Azadistani Commonwealth VS Munkchester(over)

by **Aufwachen** » Sat Jun 09, 2018 9:15 pm

“The age of gross devolution and social destruction is over. We shall vanguard the peoples of the Earth with the power of [the] national socialism; we are Gaea's paladins. Let the demons of Tartarus be reckoned and rebuked, for we know no master but our supreme race.”

Theophilus Hartmann

♪ Listening Music ♪

Führer's Executive Chamber, Ruhmeshalle, Reichstag District
Löwenherz Stahlfaust, Greater Aryan Reich of the Aryan Nation
June 8th, 2018 AD

RUHMESHALLE.

A name of iron that resounded in the ears of millions - if not billions - in both awe-inspiring hope and soul-shattering dread. The monolithic incarnation of Aryan power and influence in geopolitics, the testament to the fortitude of the National Socialist ideology in the face of international adversity... the monstrous centerpiece of Ausöttlich was truly a sight for any mere eye to behold, and the steel bowels of its massive form held a space that rained down the very breaths of every man and woman within it. Such a beast was common to hosting a plethora of conventions and meetings within its breadth of the highest patriotic caliber; alas, under the glow of the midnight moon, it currently laid in a freezing and utterly hollow state.

Here, in the waxing of the night, the titan slept under the soft underlying glow of the capital city it overlooked. Here, in the chill of the lunar light, the Führer stirred amongst the ambiance of the dominion he ruled.

“Heil Stahlfaust! Long live the Führer Hartmann!”

The recited greeting echoed through the massive granite corridors of the residential quarters of the Ruhmeshalle. It was uttered from the now-pursed lips of a governmental courier who carried a vacuum-sealed report in his left and raised the national salute with his right. As the reverberations from his voice hitting the polished walls dissipated, he clutched tightly onto the file as he relaxed and came to address who he was facing in a more informal manner. It was a Sicherheitskräfte trooper of the coveted Engelsflügelverbände division - the unit assigned to protect the assets and personhood of the Führer himself. Unlike the courier in feldgrau, the SK trooper did not relax his standard position, still resting the Founding Era bolt-action rifle on his right soldier. Instead, he turned his head to merely face the courier, with the gloss of his onyx helmet clashing against the overcasted lights of the halls.

“State your name and business here.”

“Hartmut Bönsch, a package courier from the Abwehr. Here is my identification... one moment...”

The courier, while trying to not drop the file from his nervous grip, fiddled in his pockets for his identification wallet that held all the papers required to even step foot anywhere near the Ruhmeshalle. However, he needed verification again to enter the chambers of the Führer himself, and promptly handed it over to the SK trooper as needed. The guard marched forth one step and extended his left arm to grab the wallet, holding it tightly in his satin-gloved hand. With some seconds of scrutiny, the SK trooper determined that it was more than enough to enter, especially considering the signed ticket of entry directly from the Vice-Admiral of the Abwehr. In addition to this, a "Hartmut Bönsch" was already noted to be arriving from telephone, so everything seemed to be in order.

“Proper verification. Please wait for entry.”

As the trooper gave back the wallet to Hartmut, he sighed in relief. Things were supposed to be uptight here in the heart of the Reich, no doubt, but the number of guards he had encountered was astounding...

The golden doors, emblazoned with the arching Reichsadler, slowly drifted open from a single, hefty push of the guardsman. The sole objective and dictator of all men lied now only a few metres away...

“...and can you believe it? This immigrant guy from that weird Hungarian country with all the Us in the alphabet said, ‘The thai man ran to Tyran to tie ran’! The absolute disgrace of a jokester, I should have strangled him then and there-”

The boisterous and comedic voices died off once the groans of the golden doors opening to the Führer's executive chambers sounded off. Report in hand, Hartmut anxiously walked into the midst of the large room he had found himself in, his well-polished boots clapping against the equally shiny marble floor. He noticed the enormous swastika that loomed under his feet, and as he pivoted his head upwards, he saw a large array of dining tables and chairs strewn together as if there was some sort of haphazard party going on.

The seats were adorned with a variety of men, both in government and military uniforms or plain civilian clothing. In the center was the main man himself, wearing an unzipped leather jacket and exposing his iron cross that bounced with every laugh. Now, with the party mostly silenced by the courier's arrival, everyone was looking around in sly fashion, wondering what stupid events around the world were causing yet another bountiful fiasco that was of interest to Stahlfaust.

“Heil, mein Führer, of the legacy of the legendary Hartmann and-”

Hartmut's recital was cut short by a single hearty clap by Stahlfaust, who seemed to be more annoyed than angry by the courier's arrival.

“Cut the formalities short, boy. What do you have in your hand? Bring it over here.”

Snapping to action almost robotically, Hartmut dashed to give the Führer the report. The thin, transparent plastic wrap that encased the documents was stamped directly from the National Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and had a security clearance marker applied by the Abwehr as per standard security vetting to any documents addressed to the Führer himself. Stahlfaust completely disregarded all of this, ripping open the vacuum sealed report with a small switchblade on the table in front of him. He took out the papers and studied them for a brief moment, before slapping them on the table and sending up ash fallen from past smoked cigars.

“You've got to be shitting me... we're being dragged into a war?”

“Mein Führer,” a man sitting next to him said, “did the Feddies up north get fed up with your dickwaving contests of compensation?”

The entire room roared in laughter, and even Stahlfaust himself chuckled. “Nah, nah... if you're watching the international news - which barely anyone does, really - there's been some stuff going on with some Muslim peninsula going apeshit and having itself get a lovely protectorate status from a bloated left-wing empire. News at fuckin' eleven...”

“And what does that pile of papers say, huh?”

“Said leftie blob got a little too giddy with its GDP that is bigger than the entirety of this fuckin' slice of the world... decided to go dickhead-to-dickhead with our friends in the Combine.”

“Ohoh! What do you do with these leftie leaders that throw their tiny 'bits in a circle to show that they aren't all talk, huh? Throw 'em in the chambers!”

The party once against exploded in a daze of drunken laughter, with the courier laughing along as to not lose his head. The smell of tobacco rocketed into the air as well, as several men started to extinguish their cigars and cigarettes in gray ashtrays. They must have getting ready for their war positions, as evident by how many who put out their cigars were those in the iconic gray military uniforms.

“Thank you, uh...?”

“Hartmut Bönsch, mein Führer!”

“Yeah, Hartmut. Thanks for this report. Have a wine on me, yeah?”

The courier's eyes shot open in wonder. The Führer giving him something? This was something not often had with any courier!

Stahlfaust tossed up an entire bottle of wine from somewhere beneath the table, most likely from a huge stash of iconic and exquisite alcohol. He stood up and arched his back with the reports in hand, motioning at the others to get up and go as well.

“Lucky I'm not fucking drunk... you, courier! Hartmut! Go and sleep in the guest bedrooms for now, or something... I'll need you in specific to deliver something to the foreign affairs minister in the morning. Or noon. Probably afternoon.”

“What will it be, mein Führer?”

“A statement that the Reichstag magically convened and declared war... because fuck actually doing that and wasting time listening to bureaucratic bullshit, right?”

by **Mandakhstan** » Sun Jun 10, 2018 12:45 am

Khujirt, Mandakhstan

Code: Select all: Establishing encrypted channels… Channels encrypted! Routing through distributed network.... Routing complete! Connection verified! Capchrome [00:05]: For the record, I just want to say that this is going to end poorly. Broadbandit [00:06]: ok retard

At thousands of kilometers per second, the world happened. The constant ebb and flow of global communications flickered back and forth across seas and continents without ever nearing cessation. It was in this network that a mandakh, a hoseckan, a synkomese, and a filipino coordinated an assault on Commonwealth Capital.

Code: Select all: Spinel [00:10]: setting up the botnet for ddos BlueSky [00:10]: nice Broadbandit [00:11]: how many tries do you think we’ll get? Capchrome [00:11]: We’re each on like seven proxies, it’ll take awhile before they can stop Spinel’s attacks. Broadbandit [00:12]: yeah but that’s just the distraction. we’ve still gotta get in there BlueSky [00:12]: idk, depends how long the ddos goes. cap had it right

For months, in the hard drives of countless hapless people across the globe, a virus had waited. It was originally quite innocuous, built into a harmless bit of freeware available as a browser toolbar. Though primarily used by clueless children and old folks who didn’t realize that it was largely useless, there were also a few major servers in schools and medium sized businesses who had it pre-installed on their computers for reasons only knowable to the overpaid goons in their respective IT departments. While on a per capita basis the percentage of people using this was rather low, Earth was incredibly vast, and held easily tens of billions of people somehow.

Each of these machines then proceeded to send assorted requests to the majority of Commonwealth Capital’s servers. These would have a debilitating effect, as the machines would be too bound up answering requests to actually do much else on their network. This was where more delicate work came into play.

Code: Select all: BlueSky [00:32]: damn that’s a lot of bots Broadbandit [00:32]: ^ Spinel [00:33]: gullible idiots don’t know how computers work Capchrome [00:33]: Blu, you got the viruses ready? BlueSky [00:35]: yeah, meltdown and specter exploits should let us in Spinel [00:35]: nice

While the brute force of millions of infected computers was slamming into bank networks, a server farm beneath Subutai’s home shot innocuous looking transfer requests and blatant brute force attacks alike through dozens of proxies in randomized orders, each strike attempting to bypass security measures and break into the system where vast wealth was held. In the dark of his hut in the middle of the night, he could almost taste the payday. With the volume of attacks being thrown at the banks, there would have to be some give somewhere that he and his team could latch onto.

Tsetsen, Mandakhstan

The ceramic mug clinked as it hit the glass top of Terelj’s desk. Another cup of coffee was gone, and another intern dispatched to get more. The damn hackers just had to be night owls. But he just had to be ready, in equal measure. Though there were benefits to this part of the plan, that was far too simple. He preferred multi-layered plans, where backups could always be fallen onto as a safety net for further achievements. If both happened to succeed, more power to them.

In this case, the backup plan was particularly odious. He relished it not, but did keep his ancestors in mind. When they stormed the world on horseback, they felt not sickness at the slaughter of infants. When the three foot rule was applied to a village which yielded the slightest hint of resistance, the only remorse was that more looting could not have been accomplished this way. It was in this manner that he justified what he was about to do. If his forbearers could be sick fucks, he could be the sickest fuck of them all. The first step was a well publicized security issue to cause a bank run. The next was worse.

TO: Field Marshal Gunther Strasburger Ig
FROM: Terelj Khan
ENCR: High

Through various channels, I have it on good authority that your Fürher Hartmann has recently elected to make war against Libraria, Ausitoria, and their abominable conglomeration of states. I also have it on far better authority that their banking system is to come into some difficulties with security. Mandakhstan and Fridumaria are no strangers to one another, Donghai colony especially due to its proximity, so I’ll be frank.

We need bioweapons.

The exact details of the plan shall be enclosed in a separate document, but there is ample reason to trust me on this front. An opportunity shall soon be presenting itself that is unlikely to appear again in the near future, and as such, the potential for unleashing chaos upon the enemy is great. Disorganized forces and crippled civilian infrastructure alike shall plague our common foe, and it is unlikely that the panic shall subside for some time.

by **Sinkretichki Kombinat** » Sun Jun 10, 2018 2:29 am

...

A man dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, suited for the humidity and temperature of southern Sovesia that he was resident in, unlocked the door to his apartment, stepped in, slipped off his sneakers and closed the antiquated piece of wood behind him by the magic of torque. Once that was done, the desktop's screen lit up once more and some rather noisy keyboard punching would fill the room, only drowned out by the sound of workers drilling some floors up.

From origins that were clad in countless proxies and layers that ultimately led to locations and figures of little value to be probed further, provided courtesy of the chetniks, the broadcast of a rally would arrive before millions if not billions of internet users all over the world, and on numerous platforms conceivable. A trumpet had been blown and its reverberations would very soon be answered with the assembly of a great army of those who had wielded in their hands spears of fire and death granted by their times, an unique weapon which was exclusive to those of their position. It was legendary and fascinating that the Kali Yuga offered the righteous and courageous peoples of the world powers as great as this.

Already fully mobilized, various hacker groups and cells as well as cyberwarfare cheti spread across continents and oceans put their plans into action, one that they heard little clear articulation of, but of which they had an immaculate image and recognition. Keyboard noise would see a spike where necessary and relevant, and too were internet traffic, computer heat and number of corn chips consumed at desks. The whole procedure was rather simple and classic of an occurrence: a botnet distributed denial of service attack that would overwhelm any defences via coordinating an assault that involved literally hundreds of millions if not billions of devices. In fact for purposes of handling the matter more flexibly several botnets had been created though this would not lessen the punch in any way.

Links to what could for now be referred to as 'malware' were released as the 'trumpet call' that would implant computing devices and electronics with bots, incorporating them into an elegant legion. This army swelled rapidly, with both 'volunteers' and 'conscripts' flooding its ranks by the minute, and a wide array of devices from laptops to desktops to phones to television, most things that had some decent electronic computing capacity and internet connection would be swept into the whirlwind and form its strength. The rapidly building colossal network of bot-populated devices represented a computing and processing capacity that was truly formidable.

The effort was soon impressively assembled even beyond the Sinkom itself where information dissemination still took some time. Forces from various nations united in opposition to the imperialist Ausitorian agenda would be zealous to enlist and from there exponential growth of enrolled computers began. This had even began to involve the Kopkom whose member-states soon became the second-largest hubs of the bots which the Sinkom loathed but nevertheless saw temporary assistance from delightful and beneficial given the circumstances. Maharlika, Mandakhstan, Mecklenburg-Cispomerania, Hosecke, even Exodia and Atkemri, had all seen a flash-like explosion in number of the 'foreign legionnaires' they would contribute to the effort. There were even blips from Ishikawa, noted the bot-masters, an interesting yet expected occurrence. Even those who did not join in via the botnet itself would soon enough be inspired to launch their own efforts, creating their own networks or using simpler tools such as LOIC.

The fun part however had just began. With coordination by numerous command-and-control servers the botnets would begin their strike, delivered by traffic. Connections and requests would surge and flood in onto Ausitorian servers from nearly every direction, internet service providers suffering the brunt of the wrath. The sheer scale by which such attacks would ravage was worthless to describe with mere words. There were indeed various methods of protection, which normally would have perhaps had a chance at success, but here the simple amount of devices and resultant processing power participating in the assault, which had began to include CCTV cameras, would trample over them, while other options would essentially accomplish what the perpetrators desired by making the websites inaccessible.

Services that were accomplished through the internet which modern civilization had became increasingly reliant on would be paralyzed. Financial institutions in particular would represent a link to be hit the hardest; already, many banks would find themselves keen targets of the terabytes of data unloaded in a spectacular path of virtual destruction. Corporate networks and communications would also be crippled. Perhaps with more serious implications, internet SCADA which was used to control and monitor the power grid, would be struck mercilessly too, potentially disrupting infrastructure in the Commonwealth to a large scale. Commentary on this could only refer to the scene as one of beauty and glory, a world which everyone was by now in yet had little awareness of was now an ostentatious battlefield in perhaps one of the most conceptually bizarre weapons ever devised by mankind.

Besides the billion-bot DDOS that was metaphorically smashing through the virtual lifeline of a titanic nation, there were also efforts to utilize known security flaws and a plethora of methods to deal even greater damage by entering Ausitorian systems and servers themselves to wreak havoc through deletion, alteration, or theft of data, although this obviously being a far more difficult task would have less of luck. Regardless with the number and specifications of devices used, it was certainly not an attack to simply shrug off, and overall the tremors that resulted from this event would be veritably great.

by **Azadistan-land of the free** » Sun Jun 10, 2018 2:36 am

Azadistani officers are sending telegrams to their soldiers to prepare for invasion
Brigadier General Muhammad: this is close to the moment you have been waiting for!before you know it we shall have to save our land from literal Nazis!

by **Neo Philippine Empire** » Sun Jun 10, 2018 8:46 am

"We live in a world where all wars will begin as cyber wars... It's the combination of hacking and massive, well-coordinated disinformation campaigns."
Jared Cohen

Sugbu, Maharlika
Unknown Location
June 10, 2018

The setting is inside a cold, dark, and damp room. Dimly lit computer screens and other blinking lights seemed to be the only source of light in the room and the Air Conditioning systems did well in bringing down the room temperature to around 10°C. But while it could freeze someone's fingers, the cold temperature did well in keeping the computer systems’ heat regulated, considering they have been working non-stop ever since they have been plugged in and began to be used inside this room. While this sounds like a place where a Japanese hikikomori would hide from society, this was instead the headquarters of one of the most notorious hacking groups in the world, the Bank Busters.

It was a normal day for /<|_|5<`/, one of the notorious hackers in Maharlika that has abandoned his former identity to build a new identity fully dedicated to the world of hacking. By dedicating so, he soon rose in infamy in both the hacking community and even the world government as he established the Bank Busters Organization, a worldwide hacking organization who specializes in raiding online banks by sending massive Distributed Denial of Service attacks and capitalizing on it afterward. However, building a new identity doesn’t mean he became unknown to the closest people in his former life. Especially, he just received a highly encrypted message from his brother, which was also a man of high power and authority within Maharlika.

Code: Select all: CODE DECRYPTED ....... ....... ....... I see that you're doing well, brother. I suppose protecting you from the authorities and keeping your former identity hidden from the public worked well for you. However, I am an incredibly selfish man, and even I require compensation from my brother. Of course, receiving shares from your Bank Buster group's profit was one of those. But you see, I require more than that. ....... ....... ....... There is something that I want you and your organization to do the usual thing. I want you to send a DDoS attack on Ausitorian banks, a nation that we will later make an enemy of. But we need to weaken them first and that is exactly why I need your group to do their thing. I have high expectations of you, even though you were foolish to abandon the Lehmann family, you can still continue to honor our blood in a different way. I wish you luck, brother. ....... ....... ....... END OF MESSAGE

"What a pretentious asshole, always talking about the family. What's even worse is that the family regards him as their most precious treasure, even though he only regards the family as his medium for power over politics." /<|_|5<`/ monologued to himself

"Although....as much as a pretentious asshole he is by giving me this pretentious mission of his. The end results for this will surely not disappoint. I'll have this raid completed before he could bother me more with his funny ideas. " He added to himself.

/<|_|5<`/ grabbed the main computer of all the many computers inside his room. He looked for a specially made application of his organization and logged in. This heavily encrypted messenger using the group's invented method of communication has an effective way to secretly connect with his worldwide organization to plan their raids on banks. Now logged in and confirm, he began to alert his allies that the Bank Busters would begin a new operation.

Code: Select all: START OF CONVERSATION ... /<|_|5<`/: 9.-3371|\|92, \|/3 \|/1|_|_ b391|\| 4 |\|3\|/ 0p3.-4710|\|. ... }{4><0.- 1: \|/|-|0 \|/1|_|_ \|/3 r41|) |>|-|4gg07? ... |)a|\||<801: 0|-| 80`/, AN07|-|E.- .-A||). 7|-||2 \|/||_|_ 8E P|-||_|N. ... /<|_|5<`/: \|/3 \|/||_|_ 83 +ArG3+||\|g a|_|5|+0r|a|\| 8a|\|><, |>r3|>aR3 +0 aC+|\/a+3 +3|-| 80+|\|3+2. ... 4.-48|-|4x0.- : 4|_|_4|-||_| 4|<84.-, |-|4><0.- 7|-|3|v| 4|_|_ ... |>.-0|-|4><0.-3.- : 1'|\/| +3|-| 83$+ |-|a(|<3.- ... 54|_+\-/80i: .-3333 _|00'.-3 |\|07!! ... /<|_|5<`/: 3\/3.-`/0|\|3 /<4|\| (|_|+ +|-|3 5|-|1+ |>05+, |_3+'2 93+ 1|\|+0 +|-|12 ... END OF CONVERSATION

The primary method of Bank Buster's DDoS was the Zombie horde method. Billions of computers worldwide were unknowingly being part of the zombie horde that the Bank Busters were building up. With billions of people and organizations downloading applications they were meant to pay for and with many opening spam e-mails without paying much attention, they were unknowingly infected with a harmless like freeware. This was the case om how the Bank Busters created their zombie army of virus-infected computers. Each of these numerous infected machines will send billions of traffic to Ausitoria, weakening the system in general and making it ripe for an invasion. It was already prepared, /<|_|5<`/ will only need to begin the operation.

Code: Select all: START OF CONVERSATION ... /<|_|5<`/: 8391|\| 0P3.-4+10|\|! ... |-|a><0.-1: |_37'2 90 |\/|1|_|_10|\| 807 4.-|\/|`/ ... 4.-4b|-|4><0.-: 4|_|_4|-||_| 4|<84r ... |>.-0|-|4><0.-3.-: 7b|-| 7|-|@'2 4|_07 0|= B072, 7|-|e\-/'.-e 901|\|' 70 9e7 .-e|<7 ... END OF CONVERSATION

Billions of zombie-like computers simultaneously came crashing down to Ausitorian bank servers and networks. From that desolate like room and whatever room /<|_|5<`/ 's allies look like, harmless looking transfer requests traveled through and coordinated the attack of hordes of zombie proxies that were relentlessly attacking through security processes protecting the system. If they find a gap or two, it will be one of their largest heists yet. /<|_|5<`/ would also appreciate getting done with it quickly, as it results to not being bothered by Councilor Lehmann. He'll just have to get the money, share it with his friends, and give what is due to his brother.

by **Azadistan-land of the free** » Sun Jun 10, 2018 9:03 am

Captain Macleod: inshallah these Munkchestrians will surrender. Maharani Aisha said on the news that after Munkchester surrenders we will attack the Nazis.
-on his radio- right I have the map
Colonel Begum:-on her radio- good so does everyone they told me. The map says where to find the Royal palace and the Lord Lieutenants mansion so let's go there
- the pilots fly to Munkchester ready for airstrikes-

by **Aufwachen** » Sun Jun 10, 2018 10:55 am

“I will not let the folly of political novices ruin this country or the next! By God, I will have their heads!”

Theophilus Hartmann

Outpost 56, Northern Shores of Fridumara, Mayern-Pommeria
Obergefreiter Willi Eckhardt, Greater Aryan Reich of the Aryan Nation
June 9th, 2018 AD

“This is Central Outpost 10 of the Mayern-Pommeria District, requesting for contact with Outpost 56. Outpost 56, do you copy? Over.”

“Outpost 56 copies. What are your orders? Over.”

“Orders are as follows: interagency liaisons from the Sicherheitsdienst are currently relaying important information pertaining to a possible military threat over your secondary communications line. Follow these to a T. These orders are coming directly from HighCom; out.”

...The hell? That's it?

In the central meeting room of the coastal outpost were several men of various ages, outfits, and even races. They were supposed to be going about their usual routines this morning - scouting the seas for any trespass of national waters using drones and buoys or just normal boats, having some cups of coffee or tea, or even sleeping in late. However, something was happening that dislodged all of them from this normally lackadaisical scheme of operations, and the commander of the outpost was to detail just that.

“Alright... ladies, ladies! I hope everyone is sitting down for this...”

“What's the problem, sir? Some ImpCom fishing boat is threatening to shoot up Aryan competition?”

“Hah! I wish... apparently, and I shit you not, the Reich is being threatened to be invaded by a rinky-dink island god-knows-where.”

Everyone looked at each other with eyes still crusted from sleep, in either confusion or restraint of laughter.

“...You're actually serious about this, sir?”

“Yeah; watch the international news for just one hour and you'll see some rump state already threatening to invade a member of the Imperial Commonwealth. Sucks to say that we didn't get the chance to do that ourselves, but... you win some, you lose some. In this case, we're apparently going to lose to some Muslims that have been puppeted by an imperialist leftist superpower.”

“Library and Australia, yeah? I read about that place on Arschepedia a while ago... somehow having an economy bigger than, like, ten peirons combined...”

“Whatever the fuck it's called, it and its little Muslim chihuahua is a little angry at us. I have no idea how, either, considering that our war declaration hasn't even reached any of them, but maybe they're using some jihadi magic or something to intercept the shit. Anyways, just stay at your battlestations for the next month twice as long. You'll get double the rations in return.”

CENSERV Computing Complex, ???
???
June 9th, 2018 AD

The room - if one could even call this voluminous monstrosity of an interior a "room" and not just a gargantuan cave - was composed of stalactites and stalagmites that were built from a behemoth collection of computer servers and administrative systems, churning at their maximum capacities as they tried to crunch every number, equation, and problem given to them at speeds that surpassed even the best of minds. However, for today, their operations would be turned away from the normal civilian math-blitzing, and more to something that served... "national interests".

“I can't believe that we are using most of our computing infrastructure for some clandestine operation... we could be continuing to calculate the possibility of the Mandelbrotian-!”

“Oh my God, Martin! Can you not shut up for once about your stupid fucking geometry project!? Enter the credentials on the command line, please.”

A man in a furred coat stepped forward to the computer terminal, its keyboard extended and looming in the cold dark for his warm hands to hover over it.

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

“Give me a damn moment... you already initialized all the required brute-force intrusion software?”

“Uhuh. It's all on you now.”

“Fine...”

by **Veliki Koperativni Kombinat** » Sun Jun 10, 2018 11:44 am

PYETRYDŘIČÍN / Grand Cooperative Combine

Music for extra immersion

In the small room in Building #84, deep underground in the closed underground military city of Pyetrydřičín, an amazon- a jungle of computer servers and other computing systems filled the small room, the only space at the end being a table where two men and a woman sat behind a multitude of computer screens and a number more laptops and personal computers on their shared desk. Clad in olive-green uniforms of the Integrated People's Guard of the Combine, it was interesting to note that all three of them had different flags on one side of their uniform while the flag of the Combine lay prominent on their other shoulder.

These three men and women referred to eachother simply by their codenames, CU5C7, T0P_K3K$ and Kobra. CU5C7 hailed from the Kingdom of Gdywałki, while T0P_K3K$ was a woman from Dai Phuong and Kobra was a young man from Allahija.

The three of them were going over their computers when suddenly a message came up on the main scren they were sitting in front of. It was just a secured communications channel with other teams of the Combine's Cyberwarfare Division. Their team was just one of the many parts of the division, but they still were integral to the Combine's plans, being specialized in brute force and botnet attacks.

Unedible Granite - [Today at 02:01]
hey team #84, is CU5C7 there? need2 talk to him- high command has some orders for your team. 
T0P_K3K$ - [Today at 02:02]
yeah yeah we're all in our office together @CU5C7#3847
CU5C7- [Today at 02:04]
yeah granite whazzit
Unedible Granite - [Today at 02:06]
Awesome, ya'll hit the big one lmao
command just DM'd me informing me about the plans for the botnet cyberwarfare teams, yours especially
apparently they got hold that our fellow comrades against the aestorians are launching like
botnet and other cyber attacks on the aestorian banks and shit
Kobra - [Today at 02:07]
holy fking shit kek, what are we supposed to do?
Unedible Granite - [Today at 02:09]
the usual crap- massive botnet attack on their banks. like literally massive
set up the botnet for ddos
anyway gtg, go get to work
T0P_K3K$ - [Today at 02:02]
aight leggo

Almost immediately, the three hackers knew what was up. They all logged into a specially-created application of theirs, an application which would allow them to connect with the rest of the hacker cells and inform them of the next attack, this time on the Aestorian banks. Their primary method was to use the zombie computer method. In their DDoS operation, they would be using massive botnets of zombie computers under their remote direction.

The Cyberwarfare Divison's method of hacking was rather simple, to say the least. Unlike other hacking organizations which infected computers via spam emails or other methods of infecting computers with a sort of freeware, all computers in the Combine were required after a 2014 decree to install the CyberKombinat Security application, which was a sort of government-endorsed security application for computers. After this application was forcefully installed to nearly all computers in the Combine, most would simply see it as just a security application that the government needed to prevent computers from falling prey to cyberattacks from foreign nations.

This was far from the truth. Instead, this application was manufactured and tailor-made by the Cyberwarfare Division to contain a sort of freeware. With over one hundred billion computers in the Combine, CU5C7's team now had a rather large army of zombie botnet computers to their disposal. With billions of inhabitants of the Combine unaware to the fact their computers would be used as a weapon against Aestorian banks, the force of more than a hundred billion zombie computers were about to invade the Aestorian cyberspace. These zombie botnets were going to send billions of billions of traffic to Ausitoria in an attempt to weaken the system in to make it just ripe for an invasion.

At the press of a button, the hundred billion zombie computers connected to the zombie botnets came crashing onto the servers of Ausitorian banks and their networks. Seemingly harmless, their transfer requests coordinated the attack of the zombie hordes that attacked the security processes that protected the system non-stop. Probing for a gap in the security like a sort of cyber deep battle, the hackers waited patiently for the opening. Unlike those who served and died on the field as footsoldiers, these hackers served their country on the cyber battlefield, ready to inflict as much damage as possible on the foes of the Combine.

by **Atkemri** » Sun Jun 10, 2018 12:00 pm

Canary Islands

Roman nodded his head as the Exodians explained their plan. "That sounds like a good plan. We're putting that into action. Now we need naval superiority and we'd be set."

by **Azadistan-land of the free** » Sun Jun 10, 2018 12:57 pm

Captain Ahmed: I have found the Royal Palace.
Colonel Begunm: ok, fire a blank but then send an actual bomb if they don't leave.

by **Aresin** » Sun Jun 10, 2018 3:14 pm

Secret IC:

"This war is getting much more complicated than was anticipated." President Kayode of Aresin said sternly. "I was hoping that the Ausitorians had the situation under control, but it's obvious that they don't. This telegram that we have managed to...appropriate, clearly shows that."

The president was referring to a telegram which was intercepted by an Aresinian soldier stationed in Azadistan. The telegram gave a grave warning of an impending invasion.

The minister of war spoke up. "Then Mr. President, I suggest we intervene now before it is no longer an option. I believe that giving Azadistan combat support could very well help us in the long run. Azadistan has one thing that we don't, a port. If we help them, we could gain greater access to that port through diplomatic means."

President Kayode merely nods, a signal that the minister of war knew well. It was the go-ahead to start the intervention.

IC:

A highly encrypted message is sent to the ruler of Azadistan.

To: Azadistan
From: The Aresin War Department
With it now becoming clear that this war will be reaching Azadistan's shores, Aresin would like to offer assistance as a temporary ally. We already have a quarter of our troops amassed at your borders. We merely need to give the order, and they will move into Azadistan to fight alongside your men. We will of course respect your decision if you wish to deny this alliance. If that should be your choice, we will continue to merely guard our borders without getting directly involved.

Sincerely,
The Aresin War Department

by **Old Beringia** » Mon Jun 11, 2018 12:09 am

Department of Intelligence, Investigation, and Isulation FOD/IO
Operation Fan Letter
DIII Black Site, Undisclosed Location
Beringia Proper, Old Beringia

Field Operations/Influencer Operations, affectionately called the IO Lab in a reference to the abbreviation for input/output, was the propaganda apparatus of the Imperial Government in control of active measures and political warfare. Unlike the computer labs and cyberwarfare centers you'd see in movies this one was brightly lit, and yellow was prominent with entire walls being painted that color and it being the dominant color in use for cabling. The phrase ‘The mind has no firewall’ sits engraved on a plaque above all of the doors in the building. A phrase which took on a whole new meaning when not in use by the people in charge of protecting Beringians from propaganda.

Through various HUMINT and OSINT sources and programs the DIII had verified that the Azadistani Lion Party was the pressure point to push. Videos and photos of their armed patrols and statements by the Lion Party’s leaders were not hard to find. Their usefulness didn’t stop at being the subject of IO Lab propaganda.

The Crown’s cyberwarfare strategy had two parts. Active measures propagated by the IO Lab and cyber attacks by others in the Field Operations Division. All wrapped up into a neat package called Operation Fan Letter. The IO Labs duties were further divided into four stages. The first, Stage Zero, focused on semi supervised machine based gathering of information. ALIA or Adaptive Learning Interactive Artificial-Intelligence would sweep for data and traffic in Azadistan and Austoria while it employed several deep learning and data mining processes without overt penetration, exploitation of vulnerabilities, or breach of Azadistani and Aestorian networks or systems. The IO Lab wasn’t created to carry out such tasks.

ALIA would then use this information to effectively create a learning and adaptive algorithm that could create distinctly Aestorian and Azadistani online personas. Before the output in Stage 1 would begin data was warehoused and used to create a baseline for Stage 1 that would, in the worst case scenario, prevent foreign attacks on ALIA through artificially modifying its input in an adversarial attack.

In Stage 1 ALIA would be employed in conjunction with a 100 man 24-hr crew that had studied and immersed themselves in Azadistani and Aestorian popular culture, history, religion, politics, and geography to further break up the homogeneity of ALIA’s output to create hundreds and thousands of unique, believable, and varied online personalities. Agents could recite the details of dozens of fictitious personalities and their histories with information such as the street they grew up on, neighbors, classmates, local hangouts, and other things only locals would know.

In addition to real life information digital lives were created to accompany them. The IO Lab, and DIII as a whole, has studied societal and social divisions within Azadistan extensively as part of planning the eventual for mobilization of a Azadistani fifth column. Stage 2 would then see these personalities deployed to interacting with Azadistani youth, the elderly, and other impressionable groups on social media, such as Facebook, Twitter, Reddit, the Setsozoku Network, and Yahoo Geocities.

After interacting they’d carry out Stage 4: active manipulation by taking advantage of the prinicple that only 25% of a group to needed to adopt a new norm for it to influence the entire group. Painting the Aestorians as imperialist, incompetent, and ignorant of Azadistani culture by highlighting missteps such as the Aestorian suggestion to arrange a funeral pyre for the late Sultan Ahmed, and that his head still remains on a spike in Munkchester, while simultaneously painting him as a cultural hero. That and the subsequent failure in letting Maharani Aisha fall into the hands of a hostile third party, the Grand Cooperative Combine.

Azadistani centralized networks would be flooded with pro-Lion party materials. Indigenous anti-occupation sentiment throughout the Aestorian Commonwealth would be signal boosted with more concentrated boosting of anti-Aestorian and pro-Lion party sentiment throughout Azadistan specifically. In addition to signal boosting more radical elements that called for the Aestorians to leave. The Azadistani Home Guard would be painted as an Aestorian controlled Stasi composed of child soldiers and the elderly; the death throes of any fighting force. Politicians, parties, influencers with large audiences such as actors and community leaders, and grey outlets that expressed opinions sympathetic to Old Beringia and her allies were also bolstered.

Seemingly credible death threats that appeared to be Azadistani in orgin were being created to discourage those that spoke out against the armed patrols, especially politicians and other influencers with large audiences. Rumors that the Aestorian military would start things like quartering in civilian homes, requisitioning civilian property, and resorting to extra-judicial killing due to the slow acting Aestorian bureaucracy backing up the courts.

Anti occupation news media and blogs that likened themselves to “resistance radio” were drafted with new ones being built every hour. As a standard all traffic generated by the IO Lab was bounced around the web before it received its final “source” in the target nation, in this case Azadistan and Aestoria. Any one measure was small, but they were all little things to chip away at Aestorian relations with Azadistan and its people. They also weakened Aestoria as a fighting force by attacking the public conscious. Nations that prided themselves on freedom were susceptible to that. All of this would get lost in the ambient chaos unfolding on other parts of the web...

~ • ~

Department of Intelligence, Investigation, and Isulation FOD/FDO
Operation Fan Letter
DIII Black Site, Undisclosed Location
Bering Minor Islands, Old Beringia

Fifth Dimension Operations referred to a fifth dimension to warfare after air, land, sea, and space: information. Like all of the network-centric offices in the DIII it was connected via a Beringian intranet, one of several, that was completely hardwired and walled off from the world’s internet. This is where the sausage was made. The exploits, trojans, run of the mill viruses and other attack vectors. And for whatever reason it was dimly lit when compared to the IO Lab

The FDO could direct its botnet with machines reaching into the billions, easy to achieve with the number of internet connected devices ballooning thanks to the Internet of Things. And with Beringian ‘Victory Gardens’, the FDO could leverage certain civilian hardware to help. The botnet already under the control of the FDO was being used in the initial stages of the attack. There were three main objectives, each with multiple attack vectors.

Civilian, industrial, and military infrastructure was targeted with malicious computer worms and APDoS attacks in Austoria and Azadistan. Malware was flooded onto civilian networks and hardware to amplify attacks as they occurred. Finally, packet sniffing, SQL injection, XSS, and other attacks on government and civilian domains and networks. Packet sniffing in particular could later be used to analyze and reverse engineer proprietary protocols used over the Aestorian network.

Computers and satellites that coordinate military activities targeted with APDoS attacks.
Power, water, fuel, communications, and transportation infrastructure. Things like factory computers and IOT connected equipment were targeted as well. Whenever infiltrations were successful malicious software that could be used to disrupt equipment was left behind in the process.

The FDO had developed and deployed the CupSoupContainer or CuSC computer worm. It had three modules: a worm that executes all routines related to the main payload of the attack, a link file that automatically executed the propagated copies of the worm, and a rootkit component responsible for hiding all malicious files and processes, preventing detection of the presence of CuSC. The CuSC worm was also spread through mass emails to addresses associated with Aestorian government and civilians alike. Coordinated by the IO Lab’s ALIA the patterns changed for every few hundred emails to decrease chances of detection. Without a single sender, header, message body, or subject it was hard to pin down emails containing the CuSC worm.

ISPs, businesses, and even consumer routers and modems were attacked to redirect large blocks of Internet traffic to locations where it can be monitored and manipulated before it reached its destination by injecting several “stops” along the way. And once ALIA had a large store of compromised accounts built up the IO Lab and FDO could use them to further propagate propaganda and malware from credible sources.

Sensitive and potentially damaging information that could be relayed to the IO Lab for analysis and weaponization through various means. Strategic distribution and amplification to damage certain parties. Usage as actionable intelligence. Or it could be passed on to other divisions of the DIII for use as blackmail.

Like the IO Lab traffic was bounced around the internet. However, the source of these attacks was not meant to blend in with other traffic as if it were indigenous. They would appear to be coming from within the commonwealth itself, the newly and forcefully admitted Azadistan.

All very simple but effective measures.

~ • ~

Department of Intelligence, Investigation, and Isulation FOD/FOO
Operation Fan Letter
DIII Black Site, Undisclosed Location
Gran Beringia, Old Beringia

Foreign Operatives Office missives were always short and to the point. As long as they covered who, what, where, when, and why they were approved and passed on to foreign actors the DIII sought to groom.

TO: ADMINISTRATION OF THE AZADISTANI LION PARTY
FROM: MR. KOOS
ENCRYPTION: HIGH

This message will be brief. 

I want these imperialists out of our country. 
Payments of $9,000 will be sent daily and in cryptocurrency. 
Instead of wiring money I will be handing over the entire account. 
Use it to fight the good fight. 
Login information below.

Login here
ID: 3qEnWxVDtaUxRsIRXa7Mb
PW: vajuIaYslEFqErWJNQbGehk8Fm

~ • ~

Department of the Reigning Monarch (Satellite Offices)
The Violet Palace, DeRoche Estate
Magnolia City, Eastern Viceroyalty
Bering Minor Islands, Old Beringia (The timing for this one is a bit weird but bear with me)

Like many modern cities in the Minor Islands, the Bering Islands' capital of Magnolia City incorporated the natural geology and flora of the area into city planning. The predominant design philosophy was to take what you needed and give back when you could. Nature’s importance was reflected in many of the regions naming schemes. In Magnolia City alone there was Amaryllis Castle which overlooked the Northern Bay. Fort Azalea sat on the rocky outcrop below that, blending in with the face of the bluffs.

The Violet Palace on the DeRoche estate was so different. Its architecture and layout naturally conformed to the environs instead of carving into it. The newly constructed satellite offices for Renata’s Department of the Reigning Monarch sat by a small waterfall on the edge of a secluded forested lake in the middle of the estate. It sat among the trees as if the space was made expressly for it.

In a way Renata’s tenure as the de jure head of state started the same way. As her cousin, self proclaimed God-Empress Alicia, receded from public view and began to delegate duties more and more Renata picked up duties and roles until the job was basically hers. There was never any power vacuum to fill. In the years since she assumed power she had come to realize one thing: although the job was fulfilling, even fun at times, it could be extremely tedious.

Renata sat at her desk with her chin in her palm as she listened to a servant dictating a missive to the Combine. Her other cousin and close friend, Princess Dido D’Elise-Saiten, sat on her desk with her back to the servant, similarly disinterested. The Foreign Correspondence Office’s Rodney Dionne sat off to the side of the room at a smaller desk with his laptop. They had been trying to draft a letter all morning, requesting to open negotiations for the transfer of Azadistani national, Maharani Aisha, to Beringian custody, at least until the Combine’s demands were met by Aestoria and Azadistan.

The servant finished making the changes the three had suggested and read the current revision of the letter aloud:

It has come to the attention of the God-Empress that Maharani Aisha of Azadistan is currently in your custody. We at the Foreign Correspondence Office would like to inquire about the possibility of arranging for the transfer of Maharani Aisha to Beringian custody. We are open to negotiating terms, conditions, and the finer details of such an arrangement if it would be of interest to the Grand Cooperative Combine government.

As a basis for negotiations, and a show of good faith, we would like to guarantee that no proposition we put forward will permit that Aisha can be handed over without the explicit and total consent of the Grand Cooperative Combine. The Imperial Government understands that the demands of the Combine are the principal reason for Aisha’s seizure and will not be handed over to neither Aestorian or Azadistanian state and non-state actors—

With a brisk knock on the door a military policeman of the Imperial Guardian Corps entered the room.

“Crown Princess Renata, Princess Dido,” he said ignoring everyone else in the room the guardsmen gave a rigid salute, pounding his fist against his chest. “This report just came in. And a more urgent matter, Maharani Aisha is to be executed in the Combine. Thrown into the vent of an active volcano it appears. It’s all over the internet, they’re broadcasting it live.” The guardsman crossed the room to bow and place the report on her desk

Caught off guard by this new information Renata let out an exasperated plea, “What the hell?” She clasped her hands against her face and leaned back in her chair as a she let out a stifled laugh, “What the hell is wrong with people?”

“That’s hardcore,” Dido said with a wince. “But you’d do the same thing if you had a volcano.”

Renata crumbled the notes on her desk into a ball and hurled it at the servant, “What a waste of a morning.” The servant tried not to flinch, having had items thrown at him before.

“At best this is a temporary setback. Aisha wasn’t integral to the rest of the plan, as far as I know,” said Dido as she leaned forward to comfort Renata.

“No, she wasn’t. Still,” she began as she waved to dismiss Rodney, the guardsman, and the servants in the room. “She would’ve been useful,” Renata said as she swung her chair around to face the flat screen displaying the Combine broadcast of the execution. She began to rap her fingers on her desk as Aisha tumbled into the volcano followed by tanks of propane. A nervous smile spread across her face as the broadcast came to an end.

“I wish I could help, love. War and conflict aren’t my wheelhouse. Good entertainment though,” Dido said with a smile.

Renata turned her head back slightly to face Dido. “It’s fine, thanks for that. Setbacks happen all the time. Though,” Dido said with a smile as she slide the folder across the desk, “this can’t be bad news.”

Renata’s eyebrow raised slightly. Although she knew she had to read that report she didn’t feel like reading it anymore. But, Dido insisted. Renata peeled back the cover of the report. The funding of subversive elements within Azadistan through less centralized and disparate intermediaries was well underway. Beringian satellites and space based platforms operated by the Imperial Air Service were being maneuvered as directed. The Air Service has been moving large amounts of equipment around and launching payloads into space. Launches from Sai Tan and the Queen Brenda Isles were still scheduled to proceed as quickly as the facilities there could launch heavy lift spacecraft.

Plans for the assassination of Viceroy as a false flag for the mafia had been scrapped unfortunately. Analysis from the Pyramid had concluded that targeting Saladin Prison with in order to incite riots and arming prisoners though “rocket mail” was, at the very least, not infeasible. A glowing endorsement. Finally, messaging and mission priorities for Operation Green Heron were shifting away from restoring order as outlined in initial diplomatic communiques with Aestoria.

If Aestoria was going to maintain it’s steel wall around Azadistan the people of Azadistan were going to be made sure of the fact that they were being kept inside of it. Renata let the folder close as Rodney’s distinct knock lightly beat the door. Rodney peered through the door before the rest of his body came in.

“Crown Princess, forgive the intrusion. But this just came in. Falrieg is proposing an alliance,” said Rodney as he laid the folder down on her desk with a bow.

Renata dragged the letter closer by the tip of a letter opener and quickly scanned through the communique. With an uncharacteristically wide smile she said, “Looks like you’re going to Shadov. Try not to get thrown in a volcano by anyone there.”

~ • ~

Imperial Beringian Navy
Task Group X-Ray (Invasion Forces)
Operation Green Heron
Somewhere in the Ocean

Nine battle groups in total had been tasked with confronting the Aestorian blockade and several more were being retasked to provide reinforcements and escort ground forces for an invasion. There were five arsenal ship battlegroups which were built around the Alicia Esmeraude class arsenal ship and four other battle groups that had the Hekatonkheires Class Supercarrier at its center. The Alicia Esmeraude class was a purpose built ship, as standard as a purpose built arsenal ship could be, with a primary battery of 564 Mk 57 VLS cells. In the way of secondary armaments and countermeasures it had five twin M2HB .50 cal guns, four AK-630M1-2 CIWS, carbon-fiber cloud generators, flares, and a full ECM suite. It was also capable of launching four L-717 Multipurpose Air-to-Sea drones which could fly for twenty minutes before diving into the sea and loitering for up to four hours. Under the water they could detect and clear mines, perform surveillance and observation, as well as underwater inspection, or detonate its 3kg payload.

Sprinting ahead of nearly all other Beringian aircraft and ships in Arsenal Ship Battlegroup I were three L-84 Ravagers, a small stealthy autonomous surface drones of Beringian design. By sprinting ahead of the rest of formation they would function as a secondary spotter by searching for and identifying surface ships picked up by RORSAT in an earlier sweep. Their advanced passive sensors also worked to pick up subsurface disturbances. Each arsenal ship battle group had a complement of four, along with other autonomous surface vessels that could be deployed from other ships. In this particular formation, the highly dispersed Arsenal Ship Battlegroup II, they sailed at the very edge of AWACS cover. The L-84 for surface and subsurface Constantly relaying information to the main formation following somewhere behind it.

It had a small radar cross section, being only 40m long and made of light radar materials. Was fitted with an advanced radar that emits a high frequency longer wavelength signal to identify vessels using stealth measures that would normally render them undetectable, with both active and passive methods. And electronic warfare systems that could fool other ships sensors into believing it was a larger craft to draw out attackers and essentially disappear to give valuable targeting information to other surface ships.

Still in it's early stages of implementation and deployment there were only four in each arsenal ship battle group and three in each carrier battle group. Even though it was lightly armed the small craft could punch above its weight if it needed to. An automated Mk 38 Mod 2 25mm autocannon sat midship. And the heavy hitter: a fiberglass torpedo launching rack at the aft of the craft held a single supercavitating torpedo: the VA-111 Shkval. A torpedo that could close distances and take down capital ships which presented themselves as large targets.

Following the Ravagers was the usual complement of one FP-7E electronic warfare aircraft, two FP-7 Arctic Foxes, and AWACS carrying out typical tasks such as identifying threats and snooping on enemy radio signals ahead of the formations arrival and airborne patrol. Lone submarines also trailed along the edges of the already stratified formation. Once the formation had formally entered the battlespace the Queen Brenda Class Drone Tender would be deploying more drones to increase the survivability of the main fleet. Loitering munitions, swarms of light fast boats to defend against missile attacks, networked systems like the Pleiades Swarm Platform to engage in AA and SEAD operations. There were many options now that Imperial Navy was in the early stages of deploying networked autonomous systems to further enable Beringia's ability to reach out and touch enemy targets from a safe distance.

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IBNS Farron SSN
Imperial Navy Privateer Corps (Task Force XI)
Operation Green Heron
Aestorian Shipping Lane, International Waters

Like a predator lying in wait the IBNS Farron quietly and almost silently moved about below the waves. A marvel of modern ship design and engineering, it was operated by the Imperial Navy Privateer Corps and recently purchased from Murakami Defense Industries. Unlike other divisions the privateer corps were able to purchase new equipment more freely and deploy it as soon as training and trials were completed.

The crew of the IBNS Farron had passed in flying colors, thanks in part to the sophistication and ability of their submarine. The Nifonese built Type Kairyu “Sea Dragon” nuclear attack submarine was perfectly suited for raiding shipping lanes and supporting larger formations in shutting down maritime routes. It was virtually silent and it’s enormous passive sonar made it more than possible to see and track targets at long ranges.

The Imperial Navy had quietly added Aestorian flagged commercial shipping, fishing vessels, and civilian ships to their list of active targets for the Privateer Corps. High prices were being given to shipments of weapons and armaments in particular. After the first attack the threat of a second would make other lanes just as dangerous. The threat of another attack would always be looming beneath the surface. Just like the mines the Farron were laying. The Crown had not yet sent a formal declaration of war or performed an overt hostile action yet. Despite that the IBNS Farron had clear orders to target Aestorian shipping and that wasn’t changing any time soon while the sub maintained radio silence.

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by **Sokotre** » Mon Jun 11, 2018 6:32 am

Sakanjani Missile Base, Sokotre

A group of guards gazed up on the rows of launchers, with their pointy missiles mounted upon them, aiming up towards the clear blue heavens above them.

The S-75 (Russian: С-75; NATO reporting name SA-2 Guideline) is a Soviet-designed, high-altitude air defence system, built around a surface-to-air missile with command guidance. Since its first deployment in 1957 it became one of the most widely deployed air defence systems in history. It scored the first destruction of an enemy aircraft by a surface-to-air missile, shooting down a Taiwanese Martin RB-57D Canberra over China on 7 October 1959, hitting it with three V-750 (1D) missiles at an altitude of 20 km (65,600 ft). This success was attributed to Chinese fighter aircraft at the time in order to keep the S-75 program secret. This system first gained international fame when an S-75 battery, using the newer, longer-range and higher-altitude V-750VN (13D) missile was deployed in the 1960 U-2 incident, when it shot down the U-2 of Francis Gary Powers overflying the Soviet Union on May 1, 1960. The system was also deployed in Cuba during the Cuban Missile Crisis, when it shot down another U-2 (piloted by Rudolf Anderson) overflying Cuba on October 27, 1962, almost precipitating a nuclear war. North Vietnamese forces used the S-75 extensively during the Vietnam War to defend Hanoi and Haiphong. The S-75 Dvina has also been locally produced in the People's Republic of China using the names HQ-1 and HQ-2.

This powerful weapon once struck fear into the hearts of many Western pilots going against it, and still active in the arsenal of the Sokotran Air Defence Forces.

In the early 1950's, the United States Air Force rapidly accelerated its development of long-range jet bombers carrying nuclear weapons. The USAF program led to the deployment of Boeing B-47 Stratojet supported by aerial refueling aircraft to extend its range deep into the Soviet Union. The USAF quickly followed the B-47 with the development of the Boeing B-52 Stratofortress, which had greater range and payload than the B-47. The range, speed, and payload of these U.S. bombers posed a significant threat to the Soviet Union in the event of a war between the two countries. Consequently, the Soviets initiated the development of improved air defence systems. Although the Soviet Air Defence Forces had large numbers of anti-aircraft artillery (AAA), including radar-directed batteries, the limitations of guns versus high-altitude jet bombers were obvious. Therefore, the Soviet Air Defence Forces began the development of missile systems to replace the World War II-vintage gun defences.

In 1953, KB-2 began the development of what became the S-75 under the direction of Pyotr Grushin. This program focused on producing a missile which could bring down a large, non-maneuvering, high-altitude aircraft. As such it did not need to be highly maneuverable, merely fast and able to resist aircraft counter-measures. For such a pioneering system, development proceeded rapidly, and testing began a few years later. In 1957, the wider public first became aware of the S-75 when the missile was shown at that year's May Day parade in Moscow. Wide-scale deployment started in 1957, with various upgrades following over the next few years. The S-75 was never meant to replace the S-25 Berkut surface-to-air missile sites around Moscow, but it did replace high-altitude anti-aircraft guns, such as the 130 mm KS-30 and 100 mm KS-19. Between mid-1958 and 1964, U.S. intelligence assets located more than 600 S-75 sites in the USSR. These sites tended to cluster around population centers, industrial complexes, and government control centers. A ring of sites was also located around likely bomber routes into the Soviet heartland. By the mid-1960s, the Soviet Union had ended the deployment of the S-75 with perhaps 1,000 operational sites. In addition to the Soviet Union, several S-75 batteries were deployed during the 1960's in East Germany to protect Soviet forces stationed in that country, as well as to the People's Socialist Republic of Sokotre, where the missile system would become widely employed all across the country. Later the system was sold to most Warsaw Pact countries and was provided to China, North Korea, and eventually, North Vietnam.

While the shooting down of Francis Gary Powers' U-2 in 1960 is the first publicized success for the S-75, the first aircraft shot down by the S-75 was a Taiwanese Martin RB-57D Canberra high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft. The aircraft was hit by a Chinese-operated S-75 site near Beijing on October 7, 1959. Over the next few years, the Taiwanese Republic of China Air Force (ROCAF) would lose several aircraft to the S-75: both RB-57s and various drones. On May 1, 1960, Gary Powers' U-2 was shot down while flying over the testing site near Sverdlovsk. The first missile destroyed the U-2, and a further 13 were also fired, hitting a pursuing high-altitude MiG-19. That action led to the U-2 Crisis of 1960. Additionally, Chinese S-75s downed five ROCAF-piloted U-2s based in Taiwan. During the Cuban Missile Crisis, a U-2 piloted by USAF Major Rudolf Anderson was shot down over Cuba by an S-75 in October 1962, reminding the Western world to the effectiveness of the SAM system throughout the Cold War.

In 1965, North Vietnam asked for some assistance against American airpower, for their own air-defence system lacked the ability to shoot down aircraft flying at high altitude. After some discussion it was agreed to supply the PAVN with the S-75. The decision was not made lightly, because it greatly increased the chances that one would fall into US hands for study. Site preparation started early in the year, and the US detected the program almost immediately on 5 April 1965. On 24 July 1965, a USAF F-4C aircraft was shot down by an SA-2. Three days later, the US responded with Operation Iron Hand to attack the other sites before they could become operational. Most of the S-75 were deployed around the Hanoi-Haiphong area and were off-limits to attack (as were local airfields) for political reasons. The missile system was used widely throughout the world, especially in the Middle East, where Egypt and Syria used them to defend against the Israeli Air Force, with the air defence net accounting for the majority of the downed Israeli aircraft. The last success seems to have occurred during the War in Abkhazia (1992–1993), when Georgian missiles shot down a Russian Sukhoi Su-27 fighter near Gudauta on March 19, 1993. During the Yemeni Civil War (2015-present) Houthis modified some of their S-75 into surface-to-surface ballistic missiles to attack Saudi bases with them, similar to Chinese and Sokotran modifications which turned their own S-75's into nuclear-capable short range ballistic missiles.

Between 1965 and 1966, the US delivered countermeasures to the S-75 problem. The Navy soon had the AGM-45 Shrike in service and mounted their first offensive strike on a site in October 1965. The Air Force fitted B-66 bombers with powerful jammers (which blinded the early warning radars) and by developing smaller jamming pods for fighters (which denied range information to the radars). Later developments included the Wild Weasel aircraft, which were fitted with anti-radiation air-to-surface missile systems made to home in on the radar from the threat. This freed them to shoot the sites with Shrikes of their own, which was problematic for the SAM crews.

The Soviets and Vietnamese were able to adapt to some of these tactics, as well as the People's Socialist Republic of Sokotre. The USSR upgraded the radar several times to improve ECM (electronic counter measures) resistance. They also introduced a passive guidance mode, whereby the tracking radar could lock on the jamming signal itself and guide missiles directly towards the jamming source. This also meant the SAM site's tracking radar could be turned off, which prevented Shrikes from homing in on it. Some new tactics were developed to combat the Shrike. One of them was to point the radar to the side and then turn it off briefly. Since the Shrike was a relatively primitive anti-radiation missile, it would follow the beam away from the radar and then simply crash when it lost the signal (after the radar was turned off). SAM crews could briefly illuminate a hostile aircraft to see if the target was equipped with a Shrike. If the aircraft fired one, the Shrike could be neutralized with the side-pointing technique without sacrificing any S-75s. Another tactic was a "false launch" in which missile guidance signals were transmitted without a missile being launched. This could distract enemy pilots, or even occasionally cause them to drop ordnance prematurely to lighten their aircraft enough to dodge the nonexistent missile.

Despite these advances, the US was able to come up with effective ECM packages for the B-52E and later models. When the B-52s flew large-scale raids against Hanoi and Haiphong over an eleven-day period in December 1972, 266 S-75 missiles were fired, resulting in the loss of 15 of the bombers and damage to numerous others. The ECM proved to be generally effective, but repetitive USAF flight tactics early in the bombing campaign had increased the vulnerability of the bombers, and the North Vietnamese missile crews adopted a practice of firing large S-75 salvos to overwhelm the planes' defensive countermeasures (see Operation Linebacker II). By the conclusion of the Linebacker II campaign, the shootdown rate of the S-75 against the B-52s was 7.52% (15 B-52s were shot down, 5 B-52s were heavily damaged for 266 missiles). Soviet Air Defence Forces started to replace the S-75 with the vastly superior S-300 system in the 1980s. The S-75 remains in widespread service throughout the world, with some level of operational ability in 35 countries. Sokotre deployed over 1,000 missiles during the Cold War. Vietnam and Egypt are tied for the second largest deployments at 280 missiles each, while North Korea has 270. The Chinese also deployed their own HQ-2's, an upgrade of the S-75, in relatively large numbers.

During it's war with Somalia and other East African nations in 1991, the Sokotran Air Defence Forces fired approximately 300 missiles at enemy aircraft. Furthermore, Sokotran S-75's were largely successful in deterring infringements of it's airspace by the United States and its allies in Arabia and Africa during the Cold War. The airspace over the People's Socialist Republic of Sokotre was regarded as one of the most exclusive in the world during the Cold War, due to its extensive deployment of SAM's.

The Soviet Union used a fairly standard organizational structure for S-75 units. Other countries that have employed the S-75 may have modified this structure. Typically, the S-75 is organized into a regimental structure with three subordinate battalions. The regimental headquarters will control the early-warning radars and coordinate battalion actions. The battalions will contain several batteries with their associated acquisition and targeting radars. Each battalion will typically have six, semi-fixed, single-rail launchers for their V-750 missiles positioned approximately 60 to 100 m (200 to 330 ft) apart from each other in a hexagonal "flower" pattern, with radars and guidance systems placed in the center. It was this unique "flower" shape that led to the sites being easily recognizable in reconnaissance photos conducted by American high-altitude aircraft such as the U-2 Dragon Lady and SR-71 Blackbird. Typically another six missiles are stored for use on tractor-trailers near the center of the site.

The V-750 is a two-stage missile consisting of a solid-fuel booster and a storable liquid-fuel upper stage, which burns red fuming nitric acid as the oxidizer and kerosene as the fuel. The booster fires for about 4–5 seconds and the main engine for about 22 seconds, by which time the missile is traveling at about Mach 3. The booster mounts four large, cropped-delta wing fins that have small control surfaces in their trailing edges to control roll. The upper stage has smaller cropped-deltas near the middle of the airframe, with a smaller set of control surfaces at the extreme rear and (in most models) much smaller fins on the nose. The missiles are guided using radio control signals (sent on one of three channels) from the guidance computers at the site. The earlier S-75 models received their commands via two sets of four small antennas in front of the forward fins while the D model and later models used four much larger strip antennas running between the forward and middle fins. The guidance system at an S-75 site can handle only one target at a time, but it can direct three missiles against it. Additional missiles could be fired against the same target after one or more missiles of the first salvo had completed their run, freeing up the radio channel and increasing the likelihood of a successful hit by at least one of the missiles.

The missile typically mounts a 195 kg (430 lb) fragmentation warhead, with proximity, contact, and command fusing. The warhead has a lethal radius of about 65 m (213 ft) at lower altitudes, but at higher altitudes the thinner atmosphere allows for a wider radius of up to 250 m (820 ft). The missile itself is accurate to about 75 m (246 ft), which explains why two were typically fired in a salvo. One version, the SA-2E, mounted a 295 kg (650 lb) nuclear warhead of an estimated 15 kiloton yield or a conventional warhead of similar weight. Typical range for the missile is about 45 km (28 mi), with a maximum altitude around 20,000 m (66,000 ft). The radar and guidance system imposed a fairly long short-range cutoff of about 500 to 1,000 m (1,600 to 3,300 ft), making them fairly safe for engagements at low level.

The S-75 typically uses the P-12 early warning radar (also known by its NATO codename, "Spoon Rest"), which has a range of about 275 km (171 mi). The P-12 provides early detection of incoming aircraft, which are then handed off to the acquisition Fan Song radar. These radars, having a range of about 65 km (40 mi), are used to refine the location, altitude, and speed of the hostile aircraft. The Fan Song system consists of two antennas operating on different frequencies, one providing elevation (altitude) information and the other azimuth (bearing) information. Regimental headquarters also include a Spoon Rest, as well as a Flat Face long-range C-band radar and Side Net height-finder. Information from these radars is sent from the regiment down to the battalion Spoon Rest operators to allow them to coordinate their searches.

Earlier S-75 versions used a targeting radar known as Knife Rest, which was replaced in Soviet use, but can still be found in older installations of the SAM system.

Upgrades to anti-aircraft missile systems typically combine improved missiles, radars, and operator consoles. Usually missile upgrades drive changes to other components to take advantage of the missile's improved performance. Therefore, when the Soviets introduced a new S-75, it was paired with an improved radar to match the missile's greater range and altitude. Notable upgrades include the S-75M Volkhov, S-75M-2 Volkhov-M, Fan Song-E radar and V-750SM missiles, V-750AK missiles, Fan Song-F radar and V-750SM missiles, S-75M Volga, as well as Chinese, Iranian, and Sokotran upgrades and derivatives that are employed as nuclear-capable short range ballistic missiles.

But it wasn't regular the Soviet S-75 SAM's at the facility, it was the Sokotran derivative short range ballistic missiles that were sitting idly on their launchers at Sakanjani Missile Base. It was these missiles that formed the backbone of the Sokotran nuclear arsenal, and it was these missiles that had been used against East Africa in 1991 in the only recorded use of nuclear weaponry minus the American atomic bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki during World War Two. They were called Direktivë - a name inherited from the NATO designation for the S-75 (Guideline) - and could pack a nuclear punch of anywhere between 1 and 6 kilotons. Before Sokotre had moved on to more powerful weapons such as the Mbreti (King) and Kalaja (Castle), it was the Direktivë's that the leadership of the People's Socialist Republic had threatened to unleash upon the imperialists and colonialists that dare threatened the integrity of Sokotre. With the thousands of regular missiles Sokotre had stockpiled, it didn't take much to imagine what devastating firepower the Communist-era leadership could have unleashed on its opponents if they had attempted to aggress against Sokotre.

But that was back then, and this was now.

Now, the missiles sit there in their launchers, ready to fire, but neglected for decades. Some where still in a good, serviceable condition, however the ages had taken its toll on some of the other missiles, which were falling apart in front of the guards, representing a clear danger. It was exactly why Sokotre's arsenal of Direktivë missiles, as well as other conventional and nuclear-capable weaponry would be sent off to their Commonwealth allies in Libraria-Ausitoria, who had the money and technology to keep these weapons safely locked away and maintained. Sakanjani Missile Base itself was in relatively good condition compared to the other facilities across the country solely down to the fact that it was still being used by the Sokotran Air Defence Forces. As the guards gazed into the base, they spotted a 2K12 Kub mobile surface-to-air missile system being driven past a grouping of four BAZ-5921 TEL's carrying OTR-21 Tochka-U tactical ballistic missiles. If Sokotre remobilized, it would be powerful.

The government still awaited an Ausitorian response.

by **Azadistan-land of the free** » Mon Jun 11, 2018 8:10 am

Aresin wrote:Secret IC:

"This war is getting much more complicated than was anticipated." President Kayode of Aresin said sternly. "I was hoping that the Ausitorians had the situation under control, but it's obvious that they don't. This telegram that we have managed to...appropriate, clearly shows that."

The president was referring to a telegram which was intercepted by an Aresinian soldier stationed in Azadistan. The telegram gave a grave warning of an impending invasion.

The minister of war spoke up. "Then Mr. President, I suggest we intervene now before it is no longer an option. I believe that giving Azadistan combat support could very well help us in the long run. Azadistan has one thing that we don't, a port. If we help them, we could gain greater access to that port through diplomatic means."

President Kayode merely nods, a signal that the minister of war knew well. It was the go-ahead to start the intervention.

IC:

A highly encrypted message is sent to the ruler of Azadistan.

To: Azadistan
From: The Aresin War Department
With it now becoming clear that this war will be reaching Azadistan's shores, Aresin would like to offer assistance as a temporary ally. We already have a quarter of our troops amassed at your borders. We merely need to give the order, and they will move into Azadistan to fight alongside your men. We will of course respect your decision if you wish to deny this alliance. If that should be your choice, we will continue to merely guard our borders without getting directly involved.

Sincerely,
The Aresin War Department

We accept.

by **Azadistan-land of the free** » Mon Jun 11, 2018 8:18 am

Airmen have returned from airstrikes to defend the homeland from direct,specific invasions.

by **Azadistan-land of the free** » Mon Jun 11, 2018 8:56 am

Captain Muhammad Macleod: ok we have listed the threats as
(Gives names of people who spoke in favour of old Berigina) and the Azadistani Lion Party.
These people have not committed a crime yet however they may soon so we will keep an eye on them when they are in public.

Colonel Khadija Fedorov: ok.-sighs- what if they invade us from within before mounting an external invasion. Let's recommend that those who committ Nazi related violent felonies recieve the maximum sentence.

by **Democratic Exodian Territories** » Mon Jun 11, 2018 9:56 am

Under the Mediterranean Sea, >250 nautical miles from the southwestern Azadistani coastline
The ESS Cyrus

Musical context

'Boom, boom boom boom
Gonna shoot you right down
Take you in my arms
I'm in love with you-'

The hulk of the Exodian submarine sat calmly in the cool, Mediterranean waters. Above, the heavens above was crystal-clear apart from some cumulus and cirrus, and black as can be- allowing the stars and the moon to only shine brighter.
Despite this beautiful, tranquil scene on the surface, within the confines of the steel dragon was a buzzing group of personnel, getting ready to prepare for one of the most daring missions in history.

"We should have picked the Beach Boys." An Exodian Army radioman commented on the music, as he stuck a magazine into his X2 carbine and checked his sights.
"Shut the hell up, Quoss. No puns, at least for today." Another Army infantryman, a scout, shot back as he inserted
They were sitting in benches, in a white hallway leading to a moon pool in the submarine's stern, while waiting for a VAM-66 midget "narcosubmarine" from the ESS Hippolyta and Galileo, two assault submarines that had escorted the Cyrus past the Suez and into the Mediterranean. Another group of both Army and naval infantry was waiting in another moon pool in the ship's bow.

Soon enough, the VAM-66s surfaced in the moon pools, as the groups of 32 personnel total boarded the smaller submarines and set off towards the southwest Azadistani coastline, under the cover of the inky-black midnight sea. Using materials that masked heat and sonar signatures that were also equipped on most parts of the larger submarines, they started to pass under Austorian naval vessels and into Azadistani waters. Even if an Austorian or Azadistani guard spotted the crafts, their unique camouflage and their level of depth would simply make it look like a large tiger shark out hunting or traveling.

The Navy helmsmen turned on two infared cameras on the "nose" of the vessels for visual navigation, as they smoothly slithered underneath the waves towards their destination.

by **Azadistan-land of the free** » Mon Jun 11, 2018 10:08 am

Admiral Aisha Khan(a cousin of Mahraja Dawud Khan, captain of the Royal Marines): HQ to Barbarossa engage the Exodian submarine.
Captain Saladin Khaleeg: copy that -fires a missile at the Exodian submarine-

by **Democratic Exodian Territories** » Mon Jun 11, 2018 10:23 am

Azadistan-land of the free wrote:Admiral Aisha Khan(a cousin of Mahraja Dawud Khan, captain of the Royal Marines): HQ to Barbarossa engage the Exodian submarine.
Captain Saladin Khaleeg: copy that -fires a missile at the Exodian submarine-

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OOC: You're not supposed to know they're there.

by **Azadistan-land of the free** » Mon Jun 11, 2018 10:41 am

Democratic Exodian Territories wrote:
Azadistan-land of the free wrote:Admiral Aisha Khan(a cousin of Mahraja Dawud Khan, captain of the Royal Marines): HQ to Barbarossa engage the Exodian submarine.
Captain Saladin Khaleeg: copy that -fires a missile at the Exodian submarine-

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OOC: You're not supposed to know they're there.

OOC:Azadistan does Coastal patrols.

by **Azadistan-land of the free** » Mon Jun 11, 2018 10:50 am

A conscript who has deserted is on trial. He was apprehended by his own regiment who called the Millitary police.
They plead insane but the prosecutor says that this is not so.
They shall undergo psychiatric assessment. If found to be not mentally ill they could face death.

by **Azadistan-land of the free** » Mon Jun 11, 2018 11:01 am

Dedicated to the shahids so far:
Captain Ahmed
Colonel Begum
Private Khan
Private Smith
Private Musa
Lieutenant Beni-Hakim
Private Corlone
Sargeant Khan
Captain Khan
Captain Khan
Captain Khan
Sargeant Ali
Sargeant Qureyshi
Captain Yousafzai
Captain Corleone
Captain Bin Maryam
Captain Ibn Khan
Captain Ibn Muhammad
Sergeant Yousafzai

by **Democratic Exodian Territories** » Mon Jun 11, 2018 1:16 pm

Azadistan-land of the free wrote:
Democratic Exodian Territories wrote:
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OOC: You're not supposed to know they're there.

OOC:Azadistan does Coastal patrols.

OOC: We're outside your coastal patrols, as displayed on the official map:

blue line shows our midget submarines' charted course.

by **Aresin** » Mon Jun 11, 2018 5:12 pm

Aresin has finalized the moving of military personnel and material into Azadistan. Aresinian military presence in Azadistan includes:

197,788 troops
250 mobile suits (including one Destroy Gundam super weapon)
530 Tanks
100 F-22's
125 Avenger drones

by **South Harlonia** » Mon Jun 11, 2018 6:49 pm

President Jeffers rode down the streets of New Oxford, the coastal capital of South Harlonia in a golden (like made of actual gold) Ferrari with four fine super models wearing only underwear and stilettos riding in the car with him. "Damn it feels good to be a gangsta" he hummed with the booming music with crowds of thousands of adoring citizens cheered at waved at their popular billionaire playboy star-athlete president. Staff in his 300-vehicle long convoy were using air guns to blast wads of high-value cash notes to President Jeffer's adoring fans. The president then got a phone call.
"Hmmm. Looks like some foreign policy shit that can wait..."

Sometime later President Jeffers walked into his cabinet meeting. He cracked open the presidential beer cooler and tossed a cold one to his bro, General Bryce McTaggart, the Secretary of Defense, and Chuck Broski, the Secretary of Sports. The president then grabbed one for himself and one to shake up and pour all over Oliver Mertz, the secretary of finance and budgets and shit. Mertz was a nerdy, lanky bookworm type with strong Cyril Figgis vibes - in fact, it was suspected that Mertz would be the one behind any would-be assassination of President Jeffers; given Jeffer's near-constant humiliation of Mertz, the fact Jeffer's slept with Mertz's wife while he was still home (several times, but thats just how President Jeffers rolls) or that he destroyed Mertz's Warhammer figures for the lulz.
"So what's this shit about Azadistan?"
"The jihadi state committed a massacre, now some libtard diplomacy-cuck empire took them over as a protectorate and is defending them from retribution."
"So basically the radical hajis sell their souls to the imperial cucks in exchange for getting to continue on a war path without facing justice?"
"Nailed it."
"What a shitty deal. Just terrible!"
"Indeed."
"What's the plan General?"
"Well I suggest we fucking wreck the Aesitoran cuck blockade, then open a can of flaming whoop-ass on the Azadistani jihadis."
"Good plan General."
"Mr. President, maybe we should consider the repercussions of attacking a large empire which likely has a GDP and defense budget rival to our own?"
"Damnit Mertz, no one gives a shit about your silly GDP's and budgets right now! The big boys are talking!" The rest of the cabinet laughed at Jeffer's berating of Mertz.
"He maybe has a point though, like maybe consider it?" Said Ben the Drunk Priest.
"Continue, Drunk Priest" President Jeffers said to his religious adviser.
"It like, could be foolish to just attack an equal power without help from a greater power, you know?"
"You expect God to intervene on our behalf?"
"Not directly, but we could like use the indirect support and stuff. Importantly, maybe we could call upon his ancient servants."
"You mean Soriue?"
"Yes."

Operation: Nut Punch

Surface fleets were over-rated. Too easy to be spotted travelling on open water. For Operation: Nut-Punch the main offensive would take place undersea. Twenty-seven Linebacker-Class submarine carriers would form the main backbone of the Harlonian strike force. Eight Fullback AEXA submarines and twenty Brutalizer SSGNs would serve as escort, with the main force comprising of sixty Brawler class SSNs.

Elsewhere the second branch of Nut-Punch would come from the stars, well, close to them. The Harlonian Sky Corps was a branch of the Harlonian Air Force specializing in extremely high-altitude operations. Six NestHawk Aerial Carriers and twenty-five StrikeHawk Aerial Support Platforms would lead the charge from the sky.

But it was a third player that would form the spearhead of the offensive, the first punch of the fight, the opening kick of the game. Maybe it was an honest prayer from believers in positions of power calling to the Lord to send one of his mightiest creations to wreak havoc on the enemy, or maybe it was a special acoustic sound being echoed across the bottom of the sea to awaken a living, breathing animal and send it into a territorial fury.

The ancient beast known as Soriue came forward with the speed and rage of a hundred enraged basilosaurus. It continued to unleash a mass blast of echolocation pulses which would act like a sonar-jamming system (good thing the Harlonian naval forces were spread out almost a 1000km behind him, but even they would receive some unintended interference) to all listening ships and submarines in its path. It picked its target: an Aesitoran carrier on the edge of the blockade and all escorting ships. Soriue increased his speed and came to the surface, arching towards the carrier hundreds of kilometers out in a zig zag pattern to create a huge wake. The giant reptile adjusted its speed to go faster and slower (to create a bigger wave). By the time it was within 200km of its target Soriue dropped back and vanished under the water, leaving a raging tidal wave arcing towards its target - the white cap set to crash several hundred meters behind the target vessel and its escorts.

"Thats our signal." Star Admiral Jane Pickney said as she monitored the situation on the surface from tens thousands of kilometers away and hundreds of kilometers high. The NestHawk orbital carriers began launching ultra-high-altitude supersonic bombers, 200 in total, to take off and strike the enemy. 40 of the bombers opened up with OGM-44 Dominator missiles - a subsonic-to-hypersonic glide missile that would cruise through the thin or non-existent atmosphere then arc downward, gaining supersonic speed then finally hypersonic speed as they entered their terminal ascent over the enemy ships (they have in-sensor jamming, forward-facing chemical lasers, rear-facing communications sensors, multiple-guidance warheads to resist jamming & passive avoidance measures, and also deployed decoys as they descended). Each of the selected bombers fired their full payload of 22 OGM-44's, for 880 total at Aesitoran capital ships (dreadnaughts, hypercarriers, yada yada). They would stay in formation, mixing back with the remaining armed bombers to create more targets once detected (as stealth would only get them so far). Each of the StrikeHawks then fired 10 OCM-50 Comet missiles - an orbital cruise missile which would break into 18 MIRV's just prior to entering the atmosphere (MIRV's that would spin and perform both semi-random maneuvers and active avoidance maneuvers to make interception more complicated, made from material that was laser/energy weapon resistant).
A total of 250 (x18 MIRV's) + 880 ordinances were launched in the opening strike.

"So it begins." the Admiral said.

Azadistani Commonwealth VS Munkchester(over)

Titanomachy - The End of the Old

Azadistani military prepares to defend homeland

Invasion of Munkchester

Airstrikes against Munkchester

Airmen return to defend home

Azadistani Millitary Intelligence monitor treason threat

Azadistani submarines engage Exodian one

Deserter on trial

War memorial

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