by Avisronia » Thu Feb 22, 2018 12:43 am
by The Selkie » Thu Feb 22, 2018 1:49 pm
To: The Minister of Foreign Affairs or equivalent institution of the Commonwealth of Avisronia.
Return Adress: Mister Donald Crionna of the Tribe of Louth, Foreign Office, Elder Castle, Fortham, Free Lands of the Selkie.Thursday, 22nd of February, 2018.
Dear Sir and/or Ma'am,
we heard about the situation along the Western Coast of Avisronia is getting out of hands in regards of the acts of piracy conducted by various actors. You surely are aware, that an important trade route runs along that shore, a trade route also used by vessels of the Merchant Guild of Leuda, which has the authority over all merchant vessels sailing under the flag of the Free Lands.
While I have yet to hear about any attack on a vessel under the Bratach specifically, the Council of Elders, representing the Fifteen Tribes of the Selkie, agreed upon being better safe then sorry and hereby offers your government to authorize the deployment of units of the Water Polices to escort merchant vessels, not only the ones under the Bratach, but all, along those shores. At the same time, should the situation further escalate, the Elders want you to be assured, that a military deployment might not be out of question.
Of course, the vessels deployed would be manned by volunteers, but I am sure, that we can get a few vessels in your direction, soon.
I hope to hear from you soon with a positive reply to our offer and send my kindest regards,
Donald Crionna of the Tribe of Louth
Head of the Foreign Office, in the name of the Elder Council.
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Avisronia » Thu Feb 22, 2018 2:29 pm
by AHSCA » Thu Feb 22, 2018 7:31 pm
by Avisronia » Thu Feb 22, 2018 11:04 pm
by Avisronia » Fri Feb 23, 2018 1:15 am
by The Selkie » Fri Feb 23, 2018 7:28 am
Avisronia wrote:Encrypted Message
To: Mister Donald Crionna of the Tribe of Louth, Foreign Office, Elder Castle, Fortham, Free Lands of the Selkie
From: The Commonwealth of Avisronia’s Department of State
We truly appreciate your aid in this matter. While we have no trouble watching over the sea lane headed directly toward our mainland, the area where it intersects with the larger, global trade lane is a concern. These waters are of concern, both due to the volume of merchant goods that pass through them, but also due to their sheer distance from other civilized nations.
Avisronian Naval assets are in the area, and we will coordinate our surface combatant force with you. Again, thank you for your assistance.
[END]
Aboard AVN Johnson City
By this time, the Avisronian Navy was beginning to sense that this situation might turn into a larger issue, and had begun armed escorts of Avisronian flagged merchant ships, usually with forces from the 7th Carrier Battle Group, whose main force remained in Avisronian waters, but which had the manpower to stick a few frigates in each convoy. On top of that, naval high command was more than eager to try out its new diesel electric submarines, which were virtually undetectable while running on battery power.
“Those subs,” Captain Delp thought, “will watch the watchers.”
On his screen in front of him appeared a large oil drilling platform. It had been put in place against Avisronia’s will by a nation that had long since dissolved. The workers who lived there were essentially their own small country, with no where to go back to. Somehow, they had made it work, and had survived for nearly a decade. Regardless, it was an open secret that their well was almost dry, and their horizontal drilling had encroached on Avisronian mineral assets for years.
“Weapons Officer?” Captain Delp asked dryly.
“Firing point procedure bravo?” The young officer responded.
“Make it so.”
—-
And with that, the Flamingo Oil platform exploded with the force of a small atomic bomb, several kilotons of TNT. Flaming crude shot into the night sky, and the wreckage of the platform began to sink under the waves.
By morning, Avisronian cable news would be calling this a revenge attack by the pirates.
Meanwhile, Johnson City slipped back into the sea lane to keep an eye on Avisronian flagged vessels.
Avisronia wrote:(OOC: Nice job so far, guys. I like where the story is going. One more post for the night to move the story along.)
IC
Aboard AVN Fort Blackmore, one of the Avisronian Navy’s newer aircraft carriers, a buzz filled the air. This was a vessel that had never seen war, whose Carrier Strike Group has been deployed away from Avisronian waters only once in its history, and whose air wing seemed to have no possibility of ever seeing combat. Close enough to the mainland that any real threat would be dealt with by the Air Force, and far enough away that any unresponsive planes in domestic airspace got dealt with... also by the Air Force.
Today was different. After the twin explosions in the morning, the carriers contingent of drones had been extremely busy. While the navy couldn’t be everywhere at once, the nearly three dozen extremely stealthy, heavily armed “surveillance” drones were collectively watching hundreds of nautical miles of the shipping lanes, marking and categorizing every ship - be it military, commercial, or private - anywhere in the vicinity. Naval Intelligence was thorough, that’s for sure. With their long loiter times and unobtrusive operation, these drones were perfect for the mission at hand.
Another mission was at hand, however. Naval Intelligence had gathered reports that these pirates were setting up makeshift camps and settlements on the broken, unclaimed wilderness of the formerly Frozopian mainland. As such, command had dictated that a manned Combat Air Patrol, two manned AVF-15 single engined multi-role stealth fighters, and two AVD-10 Unmanned Combat Air Vehicles, to patrol an area just inland of where the oil platform had been destroyed.
The launch and initial part of the mission was uneventful. Outer Frozopia was almost unpopulated, especially after the war made it that way. Avisronia didn’t claim the terrirtory, but international accord had kept anyone else from claiming it, either. No mineral resources, no people, no reason to exist. The only people who ended up there were pirates, hippies, and political dissidents.
Major Scott Jennings enjoyed this sort of mission. He got to see the countryside, see the dense woodlands, without any real risk. The AVF-15 was the navy’s new toy, and allowed operation in the kind of contested airspace that pilots before would have demanded be “Missile spammed” before entering. Having two UCAV wingmen, which were just as advanced from an avionics standpoint but had loads more sensors, was also handy to have. It seemed like overkill.
Jennings, as commander of this particular CAP, occupied a (literally) higher position, cruising at around 25,000 feet as the two UCAV’s rolled through mountain valleys and followed small streams and other landmarks around, beaming every second of full 1080p telemetry back to the ship out at sea via satellite datalink. The mission has grown monotonous, but a great deal of intelligence had been gathered.
Then the lowest flying UCAV exploded.
“Evasion maneuvers! Climb! Where the fuck did that come from?” Jennings yelled into his communications link as his jet broke through the cloud level. Sirens blasting to indicate another RADAR lock, and just as they crossed the beach, another missile impacted the rear of Jennings copilots AVF-15, which proceeded to burst into flames and pitched sharply upward before beginning a nosedive back toward the surface of the ocean.
Quickly, and against all fight or flight protocols in the face of an unknown adversary, Major Jennings made a rash decision. He banked the nose of his fighter straight upward, then rolled over and armed both of the HARM-100 radiation seeking missiles he had luckily loaded out with today. The one surviving unmanned aircraft had been the furthest from the coastline, and was still well within range of whoever was shooting. Just as Jennings had predicted, when the enemy RADAR site locked onto the unmanned plane, he launched both of the HARM-100 missiles, which would with any luck pick up the source of the radio wave emissions and follow them back to their source, meaning that the Navy could at least send someone out to investigate the black spot on the side of the mountain.
Turning back toward the Fort Blackmore, thoughts raced through his head. First and foremost, these planes were all the latest and greatest Avisronia had to offer. This wasn’t some pirate with an ancient SAM battery. This was someone who had access to Avisronian technology.
To: The Commonwealth of Avisronia’s Department of State.
Return Adress: Mister Donald Crionna of the Tribe of Louth, Foreign Office, Elder Castle, Fortham, Free Lands of the Selkie.Friday, 23rd of February, 2018.
Dear Sir and/or Ma'am,
it is with greatest pleasure, that I received your positive reply. We already posted the call for volunteers to the Water Polices and as this message travels to you, the first arrangements are being made. I personally estimate, that the first vessels will be ready to depart by tomorrow around this time, arriving some time later. I'll send you a list with the vessels, their IFF- and transponder-codes as well as their crew manifests as soon as it is available to me.
Meanwhile, news about an explosion on an oil rig has reached the Free Lands as well. As such events always bear the risk of a spill, I was asked by the University of Silverport to enquire, if assistance is needed in containing such an event and if such an event occured in the first place.
I send my kindest regards and best hopes,
Donald Crionna of the Tribe of Louth
Head of the Foreign Office, in the name of the Elder Council.
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Scantarbia » Fri Feb 23, 2018 6:12 pm
To: Avisronian Minister of Foreign Affairs or equivalent institution of the Commonwealth of Avisronia.
Dear Avisronian,
Recently we have been informed of the developing privateers activity along your western coastal regions. And, the fact that there is an extremely critical trade route which runs near the area. The fact that we have tankers and cargo ship moving back and forth within the route alarms us back here in Scantarbia. We surely don't want any of our most critical cargo carrying ship to be intercepted and hijacked. Even though we don't have any reports of any vessels sailing under the flag of Scantarbia getting attacked, we agree that preemptive decision has to be made. This letter is destined to inform you that we have deployed a task force operating as escort with the mission to protect trade along the region, the task force will be operating under the name of Task Force Phantom which consists of a carrier, eight destroyers, and two submarines. We seek to coordinate with Avisronian forces operating on the area of operations so that we could perform our task better and to prevent any incidents between our forces. We also offering to help the oil-spill clean-up operations. We'll looking forward to a cooperation on this issue.
Best regards,
Ivan Chavres
Dictator of Scantarbia
by Avisronia » Fri Feb 23, 2018 9:22 pm
by Avisronia » Fri Feb 23, 2018 9:29 pm
by Fenhamstan » Fri Feb 23, 2018 10:48 pm
by Avisronia » Fri Feb 23, 2018 10:58 pm
by Avisronia » Sat Feb 24, 2018 4:48 am
by The Selkie » Sat Feb 24, 2018 9:07 am
Avisronia wrote:Encrypted Message
To: Mister Donald Crionna of the Tribe of Louth, Foreign Office, Elder Castle, Fortham, Free Lands of the Selkie.
Friday, 23rd of February, 2018.
From: The Department of State for the Commonwealth of Avisronia
We sincerely, in no uncertain terms, thank both you personally, and your people for the help they intend to provide. Once your forces arrive in theater, you can kindly direct them to AVN Fort Blackmore - an aircraft carrier - as their sole point of contact. Her Carrier Strike Group is heading up our response, and her crew will be able to provide your forces with a more on-the-ground assessment of the situation.
In regards to your university and the oil spill, it does seem that the well has been leaking crude into the open sea. Energy Avisronia Corporation, or EAC, who accepted ownership of the particular oilfield upon the destruction of the existing platform, frankly needs all the help they can get. Our industry is proficient in wind and solar energy, so EAC has few of the tools and knowledge to fix such an issue. Any assistance your university provided will be compensated by the EAC.
Again, thank you for your help. It will not go unnoticed in the future.
[END]
Avisronia wrote:Aboard AVN Fort Blackmore, somewhere near Outer Frozopia
As soon as news that multiple Avisronian military aviation assets had been engaged over Frozopia, Lt. Day was on a helicopter to the Fort Blackmore. He was a veteran of the “second” Frozopian conflict, the unofficial name that intelligence officials gave to the counter insurgency that claimed way more blood and treasure than it should have. The Avisronian Air Force eliminated the Frozopian state in a matter of what seemed like hours. The Frozopian army never really showed up to fight, and the navy mysteriously ran out of fuel and was obliterated while still in port. No, it was the tribes, a strange blend of Anglo-Eurasian’s who most Avisronian’s saw as one generation removed from discovering agriculture, that successive Avisronian administration’s had tried to pacify: first with development aid, then with private venture capital, and finally with napalm.
The problem with Frozopian was all geographic. The mountains, valleys, and rivers soaked up troops, so ground troops couldn’t operate without air support. The mountains, valleys, and rivers also hid concealed SAM batteries, making that air support problematic at best.
And so the nation was abandoned. As anything other than a getaway, it held no real strategic value. The coalition from the war tried to give it to Avisronia, tried to beg Avisronia to at least build a base. Avisronia said no and sunk a trillion dollars into better airplanes so it would never need to. Those planes were currently being pulled from the ocean.
Lt. Day knew all of this. Major Jennings, still in shock, knew this. But that was all textbook history. None of the wreckage strewn across the cargo bay made sense.
Lt. Day had, as politely as possible for a seasoned intelligence officer, grilled Major Jennings on what he saw while above the island. As the flight lead, his high altitude had put him far away from the action.
“There was... just this one thing,” Jennings finally admitted. “Okay, so you have to keep this quiet because I broke reg, but we crossed the beach at almost tree top levels. We don’t get to fly much, okay? And you know how there’s remnants of a few modern tourists houses up and down the coast? Yeah, there was this one house. It looked... new. The hurricanes have knocked the windows out of most of them. This house looked... clean. Not new, but maintained. I’ve never seen a structure anywhere else on the beach that looked that put together.
—
Back on AVN Norton, Lt. Day was about 14 hours into an amphetimine fueled intelligence binge. The ill-fated CAP did provide a treasure trove of information. High definition images captured a region scarred by war, deserted by man, and almost completely empty. Finally, Lt. Day found the house Jennings had told him about, and cross referenced it with the newest satellite imagery, roughly a week old. To his surprise, a large SUV from prestigious Avisronian manufacture VMW. “No villager could afford that... let alone import it... let alone find gas for it.”
“Alice McCarty, here we come...”
—
After a long nap, on a video conference with what seemed like the entire Naval Intelligence establishment, Lt. Day presented his hypothesis. “Two years ago, Alice McCarty shows up on the Frozopian coastline to shoot an infomercial about how awful Avisronia is. Around that same time, McCarty Group made several investments in a few of our defense contractors. Enough to gain access to some fairly innocuous Intellectual Property. We think that’s where the missile came from. They have their hands in everything. It’s completelty believable that it was enough information to cobble together a viable SAM, which anyone can manufacture.
Then, the slideshow panned to the house on the beach, this time the image clearly taken from a submarine periscope. “Alice McCarty hasn’t been spotted here yet, but several members of her entourage have. Jesus, their VM is still registered in Avisronia. There’s a few more houses like this up and down the beach, but not just that...”
The next shot was the slam dunk. From fresh satellite telemetry came a series of images. A nondescript forested hillside, when zoomed in, revealed a series of well appointed, though small, villas, appointed with swimming pools, luxury cars, and in at least one case, a riverside marina with enough room to dock several personal luxury yaughts, all shrouded in thick foliage that would have been unnoticed if not for one key reference point: at the top of the ridge lay a blacked, charred, upturned patch of earth. This was likely the final destination of the radar seeking missile that Major Jennings fired off in his retreat.
From across the video link, one of the Avisronian National Intelligence leaders spoke up. “This is an outrage! There are foreigners on Frozopia! How did we miss this...”
Finally, after some squabbling, Lt. Day interjected: “Because they aren’t foreign. Can’t you see? These are the sons and daughters of the Avisronian left. Alice McCarty is there, how many of her movie star, rockstar friends are there? Around six months ago there was a spike in private yaught purchases in our own socialist enclave of New Asheville. Many are nowhere to be found. They were purchased, left port, and never seen again.”
And with those words, the Avisronian Intelligence Community was flabbergasted. This was a monster of their own creation. Before closing the conference, an anonymous source entered a single line of text: “Very well, Mr. Day. The Avisronian Commonwealth Marine Corps will be in touch.”
Avisronia wrote:Aboard AVN Bristol, Bristol Class Corvette
The Bristol was built almost exactly for this sort of action. The experiment - adding a corvette sized ship to the navy - had been losing traction for years, but these ships made it significantly cheaper for escort duties. The ships were small, had a top speed of nearly 50 knots, crew quarters for dozens of armed Marines or Special Forces, and a large hangar deck capable of launching the ships compliment of helicopters or helicopter-like UAV’s.
Identifying ships by radio and by satellite imagery was one thing. The Bristol had a more personal roll. The encampment that seemed to contain Alice McCarty and her breathen, whom Naval Intelligence most definitely wanted to have a word with, was only accessible (easily, at least) by the wide, winding Holston River.
If these girls were really Avisronian, they’d be needing supplies. Either someone would come down the river, or someone would try to get in. When they did, Bristol would either apprehend them, or sink them.
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Scantarbia » Sat Feb 24, 2018 9:38 am
by AHSCA » Sat Feb 24, 2018 11:14 am
by Avisronia » Sun Feb 25, 2018 12:30 am
by The Selkie » Sun Feb 25, 2018 3:14 am
Avisronia wrote:Frozopian Coastline, 0600 hours
Along a stretch of wide, open, straight beach, a convoy of two technicals and a large 5-ton truck with a tarp-covered trailer roll to position. While men with automatic rifles set a perimeter, with an obvious eye toward the sky and one toward the sea, the truck turns around so that it’s rear is facing the open sea. Emerging from a flurry of activity, a tall, muscular man with a haircut inspired by Che Guevara climbed onto the back hatch of the truck.
“Brothers! Tonight is the night! You see those lights out there!” He said whole gesturing to a handful of lights far in the distance. “Those are the lights of the oppressor! Even those lowly paid workers, slaving their lives away in those giant steel tubs! They live better than us! And they work for the men who destroyed our country! Who destroyed YOUR country! Tonight, we fight back!”
He snapped the tarp off the trailer. Beneath it, a large, naval grey box contained a bevy of long missiles. An advanced derivative of the Exocet missile, Frozopia had terrorized Avisronian shipping for the 6 hours their navy lasted.
Before long, two of the missiles were standing upright. The technician of the group stood at a makeshift control panel, a glorified laptop computer, entered a few commands, and called a timid countdown. One missile was aimed at a giant, apparently lightly defended oil tanker. The other? It was put in an active scan mode, launched on a longer route, and forgotten, a sort of naval “spray and pray.”
A few moments later, an explosion sure to register on the Richter scale, and a Hiroshima level fireball, were clearly visible on the horizon. By the time the fireball would abate, the trucks were all gone.
AVN Lexington
Lt. Day saw his reassignment as both an achievement, and an omen. The Lexington was a warship. Until the long-rumored new run of battleships rolled out of shipyards, the Titan Class cruisers (themselves new) were the largest non-aircraft carrier ships in the fleet. With three rows of dual 10 inch guns, not to mention the guided missiles, all packed into a sleek, Zumwalt-sequence design, these ships were built with a land-attack roll in mind. When firing the rocket assisted Land Attack Munition, it could kill anything within about 120 miles of the beach on a moments notice.
Here it was, cruising up and down the Frozopian coastline, looking for a fight. So far it had obliterated a few mountain tops, with the notable target of the mountain top above the villa that shot at the CAP.
Lt. Day got by with his amphetimine habit on the Norton because A) everyone did it and B) he was the only intelligence officer aboard. Things were different on the Lexington. Still, his credentials gave him access to an isolated forward lookout compartment that was rarely used except for in busy shipping lanes. As such, he was there, alone with his narcotic, when a fireball erupted on the horizon. He knew immediately it was an oil tanker, but the “how?” part of the equation was unknown.
Day sighed and headed toward the CIC. By the time he got there, the guns were busy obliterating targets again.
“Avisronian diplomacy at its best...”
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Scantarbia » Sun Feb 25, 2018 5:15 am
by Avisronia » Thu Mar 01, 2018 4:52 am
by The Russian Nations » Thu Mar 01, 2018 5:21 am
Kolodny Headlines:NRF move on from Korea to Canada, Nogova unsuprised again. | Other News:Canada embargoes America. | Misc. News:*Static*.
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by The Russian Nations » Fri Mar 02, 2018 5:13 am
Kolodny Headlines:NRF move on from Korea to Canada, Nogova unsuprised again. | Other News:Canada embargoes America. | Misc. News:*Static*.
by Avisronia » Thu Mar 15, 2018 10:03 pm
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