await retaliation. The Crisk knew they would not win a war against Pacificora on their soil. Without the Crisk Air Force being able to operate en masse in the area their soldiers would be sitting ducks awaiting their own destruction. They decided to wage a war of hit and run strikes until the enemy grew frustrated enough to attack them directly, out of range of their own air power, and prove their strength in a feat of arms.
They had gained the opportunity. The Great Pacific, the pride of the Pacifican Navy was patrolling the waters around Corinava, and the Hymn of Strength and it’s cousin the Oath of the Dawn were poised to strike their rival in brutal fashion, with support from their fleet; the Flaming Hand, a force of twenty destroyers, fifteen frigates, and four cruisers, and fifteen submarines. They had their commands, awaiting their moment to strike.
Pacific Ocean, near Corinava
Hymn of Strength(Dasta ur Vatra)
Briefing Room
07:15
Hymn of Strength(Dasta ur Vatra)
Briefing Room
07:15
The Hymn of Strength and it’s cousin to it’s left rear were mighty vessels, the decks of the carriers filled with aircraft being prepared for launch in the rising heat of the morning. The sun was out and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. A beautiful day for both pilots and sailors. But today was going be a day remembered in crimson, not the warmth of the morning sun.
Four full squadrons were sitting in front of a large screen, to the right of the screen a Crisk aristocrat from a well-off munitions company was standing in forest camouflage at a podium, looking at the eighty people seated before him. He didn’t know how many of them would return from their mission and wanted to remember their faces and had studied their names. He didn’t want any ghosts haunting him when he returned home to Ianaa. The screen flashed into life, glowing the color of blood with a white Crisk dragon in the center until it changed into a map of the surrounding area, focusing further in onto a live satellite feed of the Pacifican fleet to their east. As several target markers appeared the officer began speaking. It was routine that they got the enar same briefing everyday. Today the waiting was finally over.
“In less than twenty minutes you will take off from the deck of their carrier to strike a blow that the Pacificans will feel in their being. A month past an officer bragged about this carrier to our officer cadre, and today we send it to the bottom of the Pacific; a sitting place for the vessel known as the Great Pacific to lie.”
The screen changed to a rough profile of the carrier, dotted circles appearing around areas expected to munition and fuel storage areas, the great turbines the propelled the Great Pacific, and the bridge, as well a box outlining around the water line of the vessel. “It will be the duty of Vammor Squadron to launch anti-ship missiles at the vessel in an attempt to hit the bridge of the carrier. If we can shatter their communication with the rest of the vessels in the fleet and their radar they will be sitting ducks. Leviathan Squadron, your role will be to attack the water line of the vessel, we don’t want this carrier damaged, we want it on the bottom of the sea. Black Squadron will aim at missile carriers near the carrier to ease on the pressure on the attack squadrons. Knight, your role will be tasked with gaining air superiority over the air space.”
The officer paused as the display changed to a diagram of the Pacifican’s fleet formation. “You will have the support of four squadrons from Oath of the Dawn; Valkyrie providing air superiority with Desta and Vampiric squadrons helping with the destruction of support vessels, and Fang providing assistance in striking the water-line of the carrier. There will be attacks coming from the Crisk fleet focusing on the Great Pacific. This operation is key to the overall strategy that High Command wishes to adopt. Your aircraft have already been prepared. For the Emperor.” He finished, giving the Crisk salute.
“For the Emperor!” Eighty voices chorused, both male and female.
Flight Deck of the Hymn of Strength
07:35
07:35
Flights of A-6Es, MiG-29Ks, and F-35s were flying overhead. The roar of jets was near deafening, drowning out almost all other sounds. Captain Vance Ryken sat back in the chair of his Fulkrum K, a grin behind his flight mask. This is what he had spent five years of his life training for. The time had come to see if that training was going to have a payout.
>>>This is Flight Control. Knight’s 1 through four, prepare for take off.<<<
“Let’s get this show on the road.” He muttered to himself. Crewmembers slowly backed away from his aircraft, then his aircraft shot into the air. The Flight Controler quickly sent up the other sixteen members of his squadron, and the fleet of one-hundred-and-sixty aircraft began moving to their operational space. Pacifican radar operators within Corinava had taken notice of the aircraft moving for their forces and began scrambling jets as fast it could.
“This is Knight 1 to all units under my command. Remember, finger-four formation, keep each other covered.”
Five tense minutes passed.
>>>This is Black Four to all units. Picking up five Pacifican aircraft closing in fast from the south, over.<<<
>>>This is Valkyrie Leader, I see them. Knight you are closer to being able to engage them. They are closing with Leviathan squadron quickly.<<<
“This is Knight Leader. Moving to engage. Knights 9 through 20, stay in formation. Everyone else, move to engage, over.” Captain Ryken began maneuvering through the other aircraft, followed closely by seven other MiG-29Ks.
The Pacifican interceptors reached the squadron of A-6Es seconds before Ryken and his fighters.
>>>Leviathan Four is down!<<<
>>>So are Five and Ten!<<<
Three Prowlers were falling from the skies, quickly becoming balls of fire before disintegrating into smoke and shards of metal. Two ejections were made.
“Knight 1, engaging. All Knights, engage.”
One of the Prowlers launched flares, but a second missile struck the aircraft near the center of the aircraft. It exploded instantly.
>>>Leviathan Leader is down!<<<
Then the counter attack began. A fifth Prowler went down but Ryken didn’t hear who it was. Another launched flares and prevented his own destruction. He got behind one of the Pacifican fighters who quickly began climbing, calling for assistance. One of the interceptors began attempting to follow the MiG up, but a burst of machine gunfire struck it’s fuel, and fire immediately began to shoot out of the aircraft. The Pacifican interceptor turned belly side up as it’s lost it’s thrust, then began a dive straight towards the ocean. It never made it. It exploded viciously feet above the surface of the water.
Ryken got a lock onto the interceptor. Take this you bastard. He fired one of his missiles. In response the Pacifican leveled off it’s climb, then launched flares. Damn it. Leveling off it’s dive however, also sealed the interceptor’s fate. Before it could take advantage of it’ ability to dive down on the MiG Ryken opened fire with his gun, ripping holes into the underbelly of the aircraft. Immediately the pilot began making a V-line for it’s base, but it never made it. Ryken shot his second missile at the aircraft and destroyed it’s engine. The aircraft seemed to almost push the front end of itself forward for a moment, then disintegrated, the pilot slowly making his way back down to the surface of the water on a parachute.
The other interceptors had been dealt with by the time his dog fight was over. Several squadrons began reporting engaging the Pacifican navy vessels. There was a brief moment of calm after he rejoined his formation, then the Crisk navy began launching its missiles, and it’s fighters their own. The Pacifican response was swift. Anti-air missiles were shot into the air, and all hell broke loose. The skies filled with smoke.
