The raid Multonia on

[Multonia]

OOC and " spoiler" alert for future predicted events: It just flashed in my head that I decided that a battle on foreign ground will take place after the sea chase and that it will go the same way as the Battle of Crait from The Last Jedi and the final battle scene from the Mortal Engines movie with a little bit of some references, like the 13th Floor Elevator airship and the Jenny Hanniver but a bit modern. Will try to keep that up. Also, Patriotic America may have a quantum energy weapon similar to the M.E.D.U.S.A from the Mortal engines movie

[Multonia]

"We have word that three tactical nukes launched by the Newark Aristocracy are coming for the enemy fleet any time now. Begin the evacuation." Jenkins ordered. "And you, Mr. Dameron, you will come with me." They all walked to the transport that was waiting for them. Some of the transports are lifting off, heading right for safety, which was close by. They had a bit of a sad feeling when they all pulled away from the carrier, which was now making an attempt to beach at the nearby coasts.

"There we go." Dameron muttered, grasping his rifle and looking down.
"Hey, Jason. Look here." Jenkins called over to him, who looked from a porthole and looked outside. The view showed a nearby coastline which, upon going deeper into, had a mountain range with what looked like a fortification of bunkers, gun emplacements, and some trench networks, plus a small underground airfield. (it looks like the fortress in the Bastok Peninsula in Ace Combat 5)
"Our new base. Equipped with powerful defenses that can buy us time to send a distress signal."
"Alright. Pilot, set course for the nearby base. Along with the others under enemy radar. Let's hope this works."
"Right away, Commander."

[Pilipinas and Malaya]

IC:
“We could help. We have some natural gas refineries in Sarawak and the Spratlys. Try to move your fleet to the south slowly. Our navy ships wll let you harbor in Bandar Seri Begawan and escort you. We can only do so much before you reach Taiwan though, you’re on your own before that. I just have to clear the action with Parliament and PM Soliman. You’ll be the first person outside our government to know of the results. Meanwhile, I could get the private arms manufacturers here and maybe in some allied places if Soliman can agree and at least Parliament has a consensus.”, Sarah Tan relayed to Miller. She knew the Arms Manufacturers would love this, and though it would be breaking neutrality, the Filipino and Malayan government was interested in keeping the peace and the loss of a major power to another would heavily unbalance the societal equillibrium.

[Multonia]

The others already landed at the old base, and started searching what they could find for the incoming enemy. They walked their way in with a number of some riflemen, then they came back with what they had available. What they really needed were weapons powerful enough to slow the enemy's advance which would buy them time to get an old but still functioning satellite dish to send out a distress signal to other allies.

"Okay, so what do we have?" Jason asked
"Come in here." one Marine replied. "You're not going to believe it."
What he saw in a large cave opening was a large steel door along with a long runway. As they went deeper, the contents of the cavern made Dameron let out a whistle. Rows of steampunk-looking aircraft were lined up in rows, with fuel tanks right beside them. There were unlit tunnel lights and some crates containing some equipment, revealing the entire area as a large underground base, which was originally built for the war which had been long passed. Dameron walked towards a craft, then wiped off its dusty hull. The emblem displayed on the hull was revealed to be the emblem of the Confederation of Seasia. Some handy equipment to pick a fight. Not all of the craft were designed to be attack and support aircraft, but for recon and other non-wartime purposes only. They only had weapons for self defense.
And in the very center of the rows of aircraft, lay one aircraft like no other. Instead of two wings, this had four wings, one at the top, with another pair extending out. The fuselage looked like the gondola of a blimp, with cockpit windows resembling those of a Heinkel 111 bomber. Below the wings, lay rocket pods and some cannons containing explosive rounds. Two engines, stuck out from the sides of the fuselage, right below the fuel tanks. This aircraft was from different origin, as it displayed the Trade Republic emblem on it.

"Do we have any exits out?"
"Only this giant door. This is the only way we are dug in is this base. We are still protected by the other fortifications here."
"Well," Dameron sighed, taking a stride towards the door. " Let's just pray that this big ass door and base will hold out much longer as our fleet is headed to safety."

An alarm blared. Some enemy fighters, have immediately spotted the base! Some defense cannons were opened up and fired at the aggressors, who replied with some missile strikes before flying away.
"Anybody have eyes on the Empire?!" Dameron boomed, immediately rushing to the main command center. not before hopping on a mine cart and pushing a lever which sped towards the main fortification.

[Newark Aristocracy]

(YEEE HAW,IM BRINGING SCPS INTK THIS)

NAN Kohania CVBB 11.

Cap, request to deploy the giant lizard (SCP-682:the indestructible lizard)

Yes,let him nom the crap out of P-*ALERT, UNKNOWN SHIPS SIGHTED, REPEAT, UNKNOWN SHIPS SIGHTED.*

OH BLEEP!

ATTACK HELOS,LEFT SIDE.

TRANSPORTS ABOVE!

HOLY COW,MTF Nu 7!

Oh s***t



MTF Commander:Let's put the hammer down on em

MTF cadet: Understood.

MTF radios:All units,O5 counsil has authorized the use of Alpha 1 designated "Red Right Hand".

Notes:Nu 7 is "Hammer Down"

MTF radio:This is Epsilon 11, designated "Nine Tailed Fox",We are inbound via UH-60.

Copy NTF.

Notes:The abbreviated version of Nine Tailed Fox is NTF.

[Multonia]

"Enemy contacts spotted." a lookout reported. Dameron rushed into the command center, then went into a periscope to check outside for any movement. From the view, five silhouettes were seen in the horizon. As he zoomed in, they were revealed to be landing craft, enough to carry an entire battalion of troopers, plus tanks, and sorts of mechanized stuff.
"They know we're here." Dameron said. After the detonation of the three nukes launched by the Newark Aristocracy, a huge chunk of the floating fortress took one of the nukes, which blew up instantly, tearing a massive gash in its hull and cleaving the ship in two. The explosion then caused a chain reaction that immediately tore apart almost a dozen of the Patriotic American escorts. However, the fight was not over yet. The surviving ships then headed to the place where the Allies were making a stand.

"Guys, looks like they're not alone." Jackson replied. "They're bringing out something powerful. Something.....My God, it's big."
There was a gigantic shipping container which had two strong doors that slid out, looking like an aircraft hangar. Some soldiers wearing white armor suits appeared out of the container. Then one large cannon, similar to the Schwerer-Gustav cannon, but way bigger, with only a giant Tesla coil then rolled out, with giant tracks, while a dozen super tanks, some revealed to be giant VT's (Steel Battalion: Heavy Armor reference), the size of an AT-AT, marched past the cannon, their metal legs thumping the terrain.
"It's a super cannon. Maximized Nikola Tesla tech. Weaponized. It'll crack our base open like an egg. That big ball on the top of the coil, that fires a straight column of energy. Enough to rip 1/4 of this place."

"Do we have time to buy for ourselves?" Dameron asked.
"Satellite dish is powering up and ready."
-"Engage the defenses. Send out our infantry. Arm surface to sea missiles only if necessary. Bring out the aviators. We make our stand here."


On the trenches

"Everybody let's move!" one sergeant yelled as every soldier began filling up the trench networks and setting up emplacements, manning the bunkers, and making sure that everything was operational.

"Ground forces, hold your line."
A commando then climbed out, stepped forward then scanned the area with his binoculars.

After a while, the aircraft from the caved hangar then sped out and over the trenches, diving right down.

[Newark Aristocracy]

NAN Kohania CVBB 11 is active and deploying Lizard.

Copy, Canton is standing by.

Lizard deployed.

Understood.


NAN Canton CVBB 02

What the hell is that? (Refering to Lizard)

I know what that is,but I won't tell you.

Ok









Near PA fleet.
682:RAAAAAAA,DIE IDIOTS (PA forces) RAAAAAA,RAAAAAAAAA,RAAAAAAAAAA,RAAAA *eats shell fired from PA fleet* RAAAA, RAAAAAAA,RAAAAA, RAAAAA,OH LOOOK,A CONTAINER TO EAT! *Noms Container that carried the MEDUSA* TASTY!
MMM,A TIN CAN,MY FAVORITE! *noms landing craft, killing some PA troops in the process*


(Please feel free to respond)

[RoyalistFrance]

I propose that we form an alliance similar to that of tye Allied Forces

We should form the Grand Entente, It's like the allied powers or forces whatever

It'll unite our nations against Patriotic America and his Tyranny

[Multonia]

....

[Multonia]

OOC: Will be taking a long break after this post. This forum shall still be active.
See you soon.

[RoyalistFrance]

"As this island was uninhabited by humans, it was a good place for an echo base"

- Amiral Sochte

Sept 3rd 2071
Thirty years after the first war and his still at it
Sirens are alarmed as an enemy vessel approaches with tanks and and troops for the Invasion of French Iwo Jima

Sept 8th, 2071
It begins, The high ranking officers are boarding HFMCGC Balder and the French Japanese troops or "Miyakese" ready to defend there home for a Second time. They are armed with the Meuneir Mk 4 Semi Automatic Rifle and Chaullalut Mk 4 LMG's.
They wore something like a German Uniform and a WW2 British (sometimes American) Helmet. If the Americans capture this island Miyake Jima will fall. Heavy but slow Truman tanks start clashing with a single De Gaulle tank and the De Gaulle tank is vanquished. It's already looking hopeless. The Miyakese force is being out maneuvered, out matched, and out smarted. The island holds until all the communications are destroyed and all the personnel are evacuated. Then they surrender. Miyake Jima, is the Americans next target

[Multonia]

The latest battle between PA and the URM has resulted in a decisive American victory. The superweapon inflicted heavy casualties on the remaining military force, which ultimately led to their escape. Despite that, the PA empire would stand ready to conquer the rest of the world without much resistance from the Multonian military, it's political structure collapsed. The remaining task forces with only few manpower to their own have dissolved to protect their respective homes, the chain of command is almost gone, while the presidential line of succession is still up but cut off.

In other countries, sympathizers and resisters fought among themselves. The world itself as a whole stood divided.
The remaining Multonians successfully escaped destruction and are seeking to rebuild what they have lost. They have spread far and wide across a part of the free world, to show their colors and tell them that whatever they do, Patriotic America will come for them and will strip them of their freedoms unless they fight back.

[Pilipinas and Malaya]

OOC: I’m unable to keep up at the moment, but I will try. Will RP Miller’s reaction, our reaction and other things.

[Multonia]

(OOC: Just a wee bit of a teaser here)





6 months after the Battles of Tori Shima and on the old Allied mining base.






A soldier was just monitoring in his computer terminal about the recent events that took place, even the recent moves made by the Empire before. He was inside a secret room, in a secret location. Possibly, a ship, a bunker, somewhere definitely unknown.

He took a moment to look around, then stood up, grabbed his rifle, and headed to an exit. As the doors slid open, a sudden ray of light enters the door, making him cover his eyes before stepping right in. As he stepped by what seems to be a rail, he uses his binoculars to scan the horizon. He then smiles as he puts them down before putting them up and zooming in, giving a view of twenty-two warships anchored almost together, side to side, then gives a look of hope as he gazes into the sky, where the silhouette of a large aircraft is briefly seen.

Ignite the Spark. Light the Fire

[Patriotic America]

The American Battle station 1 is nearing it's preparations to launch it's Tesla cannon at Miyake Jima.

Battle station 1*
Commence Primary ignition.

Alsace Squadron*
Alsace 1* Alsace 1 standing by
Alsace 3* standing by
Alsace 5* Standing by
Alsace 6* standing by
Lock Wings into attack position

Stark 9Y start taking off

Enemy fighters at ten o'clock high

Alsace 3* I can't shake e......

Alsace 5* taking the trench run

Alsace 1* Holy SH.......

Alsace 3* AAAAAAAHH...

Stark 9Y pilot * I have you now

Alsace 5* missiles away

Battle station 1 explodes*

(queue death star explosion music*

[Jasonvillee]

Chancellor Jason looked at his cabinet and the rest of the Joseon Government.


"If we do not help, we will soon also become victims.

We shall help them. Get the remenants of our Navy and Air force."

NEAR THE NAVAL BATTLE

Joseon bombers, escorted by fighters flew in.

They suffered heavy casualties as they kept advancing toward the Americsn fleet.

"This is the Joseon Shadow Squadron! We have bombers loaded with thermite and heavy explosives, and we need support!"

The Joseon fighters sacrificed themselves to distract the American fighters, but it already seemed like they were soon to be crushed.

The small remenants Joseon navy(which got mostly destroyed in the last war), consisting of 2 corvettes and 1 medical frigate headed towards the Resistance fleet.

The Joseon Confederacy had joined the fight.

[RoyalistFrance]

Joseon pilots we got your six.
As Normandie squadron drove out of the clouds, shooting down enemy fighters, while they destroy an American Corvette making crash a nearby enemy cruiser and sink it

Then an entire airfleet of enemies came in. All the while troops were waiting for a queue to start the offensive.

Soldier 1* Look I see them

Soldier 4* what're those

Soldier 2* is that

Soldier 1* the entire attack squadron

Debris of Normandie squadron crash into the occupied city of Pusan. Many of them perished but some who survived fled into the sewers, but the captain of the squadron was captured but his wingman escaped

[Newark Aristocracy]

The Final Stand: Pacfic Slaughter

*Insert scene of troops lowering their guns in concurrent order.*


Here they come, RELEASE THE LIZARD!

*a large door opens and SCP-682 comes out*

START SHOOTIN, BOYS

*Gunfire errupts across the line of troops*

Hellfire Troopers are inbound.

Copy.

Alpaerus 1 here,need any air cover?
Yes.
Copy.

*Insert epic STARK killing spree by a A-10 and
20 ADFX-02's*

All confirmed targets down,copy?

Reading,now we need CAS.

Copy.

[Multonia]

"TO ANY ALLIED FORCE, WE NEED HELP. THE AMERICAN EMPIRE IS CURRENTLY ATTACKING US"

Those were the first words spoken from the main radio as a commando was desperately calling for help. He was part of a Multonian expeditionary group sent to call for more allies. They were in an Allied city, which was under attack from two American dreadnoughts, and one heavy cruiser. The city was being hammered so many times since the ships appeared and commenced their bombardments. There were also fighters participating in the attack.

The attack lasted for a long while, until a small group of fighters---new fighters with fresh pilots, dove out of the clouds, and started to tag the enemies one by one. This was no foreign force, they were the Multonians themselves, rebuilt, with their fleet given a fresh new lineup, but still a bit weak. And in the very center of the newly-organized squadron...was Dameron, himself.


"Every one of you pick a bogey." he ordered, wearing a new helmet displaying the new colors the Multonians were shining.
"and....FOX THREE!"
They all fired simultaneously. The missiles flew as long thin white streaks darting towards their prey, blowing up more than ten seconds later.

"All in! Dive in and commence attack! For the glory of our country."


For the first time in months, the Multonians were growing every hour, learning from their past mistakes, avenging all those who had been killed.

"Enemy fighters incoming."
Dameron dove into a small formation, then rolled around, picked one target, blowing some planes up before turning to engage the next one.

"You're mine."
He squeezed the trigger, letting fly a hundred rounds that tore into the enemy fighter's hull that it disintigrated completely.

"Enemy ships attacking the city."


The commando and his squad were already a minute away from reaching the rail guns, having sprinted all the way there. They spent less then an hour taking cover from enemy shells before storming the empty rail gun center, activating the computers.
"Lock on to those ships and take them out. It's now or never."
They wasted no time complying as they powered up the large cannons, aimed the crosshairs at one hull, then some heartbeats later...fired.
The rail gun let out a huge vibrating roar as it shot out a burst of pulsating energy, striking the hull of one ship that it caused a series of explosions before blowing up into one large fireball. The other cannons opened fire, pummeling the ships.
Dameron rallied his five other pilots, setting a course for parts unknown.

[Sabbatium]

(A long time ago, in a forum thread not so far away)

(Me) I'll be back

(And back to the present)

Multonia wrote:
"TO ANY ALLIED FORCE, WE NEED HELP. THE AMERICAN EMPIRE IS CURRENTLY ATTACKING US"

Those were the first words spoken from the main radio as a commando was desperately calling for help. He was part of a Multonian expeditionary group sent to call for more allies. They were in an Allied city, which was under attack from two American dreadnoughts, and one heavy cruiser. The city was being hammered so many times since the ships appeared and commenced their bombardments. There were also fighters participating in the attack.

The attack lasted for a long while, until a small group of fighters---new fighters with fresh pilots, dove out of the clouds, and started to tag the enemies one by one. This was no foreign force, they were the Multonians themselves, rebuilt, with their fleet given a fresh new lineup, but still a bit weak. And in the very center of the newly-organized squadron...was Dameron, himself.


"Every one of you pick a bogey." he ordered, wearing a new helmet displaying the new colors the Multonians were shining.
"and....FOX THREE!"
They all fired simultaneously. The missiles flew as long thin white streaks darting towards their prey, blowing up more than ten seconds later.

"All in! Dive in and commence attack! For the glory of our country."


For the first time in months, the Multonians were growing every hour, learning from their past mistakes, avenging all those who had been killed.

"Enemy fighters incoming."
Dameron dove into a small formation, then rolled around, picked one target, blowing some planes up before turning to engage the next one.

"You're mine."
He squeezed the trigger, letting fly a hundred rounds that tore into the enemy fighter's hull that it disintigrated completely.

"Enemy ships attacking the city."


The commando and his squad were already a minute away from reaching the rail guns, having sprinted all the way there. They spent less then an hour taking cover from enemy shells before storming the empty rail gun center, activating the computers.
"Lock on to those ships and take them out. It's now or never."
They wasted no time complying as they powered up the large cannons, aimed the crosshairs at one hull, then some heartbeats later...fired.
The rail gun let out a huge vibrating roar as it shot out a burst of pulsating energy, striking the hull of one ship that it caused a series of explosions before blowing up into one large fireball. The other cannons opened fire, pummeling the ships.
Dameron rallied his five other pilots, setting a course for parts unknown.


(Constantinople, 19:00 Hours)
Tired of seeing his allies go through blood and gore fighting against one of our greatest enemies, the Consul himself has called in one of his best generals, the Germanic Import known as Darth Vader, to lead his navy against the Imperial scum and bring glory to a new Republic in America. A band of ships, consisting of a Heavy Cruiser, a Heavy Carrier and two Frigates were sent, commanded by Darth Vader, the best pilot to ever sail a ship in all the world. This was to be a surprise as we had not attacked in a while, and they probably would not have seen us as much of a threat anymore.

(05:00 Hours, the next day, West Philippine Sea)

The ships had arrived and behind the American forces. We thought it would be just like before and so Darth Vader, leading the ships on the Heavy Cruiser, got a little cocky and told his crew to fire at the heavy cruiser in front of them. They aimed for the magazines and fired an HE Shell. "I have you now." Darth Vader muttered to himself, when the shell missed and hit the deck of the ship instead, alerting the American forces, in what quickly escalated to a full battle. Fighters rushed to the scene to help the attacked Multonians and were in a showdown for 6 hours until they finally got stuck in a stalemate in which both sides had to leave in a draw. Things were better in the sea, where the ships had managed to first set a flame, and then destroy the American ships after a heated battle that lasted 8 hours, with many casualties. When the American ships finally sank, we extinguished the flooding and fires that had ensued and refocused the ships on the fighters in the air. The fighters, now supported by the ships, finally broke the stalemate. Seeing land, our forces captured a small island only a few miles off the coast of the mainland and found survivors on both sides. Dameron and a few of his crew were also found on the island and are now taking refuge in our new base on the island, which was established somwtime after checking for survivors, who wash up everyday from all parts of the island. Destroyers and another Heavy Carrier are being sent straight to this temporary base of operations in order to guard it.

(05:00 Hours, next day)

The ships have arrived and we are ready to liberate any enemy-occupied territory.







Hello. I am the replacement to Utopia Nirvana, and as the former said, I shall be taking it's place now. Don't worry, we are one and the same. Just think of me as a renamed and permanently located country that really just stays in the territory of the Eastern Roman Empire (minus that Italy part). If any of you will ask what will happen to Utopia Nirvana, I've decided to drop it and replace it with another account as my main (who you'll meet later)

[Newark Aristocracy]

Ok

[Multonia]

"It's been what, twenty years?" an officer said, standing up from sitting on a munitions box and lighting up a cigarette.
"Further back than you and I can remember. Back then, there was plenty of everything. Folks could go about their business in peace. And the United States.....huh, that old one, were a symbol of that peace."

He took a time pondering around the tent

"Patriotic America took everything from us. Our summer barbecues, are friends across the street, our country.....our families. And what's left? Nothing to look back to? Nothing to look on. But no matter how far I walk....Multonia shall always be under my feet."

He then slid open the tent door, walking outside, and taking a glimpse at the newly-rebuilt Army: a few rows of new APCs, some heavy main battle tanks, and a new kind of war machine, capable of relentlessly pushing hard until the Empire would be finally crushed:

The main body looked like the front of an armored personnel carrier on steroids, with armor plating lining the surfaces, along with a single cockpit window. A heavy cannon, a secondary gun, and an autocannon scaled the body, along with a few MG turrets. The sides were the ones that would change the course of the entire conflict. Instead of tracks, they were huge, metal legs, with bulletproof armor and with four metal toes.
This was a vertical tank. A VT for short.
He then stepped forward, and saw a lineup of twenty bipedal walker tanks march across the desert, while another ten were lined up, their crews standing at attention.

He sighed. "It's only a matter of time."

[Newark Aristocracy]

(I'm going FT cause yeet)

The 3rd fleet,fresh from a op in the Terra Galaxy,warps into the atmosphere and holds above formerly Multonian lands at 50mi,ready to bring PA to it's knees

[Sabbatium]

"It's been what, twenty years?" an officer said, standing up from sitting on a munitions box and lighting up a cigarette.
"Further back than you and I can remember. Back then, there was plenty of everything. Folks could go about their business in peace. And the United States.....huh, that old one, were a symbol of that peace."

He took a time pondering around the tent

"Patriotic America took everything from us. Our summer barbecues, are friends across the street, our country.....our families. And what's left? Nothing to look back to? Nothing to look on. But no matter how far I walk....Multonia shall always be under my feet."

He then slid open the tent door, walking outside, and taking a glimpse at the newly-rebuilt Army: a few rows of new APCs, some heavy main battle tanks, and a new kind of war machine, capable of relentlessly pushing hard until the Empire would be finally crushed:

The main body looked like the front of an armored personnel carrier on steroids, with armor plating lining the surfaces, along with a single cockpit window. A heavy cannon, a secondary gun, and an autocannon scaled the body, along with a few MG turrets. The sides were the ones that would change the course of the entire conflict. Instead of tracks, they were huge, metal legs, with bulletproof armor and with four metal toes.
This was a vertical tank. A VT for short.
He then stepped forward, and saw a lineup of twenty bipedal walker tanks march across the desert, while another ten were lined up, their crews standing at attention.

He sighed. "It's only a matter of time."

You know if you'd like, I could help you heal those wounds. We have a lot of money mostly from the oil fields we have in Arabia. We wouldn't mind to help an old ally in this time of need. Tell me anything you need to bring back your nation from the brink and back to the glory days and I will get it for you.

[Newark Aristocracy]

The 3rd fleet fires all of its ION cannons at PA fleets, destroying many ships.