Black Seeds Of Vengeance [The Great Crusade, Part 1]

by **The Master M** » Thu Apr 22, 2010 10:58 am

‘This song is ending. But the story never ends.’

The advance elements of Assault Fleet 29 had begun their final preparations to land the first troops onto the shores of Sharfghotten; volley after volley of cruise missiles streaked inland, aiming to eliminate land based targets as identified by the complex network of high-flying observation drones, AWAC aircraft flying high above the fleets and the satellites above that orbited high enough to escape the worst of the debris that now littered outer space. Seven hundred anti-radiation XS120 ‘Bladesong’ missiles were launched with no deliberate target; rather, they would actively seek radar emitting structures and vehicles. Nine hundred and fourteen XD80 ‘Storm Shadow’ cruise missiles were set to strike against pre-determined land based locations, especially artillery and static hard points around the area of the invasion site.

The first wave was ready; seventeen thousand soldiers landing at a single point, to be captured and served as a beachhead. Codenamed ‘Lionheart’, the beaches had been identified as suitable for heavy armour to move on, and provided some cover to the soldiers who would have to give their lives for it. Blood for the Blood God; endless lives to feed the insatiable machine that is war.

As the assault ships began the painfully slow process of manoeuvring through the myriad of other vessels heading towards Sharfghotten, the forward anti-aircraft frigates began firing upon the barrage of cruise missiles heading towards the fleet. Combined with fire from the squadrons of fighters already in the air, many of the missiles were destroyed. The only two casualties of the attack were most peculiar: a single Sentinel was struck by a lucky chunk of shrapnel from and exploding missile, which penetrated the cockpit canopy – killing the pilot instantly, and sending the aircraft careering harmless down into the ocean. The second was the transport vessel MMS Vanity, which was struck by a single missile just above the waterline – thirty-three died instantly, and another seventy four suffered horrific burns and other injuries from the fire that followed.

The ship continued to burn, and a veritable flotilla of helicopters begun ferrying the first of the six thousand soldiers from the vessel to other nearby ones – not because of the ship was going to sink (because it was not), rather so that they could take part in the landing whilst their ship was repaired.

Under the cover of the missile barrage, the first group of landing ships were launched...

by **Sharfghotten** » Mon Apr 26, 2010 2:30 pm

Arelfenn Naval base

The soldiers garrisoned at Arelfenn gazed upwards as the cruise missiles fired by the Ekraysians began raining down across the airfield in the South-West corner of the base. The air control tower itself was hit numerous times, seeming particularly vulnerable to the Mian Bladesongs. The concrete structure disintegrated under the onslaught and in short order it was little more than a pile of rubble.

Of the 800,000 men in the base, only 100 thousand were fully trained, 'hard core' Sharf infantry. The rest of the force was made up of locally recruited militia- men, women and young adults taken from surrounding villages and towns, given a crash course in military doctrine and having weapons literally thrust into their hands. They would be fighting for not only their lives, but the lives of their homes and family.

They could see, in the middle distance, the vast flotilla of Brewdomian helicopters with their deadly cargo. In any other situation the large group of helicopters would be considered ridiculous, but here it took on a far more frightening picture.

All around, men were busy fortifying the base. The entire construction was massive, a good few kilometers across, and most of it was little more than open land. It was on this open land that the Sharfs began mobilising. Sandbag walls were built up between hastily constructed pillboxes, providing some cover for the base's contingent of S-78 tanks and other armour groups. Larger machine guns, particularly 12.7mm, were mounted onto small tripods and placed to form interlocking killzones that the enemy wouls simply be funneled into.

Even as they were built, the pillboxes had come under fire from yet more Brewdomians. It seemed their numbers were limitless- attack helicopters and yet more drones filled the air. The remaining static AA sites in the base launched their Strela-10 missiles at the Brewdomian drones and attack choppers, and from small helipads further afield Sharfghotten's own GG-89 attack heli's made their way into the base, gunning the Brewdomian vehicles with 30mm autocannon fire.

DpK-9AA groups began pouring 23mm flak shells at the Brewdomian transport helicopters, hoping to thin out the enemy before they dismounted.

Corporal Lefrun led his squad to a low brick wall- perhaps it was once destined to be something special, but it had long since been abandoned. The squad affixed their 12.7mm HMG to the masonry, and all lay down in the soft grass. The newer recruits clutched their TOG-5.56 rifles, while Lefrun had been granted one of the new OTA-99's. They would wait until the Brewdomians arrived on the ground before exposing themselves. Hopefully they would live to see tomorrow.

Altressen Plateau artillery base

The Ekraysian missiles aimed at the artillery base did indeed impact the installation, although damages there were mostly superficial. The launch silos built deep into the mountains had justified their massive cost, surviving the barrage relatively unscathed. However, there were always exceptions to the rule, one Ghothic missile found its way into the tiniest of cooling vents and erupted within the mountain, collapsing the entire silo in on itself.

In the air

The Sharf air groups had no idea of the presence of the Brewdomian thermo warheads. As they sped across the sea, dodging missiles to the best of their ability, one of the said rockets struck an unlucky MiG-31. With the resulting explosion wiping out the whole squadron and sending what was left of them tumbling towards the sea, the planes drifted even further apart. They dived and weaved to avoid the Brewdomian anti-air fire, but several still fell victim to the incoming. Some released Anti-ship missiles at the most forward AA frigates, before peeling away ready to use their autocannons in an AA role. The majority however launched their own AAM's at the Brewdomian F-111's, a total of six hundred missiles. When their missile hardpoints sat empty, they reverted to their 30mm autocannons.

by **Hurtful Thoughts** » Tue Apr 27, 2010 12:04 am

((Paging Archie, either attack or post that your fleet lost its nerve))

by **Of The Arch ilands** » Tue Apr 27, 2010 1:40 am

The Fleet had taken a bit of a battering from the Recent missile barrage. How ever due to the Fire coming from one direction and the length of time it took for them to arrive. Most where successfully intercepted from one method or another. but True to the case Some managed to get through, disabling 1 Cruiser and destroying 2 Destroyers and 5 Gun frigates.

Admiral Nativa gritted her teeth. "report!"

"we lost 5 Centurions and 2 destroyers ma'am the ANV Tinkerton has been disabled they report being able to fix the leak and get the engines back online but they request to return home under there own power."

"Permission granted, what of the Hurtian fleet?"

"How far away are we from the blockade?"

"about 500 nautical miles ma'am"

"Full speed ahead! order the Fleet to adjust to formation Delta Hotel six"

The fleet carried on right towards the Hurtian fleet , the range between the to fleets meant that the Archians hadn't picked up there presence yet. but due to the Missile barrage they where on high alert ready for anything to pop out the wood work.

by **Tahar Joblis** » Tue Apr 27, 2010 4:35 pm

Up and down the coast, Tahar Joblissan volunteers rushed to provide medical aid, morale, and supplies. The chemical weapons attacks were widely condemned.

Some had second thoughts; some died. Most continued their work, dedicating themselves with increasing fervor to bringing down the Gholgothic monsters.

Arelfenn:

Among, beside, around - well, near, anyway - Arelfenn, tens of thousands of Tahar Joblissan volunteers were rallying to stop the Brewdomian invasion. Perhaps even over a hundred thousand had attached themselves to the forces based there. One man is all it takes to haul a Coatl I or Coatl II anti-aircraft missile in its launch tube out to the coast to send a highly reliable greeting to a Brewdomian helicopters.

Advisors positioned near Hafenstadt had suggested to Arch forces that they first use aircraft to shoot down incoming cruise missiles before expending Coatl missiles. Against high-altitude bombers, or high-speed fighterjets, the ground-launched missiles might be evaded. Transport helicopters, however? These were ideal targets for Coatls. The advice was to spend them like firecrackers. Thousands were fired.

The TJLR-50 series of light recoilless rifle was intended for light anti-armor work. However, with its high effective range and velocity, it, too, along with the Rumsudoi, would be deployed against the helicopters.
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The amphibious landing vessels discovered the fourth-largest concentration of Tahar Joblissan torpedoes deployed as mines. Thousands of them were already in the water, firing off by the score as toothsome transports tip-toed towards torpedo terror. A single hit could sink an aircraft carrier. The transports would be in trouble.

The fight to keep the invader from setting foot in Sharfghotten had begun in earnest.

TMM Beachhead

Though not as great a concentration of mines had been deployed here, it had been an obvious choice of landing site, and TMM landing ships would find themselves greeted by deadly torpedoes as well. Well over a thousand were within maximum striking range of the beach; hundreds would greet TMM landing ships and transports as they neared within sight of the coast, still miles from landing.

by **Groko** » Tue Apr 27, 2010 5:07 pm

Grokoan Fleets

Although Group C was now engaged in a deadly fight for survival, Group A and B were continued to close in on their destination. The two Fleets, having avoided most of the Gothic scouts and radar nets, (I'm assuming since only Group C has been engaged) were now less then one hundred miles from the Sharf homelands. Provided they would reach the Sharf safely, the Fleet's were escorting a variety of supply ships carrying guns,ammo, and more to bolster the strength of the Sharf militia.

by **Of The Arch ilands** » Wed Apr 28, 2010 6:17 am

Hafenstadt

Hafenstadt had a fire work party a firework party of the most irregular kind. Coatl I and II' Rocketed from Makeshift and dedicated launchers all around Hafenstadt, aimed for the Brewdomian Helicopters.

In the town Center the Massive Goliath Artillery Guns Boomed once more aimed for the Incoming Landing Crafts. Adding there deadly 5ton soft tip HE shells into the mix of Sea mines and torpedoes. The first wave would be in trouble indeed.

All around Hafenstadt soldiers Prepared adding more sand bags and reinforcing Positions. The Hill just outside Hafenstadt had been Entrenched as best as possible Deep Trenches and AT emplacements lined the hill ready to rain hell down on any Gothic forces that would be foolish enough to assault the Hill.

by **Hurtful Thoughts** » Wed Apr 28, 2010 5:09 pm

An HF-7E from the HTS Roanoke was acredited with spotting the enemy fleet. I returned to its carrier without incident despite the mounting storm brewing nearby which could jepoardize Hurtian air-superiority.

As the Hurtians detected the enemy exceedingly late, at half the expected distance and at twice the expected closing velocity. This worried Admiral Kovaks immensly, as he'd have to speede-up his timetable and make sure every move counted.

There would be little room for error before the guns came within range...

The Hornet and Enterprise unleashed a flight of eight HF-7As (loaded with Sea-Lance stand-off torpedoes) for their attack on the enemy fleet in conjunction with a dozen converted FMA-6Ds loaded-down with four harpoons each.

The HTS Roanoke then prepped a flight of F-5Xs for air superiority as the escorts took a greater role in ASW and armed their ASROC box-launchers with a mix of RIM-67 Standard missiles and Sea-Sparrows, closer-in, airborne targets would have to deal with 125 and 35 mm cannons coupled with RIM-116 RAMs.

The escorts around the other two carriers weren't going to be as well defended, but it was hoped that any gaps in the missile-que would be plugged long before anti-air would be necessary.

Meanwhile, the Hurtian submarines would continue closing-in, their job would be to either consolidate Hurtian vicory, or to make it a phyric deafeat, rather than decide the general outcome of the battle.

by **Of The Arch ilands** » Tue May 04, 2010 12:36 pm

The Archian AWAC Appeared over the Hurtian fleet the Storm clouds electrical charge had some what interfered with the AWACs sensors and radar how ever its course had luckily placed it right on top of the Hurtian fleet.

"Errr do you see that?" One of the Operators Looked to the other then to his Radar screen.

"Yeh signals match Known Hurtian signals."

"Relaying information."

Upon Seeing the Hurtian fleet right below them the Archian AWAC Banked steeply to the Right and tried to perform a 180 degree turn climbing up and above the storm clouds they where trying to get out of the way of the Hurtian radars and the CAG flights that where no doubt snooping around some where.

Archian 2nd Battle fleet
Command Juggernaut "Fabled Things"

"Sir AWAC flight 4 have picked u the enemy fleet, Signals match Hurtian."

"Sir Current readings match AWACs readings."

Nativa Smiled her Devilish smile, Bring the fleet to high alert launch all emergency interceptor groups order that fighters are still in the air from the Other missile barrage. There was 4 flights of 7 Arrowhead ASAF fighters still in the air, they had about half there fuel and 3quaters of there armanants, remaining, they where still effective Fighting fighter groups.

"Fighter groups this is Overlord, all Fighters wings not on bingo fuel are to Go to foxtrot altitudes and await further instructions."

Flight captain Garry Ferguson was one of the 4 Fighter captains in charge of the 1 of the 4 wings still in the air. shaking his head he flicked to his Squadrons channel. "Ok ladies you herd overlord crank it up."

The Fighter groups immediately started to gain altitude punching through the cloud cover, Just before it started to rain.

Mean while Native had ordered the the verification of the Hurtian fleet, a soon as it came back positive she ordered the attack.

"Full spread 5 waves order the Respective captains to pick there own targets and post them on the Tactcom."

"aye aye sir."

The Tactcom was very much like the FFW program but on a Much larger Naval scale, it allowed the captains of each ship to tap into a fleet wide Information stream which gave the respective captains a slightly delayed live Radar feed that came from every ship in the fleet. it also allowed the Fleet to co-ordinate its defences , this had come in handy when the original massive Missile attack. it also allowed Each ship to know which ships had locked onto to what targets there where.

The Fleet continued to surge forward for about 2 minutes before the real action started, as each captain's picked the targets amongst the Hurtian Fleet (basically the ships that gave off the Radar Blips) the Missile bay doors of each Ship capable of firing Missiles opened up and with in half a minute later the first wave was fired.

Masses of MM80 Harpoon Anti Ship missiles Fired It was impossible to count them as they launched how ever Nativa smiled as she watched on the Tactcom feed 500 MM80 Harpoon Anti shipping missiles screech towards the Hurtian fleet. after a few secounds of Calibration and movement prediction adjustments the second wave was fired and so on till the 5th wave was fired in total 2500 MM80 Harpoon cruise missiles where fired towards the Hurtian Aggressors.

by **Hurtful Thoughts** » Tue May 04, 2010 8:49 pm

The unescorted enemy AWACs did not go unnoticed by Hurtian radar operators, and although it had a running start, was doomed as soon as the command-station aligned the returning Hurtian AEW for a head-on GCI. Illuminated from behind and front, it would have nowhere to hide as the HF-7E streaked-in for the kill from 12 o'clock high in a mach-2.5 dive with wings swept in a menacing pose, its drop-tanks already jettisoned to better cope with the High-G pullout following an easy victory against such a valuable asset of the enemy.

His attack started by 'illuminating' the cockpit with a blinding IR laser, followed by targeting the plane with a beam-ride assisted IR-Homing ASRAAM. Jamming would do no good as long as the targeting laser could correct its trajectory.

The WSO slapped the minifridge as he noted and relayed the inbound enemy AShMs when he saw the seaskimmers streak underneath them from his periphial. He'd let his radar track those for the fleet...

Likewise, the Naval-superiority fleet gave its reply to the 2500+ missile-spam coming its way, with a mere 200 modified RGM-109s. These were modified specificly for attacking ships by replacing the 340 kg blast-frag warhead with a Mk 46 Mod 5(s) homing torpedoes equiped with 45 kg shaped-charge warheads that would easily slice though almost two meters of solid steel, followed by the fiery carcass of the torpedo and several tons of pressurized seawater. These 'reduced' effects were considered worthwhile in the fact that it managed to subvert most naval CIWS in existance. Attack smarter, not stronger.

The air-superiority fleet, headed by the Roanoke, still had to deal with those inbound missiles.

The first response was in chuffing a few decoys in an attempt to make each ship look 'bigger' and then to play around in that slack to hope for a miss. While the helmsmen were busy jinking in their man-made WP fogbank, missiles were already targeting the first salvo, firing two salvoes of 200 RIM-50 Typhoons as they came within 250 nautical miles, making impact at 200.

This was followed by three rapid-fire salvoes of 200 missiles each (some aimed at the second salvo), this time RIM-67 Standards. By the time this barrage was over, the missiles were within 50 miles.

At that point, a salvo of 350 Sea sparrows would be launched, one hundred 125mm shells would be fired, over 1000 RIM-116 Rolling Airframe Missiles would be ready and waiting, and one hundred 35 mm cannons would be automaticly slewed to whatever remained of the first barrage.

Ships appearing to survive the first two waves of missiles had already cylced back to firing more RIM-67s out to the final two salvoes, repeating the struggle.

Already, the to be stricken fleet had begun to follow-through with a counterpunch of its own. The F-20 Tigersharks from the Roanoke were in the air and already had incoming bandits [Arrowheads] to unleash their unbridled fury upon as they made a steep climb to meet them.

Bucky's Assualt [8 HF-7As] was at his point going less than smoothly, being greated by an overwhelming number of inferior aircraft.

Still, they were cocky, they believed themselves to be better able to outfight these 'turds in tinfoil even when restrained with several tons of munitions. One of the WSOs gave them the finger while another was trying to 'hack' into a non-secure frequency so that he could taunt them with obsenities.

The drones [12 FMA-6Ds], being mindless that the were, continued completely unfazed as they straggled from the manned group, though they could perform evasive manuvers, they consisted mostly of basic acrobatics strung together into such grueling High-G manuvers that manned aircraft would have a hard time matching

They all knew help was on the way, and that if they engaged, it would become a one-sided crapshoot notable for severe losses on the enemy's part due to willful fuel-starvation. Still, to keep things interesting, they doglegged their path to starboard so they would present a less savory target.

by **Dephire** » Sun May 09, 2010 3:08 am

Aboard the Defiance

It had been several days since the Leviathan attacked the Sharfghotten installation. Maybe it just seemed like so long for time just seemed to slow down for the Briskans. The cloud of dust and debris lingered in the air, and was now even visible to the Briskan fleet. They were within a few days of reaching the Sharfghotten waters. Soon, the brunt force of a million Briskan soldiers would join their brothers and sisters of Gholgoth. This initial strike force was only the spear head of the entire invasion force of Briska.

After witnessing the destruction brought about by his dark weapon, Archerus was merely in shock. "Those millions did not need to die, but I did what I had to.. What I had promised. How can I gain respect if I do not follow through with what I promise?" The Emperor had locked himself in his quarters, not able to fully take in what he had done. Several million lives lost due to a mixture of stubborn and arrogant leadership in Sharfghotten and Archerus' blood lust. He knew that his forces were only a few days away from landfall. His air force was beginning the bomb runs. Yet, he had no clue what he wanted to do anymore. The disturbing image of the massive mushroom cloud took him back to what he was taught as a young boy about the nuclear holocaust in Dephire several years before his time. Only then, there were several clouds of similar size. He stirred the iced whiskey with his index finger. The Emperor rarely drinks, but he felt this time was an exceptional occasion. A knock at the door woke him out of his daze. Without changing his stance, he loudly spoke, "Enter."

The door was originally designed for a bank vault. It had in its making several different locks and security bars which were slowly sliding out of their places to allow access to a young man who the Emperor knew all too well, Markas.

Markas slowly slid open the door and walked in, stopping to do a quick look-over of his brother-in-law. "My word, Archerus, you look awful."

"Well, I feel awful, Markas. It is not every day that you know you are the biggest son of a bitch in the world," Archerus finished the contents in his glass.

"Look, sir, if this is still about the Leviathan's attack, just remember... They asked for it. You gave them several chances and yet they refused to take the offers. It is not YOUR fault," Markas walked over and patted his brother on the shoulder, "Now then, we are approximately three to four days away from being in landing range of Sharfghotten. Perhaps you should clean up and make an appearance for morale purposes?"

"You are right. It is not right for the leader of an empire to go wallow in a self-implied cell," Archerus stood up from his wooden chair and looked in the mirror. Emperors, Kings, or any other leadership for that matter never wore a crown, nor carried around a scepter. Archerus followed suit with his many predecessors and wore traditional clothing along with a sword clasped to his belt on each side of his body. The whole outfit made him appear as if he were still stuck in the medieval ages. However, upon closer inspection, one would notice that the garments he wore were specially made for close-quarters combat and were even modified to be bullet proof, fire proof, and extremely maneuverable. "At least I do not dress like Jonathan Vega did when he was running around as Scythis." Scythis' traditional look was more closely resembling that of Sparta.

OOC: Sorry, been quite busy. I'll follow up soon.

My Fanfics · by **Osea 767** » Tue May 11, 2010 10:55 am

Council of Ministers Building, Serovskya, SSUO

The small cabal of communists that ran the Union all looked pale as news from Sharfghotten continued to pour in. They knew that there was no way they could avoid this fight. Regardless, the very thought of it was terrifying. It took a while for any of them to start talking. But it did happen and the person who decided to do so was Nikolay Stepashin, the Soviet minister for defence.

"Comrades, these times are bleak. But this is the path we have chosen and we have no choice but to stay on it. Our leadership of the Serovskya Pact sees to that. We can defend ourselves. I urge you to acknowlage the state of hostilities between us and Gholgoth. At the very least, it may lower the pressure on our allies. In the worst case scenario, we can give them the bloody nose they deserve before they destroy us. Ultimately, they will come after us. We can inflict more damage on them now than if we wait."

The foreign affairs minister, Nikita Izvolsky, was the next to speak. "Unfortunately, Minister Stepashin is right. There are no more options. We must ready ourselves for the worst. Wartime measures must be implemented and the reserves must be called up". The other ministers eventually all nodded their agreement, although some of them still hoped that a miricle would appear that would allow the Soviet Socialist Union to stay out of the fight.

In the end though, the matter depended on the acceptance of the situation by two people. That was Premier Aleksander Mironov and Prime Minister Eric Ruhle. Ruhle was the first to respond, giving a reluctant nod of approval. "Our nation must do what it must in these times". Mironov was deep in thought. He had imagined that conflict would come soon. However, he had expected a different enemy from that he faced. But, after a while, he also gave a relucant nod of approval.

The decision soon sent its effects through the union. All military units began to move to a state of full alert. Reserve units were being mobilised slowly, to avoid too much of an impact on the economy. Plans were made to explore the possibility of sending forces to aid Sharfghotten, though only a few thought there was any chance of such plans succeeding. Old equipment was being brought out of storage and production was increased by military industries. Stockpiles of strategic supplies and materials were being increased in all areas.

There was no turning back now.

by **Of The Arch ilands** » Wed May 12, 2010 7:29 am

Unescorted Archian AWAC

The Alarms blared all through the flight deck of the AWAC Hostile fighter was on an intercept course and they couldn't seem to brake the Radar lock that was on them, The pilots and crew of the AWACs had trained for this sort of situation. in all honesty there wasn't much they could do other than the pilot trying to by enough time for the crew to jump. The AWAC Banked Hard Left Pushing the engines to full power it used its massive 4 Turbo Jet engines and started to climb hoping to our Manoeuvre the income fighter.

The AWAC wasn't as alone as it was first thought how ever, from the cloud scape below a squadron of the Archian Arrowhead fighters Erupted up charging towards the income Hurtian fighter. They had already been in on CAG duties and when the Hurtian fleet was detected they began to climb to hide in the cloud cover.

The 7 Arrowhead MkII's Split up into 3 groups two groups of 2 and one group of three Separating they went in for a 3 move pincer kill the two smaller groups swinging in from the right and left as the larger group charged and climbed head on towards the Hurtian.

"I have a lock i repeat missile lock!"

"Weapons clear!"

From one of the ASF Fighters on the smaller group going left the pilot let off a AIM 120B towards the Hurtian fighter, another pilot in the Centre group who had managed to get a lock shortly after the first let off a second AIM 120 at the Hurtian Strike Craft.

The Remaining 3 Sorties of Archian fighters [15 Arrowhead MkII's fighters, 6 Euro fighters Typhoons] had turned to the incoming Hurtian Strike craft [Buckys Assault], Flying officer Harlot was the man in charge of the 4 sorties that where on CAG and where now on the offensive. He was a little weary they had half tanks of fuel and had used a few of there closer range missiles and Cannon ammo against the Master M Strike, but the Arrowheads where some of the most manoeuvrable fighters in the known word, being hybrids of the Euro fighter, The Archian Air force had spent no time at all purchasing rights to the Design and making there own hybrids.

"Ok guys radar shows six boogies Brake into your Flights 3 part pincer movement Delta squadron dive straight into them Omaha you take 6 o'clock low the rest of you on me were gunna go in from the East looping long around them."

Harlot got a series of Responses stating that each squadron understood and then they broke Diving out of the cloud scape they Rocketed towards Hurtian fighters the 2 of the squadrons visible immediately Hurtling towards the 8 Hurtian fighters and diving lower trying to get on there six o'clock as Harlots squadron hung back Looping long around the east they planned to take on any stragglers that tried to brake off.

Archian battle fleet

The Alarms blared once again as the Fleet wide radar picked up the incoming 200 missiles [And Torps?] Already Ship captains where co-coordinating there efforts the Battlenet giving each ship captain a clear view of what was coming at them, The Defences had been fully reloaded and where already waiting as soon as they came in range the fleet responded with a huge arsenal of Rim 161 Missiles as well as modified MIM 104Fs turning the space between the two fleets into a hell storm as the missiles collided with each other.

Admiral Nativa Paced across her command deck on the Massive Hulk that was the Archian "Modern Juggernaut" a massive vessel which carried about as many guns as the rest of the fleet combined in the centre of the fleet along with the Carriers it dominated the fleet and even the carriers.

"Order the Captains to Begin un-interrupted barrage"

"aye ma'am"

"And get my Strike craft off the Deck of the Leviathan."

The Leviathan was an ageing super carrier, the first of its class of Leviathan supper carriers it was Admiral Nativa's Command before she was assigned to the 2nd battle fleet for her deeds in the Nativian islands, she had managed to stop the carrier from being scrapped, it had recently undergone a massive revamp equipping it with the latest radars, and Defence systems sat upon its flight deck where several Arrow head fighters and a bigger Strike craft variant the Spearhead all where being prepped for take off they job was to harass the enemy fleet.

As the Fighters and fighter bombers took off from the flight deck a rather strange tactic was being deployed by the missile capable one after the other Ships where firing vollies of missiles one after the other missiles flew into the are in an uninterrupted barrage, this was being deployed to keep the enemies Radar as busy as possible as well as there air defences, so the Strike craft can sneak through.

by **Hurtful Thoughts** » Wed May 12, 2010 7:50 pm

(You're underestimating the closing velocities and overestimating the distance, also, none of us have taken any explicit losses yet.)

The HF-7E continued its power-dive, firing a short burst from its 35 mm cannon, as it tried a lazy bank-turn away from the attacker.

Just as soon as the crew was sure that the AWACs was being abandoned and would soon crash, the ship's RWR detected a series of locks from below coming up to greet them.

Then came the jarring missile-alarm; They weren't too worried however, as the dive gave the missile warheads barely enough time to clear their launch rails as it streaked dangerously close to one of their advanced F47s, almost clipping a wing as he was trying unsuccessfully to line at least one of them up in his gunsight, since missiles were useless at this point.

They were lucky their missiles hadn't armed yet, otherwise they would've exploded amongst themselves.

It continued on its dive despite a harsh high-G pullout reminiscent of a dive-bombing run and punched the water injection as it ran on the deck for home, leaving a smokey waterspout behind it's massive shock-cone. This served the dual purpose of cooling the thermal signature from behind while elongating their radar-return. However, it rendered their 6 o'clock low relatively blind.

Meanwhile, the WSO had turned around in his seat, in a manner expected of a tail-gunner, except armed with a double-brace of rear-facing AIM-9s. Anyone attempting to follow from above and behind would be sorely surprised. Even if they could match their manuvers.

The Hurtian group chuckled as the enemy descended upon them like starving vultures after perfectly healthy cattle.

One group wasted time and momentum of the attack by zooming overhead and making an inverted illman turn towards the lead column, lining itself up with the rear-facing AIM-9s and with the covering support of trailing drones not far behind.

Another pounced right-away, in an aggressive head-on attack, placing the outcome in favor of the hurtian BVRAAMs carried by the HF-7s as they hid amongst the ground-cluttered choppy seas.

The third group wasted time manuvering for a better attack vector while their comrads flung themselves at the squadron like lemmings.

The squadron moved and counter-attacked in loose formation, as there was little need to break-away.

A pair of FMA-6Ds ascended slightly in order to establish a link with the Hurtian strike-team leader. Their orders were simple, to engage the disorganized Archians until they succumb to fuel-starvation.

As an un-interupted stream of what appeared to be caused by the loss of the enemy's flagship resaulting in poor attack coordination, took advantage of this piecemeal assault on the fleet, being able to engage with all their point-defense weapons simultaniously, their guns could target one missile after another, kill after kill so long as their ammunition lasted.

Kovaks opened a bottle of champaign to celebrate as an ensign radio'd a request for surrender.

Missiles were getting through, of course, but at this rate, the Archians soon wouldn't have anything left to fight them off with besides sticks, stones, and harsh language.

Black Seeds Of Vengeance [The Great Crusade, Part 1]

Naval engagement

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