The raid Multonia on

[Patriotic America]

"Captain James McCain" are we closing on port Arthur
"Senior officer" yes sir, but there is a strong presence of Multonian Battleships here.
"James McCain" then send the bombers

B - 69 Shadows are now closing on the Battleships.
Boom*
Multonian battleship strickened
Boom*
Another one sinks
Boom*
He's gone
Boom*
MDFS Hinderer, sunken
Landing crafts approaching landing Zone
Landing ongoing

[Multonia]

Five commandos, led by veteran Jonathan Vatz, were trudging along mountainous lands as part of a scouting force that was deployed to assess the conditions of their territory within the border.

Vatz, heralded as one of the nation's war heroes, is now in his mid-40s. Since the first war's end, he was given a hero's welcome, now a recipient in the Military Hall of fame. Now he chooses to continue to fight for the mainland.

As they trudged along, they find a series of flashes of light on the horizon. War games? Some training exercises? Some artillery barrage part of a live-fire exercise? They had no idea.

"What is that flash of light?" one commando asked, pointing his finger to one flash of blinding light.

Vatz rushed over to take a look. "Oh, whatever it is, I don't know."

[Multonia]

"All aircraft, form up on me!" Dameron yelled through the microphone as five URZOC-registered aircraft, the three of them bombers, pierced through the clouds, racing towards Port Arthur, now joined by six squadrons of Multonia's newest fighter bomber aircraft.

[Newark Aristocracy]

NAN Kohania CVBB 11,70mi from Port MacArthur.

Sir,the port's being attacked by those "Patriotic" Americans.

Deploy every jet we have,we must defend.

*Ace Combat Briefing Music*

As we know,those PA's are attacking Multonia and we are deploying. We will defend our allies.
Understood?

*All in unison* YES SIR!

Ok then,let's do this.

[Multonia]

The squadron of aircraft raced closer and closer to the attackers, until Port Arthur was visible on their cockpit windows.
As the pilots closed in, plumes of smoke could be seen with several explosions with tracer rounds flying in one direction.

ON THE GROUND
Vatz and his squad became surrounded. Everywhere, PA troops charged and collapsed from impacts from Vatz's bullets as his group made a desperate stand for survival. Even as some enemy fighters soared over them, there was no chance of escape.

"Call for air support! Where are our fighters at!" one commando yelled, cutting down a line of troopers with his machine gun
"They're getting close to the front line!" bellowed another

After digging in for a while, all enemy fire ceased. Out of the smoke, they heard enemy chatter
"We've got enemy aircraft incoming! Take cover! Call out all squads! Call out all squads! Anti air cover on my position, now!"

They couldn't believe their ears. Vatz stood up and lowered his rifle. "It's the URZOC."


On the horizon, the squadrons flew at low level, their weapons hot, seeking to destroy enemy targets.
"Alright, you know what to do." Dameron radioed, adrenaline surging through his body. "Just go straight at 'em. Don't let these thugs scare you.''

Over the course of 45 minutes, complete chaos rocked the enemy hard as fighters flew dizzying patterns in the sky, chasing down and blowing up Imperial aircraft that dared to wheel around and pick a nasty fight. As the battle raged on, Vatz's company ducked as they heard a loud explosion as a landing transport, it's bays still full, took a hit too many and split apart.
"LET'S MOVE!" Vatz yelled. He grabbed his rifle, encountered an enemy soldier but in the nick of time, Vatz landed a bullet square in his chest that he crumpled to the ground.

Rather than charging towards the line of defense, the enemy forces are in disarray as many soldiers are killed and vehicles are destroyed by strafing runs performed by fighters from the Newark Aristocracy.

[Pilipinas and Malaya]

OOC: Will be meeting with the two of you and China to arrange diplomatic ties and exchange info. Will also set up forward bases in China. Will also send a few divisions just in case.

Will be up on Saturday or Friday.

[Multonia]

The surviving Multonian soldiers trudged through the wreckage of what was left of the invading force that attempted to make a breakthrough of Port Arthur. All over, the port was strewn with wreckages of destroyed vehicles, plumes of smoke, fires, along with corpses of Patriotic American soldiers lying everywhere.

"Sir. Transport incoming." reported one trooper as his radio beeped twice.

A four-engined VTOL transport dove out of the sunlight,made it's way through the plumes of smoke, escorted by three fighters.
As the transport lowered its gear, the URZOC emblem was visible on the wings, as it turned 180 degrees, touched down, and opened the ramp. Out lured another batch of commandos. Vatz stepped forward and stood in front of the entrance as a familiar looking man stepped out, followed by another man, which was Taslin Brance.

Vatz, recognizing his old friend, stepped forward and gave him a hug. It was an emotional thing that they would never forget.

"Vatz. Sawyer. Good to have you back. Now come on along. We'll bring you to our forward operating base. Come aboard."

They all came aboard the transport until it went up and away. The ride took almost an hour despite the engines firing up at full power. The two looked bored for a while until they saw a large sea platform which was really, large. Large, that it could fit, like, nine aircraft carriers in it. However, the base was not in the WIDE ocean, as the coasts were just like, two hours away.


The transport flew in, engines sputtering and rocket thrusters taking over, and without difficulty, set down on the base.

As they set down, some of the fighters sent out were seen speeding towards the base, slowing down and landing, allowing themselves to be caught by the arrester wire, while some landed vertically.

[Multonia]

Vatz stood out on the huge, metal deck of the platform they just landed on. On the inside, wide hangars, corridors, especially some docking bays for ships were the places that a normal sailor working here would commonly see. The roar of jet engines, the hissing of pumps, the groaning of the platform's engines made up the atmosphere inside and outside. In the docking bays, ships of the Multonian Navy were locked in place by large locks to keep them still so that they won't break free and away into the sea. Three large conning towers, four runways, four dozen helipads, two dozen hangars, fuel depots, arrays of satellite dishes and radars lined up the top of the platform, with the ZOC logo emblazoned on the hull.

This was no platform. It was a floating fortress. Floating mobile fortress. But for now, it was not moving.

[Newark Aristocracy]

Ready.

Deploy ze kill agent.

So memetic oof agents.

Ok.

*inbound to giant platform *

Balnj

[Multonia]

"All engines to full speed. Set course for enemy territory"
The engines grew louder. Within minutes, 7 billion zollars of advanced technology was underway.

[Multonia]

"All engines to full speed. Set course for enemy territory"
The engines grew louder. Within minutes, 7 billion zollars of advanced technology was underway.

OOC: What inspired me to make up a floating mobile fortress was the First Order's Supremacy from Star Wars The Last Jedi so.....yeah.

[RoyalistFrance]

Battle cruiser Jean Bart, a Bordeaux class Battle cruisers, leading a small task force has been seen engaging the last American super Battleships.
USS Michigan and USS New Jersey

Boom*
Cornwall sunk
Boom*
Louisburg sunk
Boom*
Admiral Allemande sunk

We're requesting assistance we have no air support
HOLY S.............

[RoyalistFrance]

--++ Official news reports++--

+---HFMS Jean Bart had been sunk---+

--Queen Mary-- today, come a horrible event, 200 French Sailors
Have lost there lives in the ensuing battle between the New Jersey and Michigan. I, the Queen of France, declare a formal letter of War against the American Empire. HFMS Liberation, HFMS Revolution, HFMS Admiral Magne, and HFMS France, and escort carriers, destroyers, Cruisers, and Amphibious landing ships, are now closing on Massachusetts, USA.

--++End of news

[RoyalistFrance]

Patriotic America, MODA MODA MODA MODA

[Patriotic America]

USS Langley too USTSC Hammer

Multonian Battleships sunk, landing is a go

After the attack, The 5th Terrain Guild charged into a heavily fortified beach, but USS New Jersey was in Vicinity and was able to bombard the Large pill boxes and Artillery guns, soon American Jackals destroyed a Hedgehog, now they can advance

7:59 am, Port Arthur
They still can't penetrate the defences, but they try anyway, they're able to destroy most of the Equipment of the Multonian Communication post, and advance into town,but there is a river, but no bridge, the captain says rest in the buildings

12:00 nn, Liaoning town
USS Langley sends Rocket bombers to flatten out Artillery and tanks to stop any possible Resistance by the Sino - Multonian force. Then, Truman 150 tanks come in and destroy AA guns that were spared from the bombers, then the American force, push to town hall, the battle of Liaoning town lasted 5 hrs until the Governor surrendered, and this concludes the

The Attack on Port Arthur

[Multonia]

Fortress command room, 1800 hours.

The main command center was packed with soldiers, pilots, and the elite military officers the United Republics ever had since the end of the First War. Either all or some of them were decorated with prestigious military honors for making significant marks in campaigns against the enemy.

Dameron, still dressed in his flight suit, stepped up to the large computer in the center of the room amongst murmurs.

"Alright. So what do we have on this Empire?"

"Sensors detected the origin of the naval armada that was sighted over 2 months ago. Drones spotted what seemed to be a large naval base with a huge array of fuel tanks, docking bays, and even a runway for an air defense squadron." The officer jabbed a button, and in came an image of what looked like a large, wide, fortress, deep within the Arctic ice, with indeed what the officer said. A burst of murmuring erupted.

"So this base looks to be the main base of operations for them so since their final defeat two decades earlier. It is unknown how they built it from scratch, with all those massive fuel tanks, and large reactors enough to power an entire city." another one said.

"Do we have anyone who knows the very weakness of this battle station?"

-"Let me take a look."
Long pause
"Wait, here. A thermal oscillator. The very heart of the base. But the main problem: it's heavily defended. Cannon emplacements are mounted on every point vulnerable to attack.

-" We're going to need an elite squadron fast enough to take out those emplacements."

"No." Dameron interrupted. "Our fighters have fast engines, right? So, the main plan, is to fly in a single file formation towards the oscillator, break up when we are close, and strike it. In simple terms, we get in our fighters, target the oscillator to make a chain reaction that could destroy the fortress, then get out. Job done. Anyone with me?"

Cheers erupted.

"Alright" Dameron said, clapping his hands. "Let's get to work."

[Multonia]

All the entire hangar bays were bustling with activity as maintenance crews rushed to arm the jets for the primary objective of striking at the enemy base. Dameron's modified fighter was equipped with rocket pods equipped with incendiary rockets which can penetrate and ignite fuel tanks. Others, were still undergoing refueling procedures right before they would begin attaching missiles and other explosive ordnance on the plane's bellies.

[Pilipinas and Malaya]

Singapore, Pilipinas and Malaya
DFI Singapore HQ
5:13 A.M.

---

Foreign Affairs Minister Sarah Tan just arrived at the sleek, elegant front of the Directorate of Federal Intelligence HQ in Singapore. It was fronted by a sculpture on a fountain that is the definition of Pilipinas and Malaya, where they mixed in symbols from the cultures in Pilipinas and Malaya and incorporated it in the sculpture to form that definition. Inscriptions were in Baybayin, Chinese and in Malay. It wasthe center center of a somewhat tranquil park with mini gardens heavily inspired by the Zen gardens of Japan and the forests and plants the Filipinos and Malayans cherished so much.

She stared for a while at the sky, which was mostly black but there was some streaks of pink and blue coloring it.

All of that was just to hide the true chaos inside the building. Multiple task forces worked day and night working leads and cases that piqued the government’s interest but officially none of those existed. They cooperated with the multiple intelligence agencies Pilipinas and Malaya had, sharing intel from both domestic and international targets.

Sarah entered the lobby. It had a mini fountain and elegant marble tiling. Benches with cushions were all over the place. Coffee tables and shelves filled to the brim with some of the latest newspapers and magazines or the books known to be popular within the international intelligence community were inside. People idled here during their off-times.

She nodded towards the receptionist and began paaing through the security checkpoints.

Nothing irregular happened, so she grabbed her stuff, took out her ID and tapped it onto an elevator which would give them access to Basement 3, which was the ops center. It was cleared of anyone who didn’t have the proper security clearance for the Patriotic America Task Force.

She stepped in with her small detachment of guards.

After a while, she got off on Basement 3. She veered off onto the left hallway and began casually walking to the ops center.

Manila Pilipinas and Malaya
Malacañang Palace Operation Center
5:17

---

Defense Minister Simon Layaoen checked his watch when he heard something coming from the video feed. The room was noisy with the chatter of all the involved personnel. He notified the PM of Ms. Tan’s presence in the Ops Center.

The PM called for silence. He looked at the TV. He greeted Ms. Tan and she returned the greeting.

“Good morning, Mr. Soliman!” Ms. Tan in her best cheery voice, greeted the PM.

“Unfortunately, as you know of the SIGINT and ELINT reports and from a level of coordination from the leaders of Multonia and Utopia Nirvana, a certain unspecified valley within China is going to be attacked.” PM Soliman, slightly irate given the situation, responded.

“We have reports that signify that perhaps the Yellow River Basin or Beijing and the surrounding areas could be the target. Both are one of the key centers of China. Some have said that there is an attack on Port Arthur in Northern China, in the Liaodong Peninsula’s southern tip. This could probably be their staging point. We’ve observed that the Chinese garrisons in the area have been more heavily guarded and more naval units are sent to defend the area around Beijing, which is exposed to the bay.” Simon stated.

“I assume that the Chinese government has kept hush-hush about the situation?” Sarah queried.

“Yes, but the news is beginning to pick up speed. Sooner, they’ll have to reveal the situation and shatter the myth of Chinese invincibility.” Dina Reotutar sighed.

“Ms. Tan, you’ll have presscons in the Istana at 8:00. After that, you’ll be hopping on a plane to the Multonian capital to discuss options about intelligence and what to do from the damage caused by the earlier Multonia-America War. I’ve arranged for a meet with the leaders of both Utopia Nirvana and Multonia, just in case you’re wondering.” PM Soliman declared.

“Why not China?” Sarah asked.

“They’re still keeping it under wraps, therefore, they’re still hesitant to share information.” Dina replied.

“Okay, let’s continue this at 8:30.” Soliman ordered.

More stuff to prepare, Simon thought.

[Multonia]

"All units are present and accounted for. Launch them out." the base commander ordered as fighter planes fully armed taxied to the floating fortress's two main runways and lined up for takeoff.
One stealth fighter taxied to the very back of the runway, powered up its engines and began its run until it blasted away into the sky. As time progressed, the lines grew shorter until Dameron was the only one left.

"Commander Dameron, you are cleared for takeoff."
Dameron pushed forward the throttle, keeping an eye on his speed as he barreled down the fortress runway marked by a single line of lights, then looking at his current armament, yanking the stick upwards as he pulled into a 25 degree angle, pulling up his gear then making a barrel roll right before joining his squadron.

"Set course for Antarctica. Let's punch it."

[RoyalistFrance]

Multonia
Can I rendezvous with your fleet, My fleet is still in the Atlantic and my Pacific fleet is a bunch of older warships

Pacific fleet

1 Strasbourg class
10 Mine sweepers
2 Corvettes
3 Light Cruisers

French task force

4 France class
3 Large cruisers
2 Escort Carriers
5 Heavy Cruiser
6 Frigates
12 Amphibious landing ships

Or can anyone rendezvous, because Yeah, I need escorts

[Multonia]

Multonia
Can I rendezvous with your fleet, My fleet is still in the Atlantic and my Pacific fleet is a bunch of older warships

Pacific fleet

1 Strasbourg class
10 Mine sweepers
2 Corvettes
3 Light Cruisers

French task force

4 France class
3 Large cruisers
2 Escort Carriers
5 Heavy Cruiser
6 Frigates
12 Amphibious landing ships

Or can anyone rendezvous, because Yeah, I need escorts

Not yet, we're still up.

[Multonia]

The command center was monitoring the squadrons in their flight towards Antarctica.
As of now, the squadrons were bursting through the clouds and were just four minutes away from the continent.

"Command to all units. Be advised, there are enemy defense systems that are active and will open fire upon any threat detected upon entry into hostile airspace. Watch your flanks. We also have reports of enemy fighters coming in. Prepare for the worst. Out."

Dameron scanned the skies for any possible blips of light speeding towards them. None yet. Like what he heard, they all get ready for the inevitable. All of the squadrons were lined up in a tight V formation, while some out of the fighter swarm were scattered all across.

The big moment came. Command burst into their radios after a while. "All aircraft, you are now one klick away from perimeter defense. Break formation and commence the attack."

"Copy that." Dameron replied. "Stallion, Gold, and Tango flights, on me."
In an instance the squadrons dropped altitude and dove right below the clouds, soon filing up in one line of aircraft. The white surface of Antarctica was then visible on their head-up displays.

With a turn of his aircraft, all the others responded by turning in the same direction, as in all 47 aircraft were flying above the ice-cold terrain. Upon navigating a small mountain range, they would see, in a matter of minutes, the enemy fortress.

"Almost in range. Hit the target dead center with as many runs as you can get!"
-"Approaching target"
"Mənim rəhbərliyimi izləyin!"

[Pilipinas and Malaya]

OOC: Do you accept the invitation, Multonia?

[Multonia]

OOC: Do you accept the invitation, Multonia?

I give you the green light. We're go.

[Multonia]

"Bombs away, bombs away."
That was the first order of Dameron as all aircraft let loose a volley of unguided rockets towards the main base despite anti air resistance. All planes dove like falcons diving in on their prey at the same time.
The rockets struck the target, making a series of explosions that erupted across the base's surface. They all pulled up at once

"Stallion 1-2 reports a direct hit."
-"Yeah but with minimal damage."

"So let's keep hitting it. Another bombing run." Dameron replied, performing an Immelman turn for another attack.
"Bandits incoming! 5-o'clock high!"

Dameron looked around until he spotted a large group of black dots tainting the sky. Stealth fighters. Considered to be the deadliest in the PA's air arsenal. Dameron had faced them before in the times of cold war, but now as he knew it, he's facing them again.
Guys, we have a lot of company!!!!!


*air battle begins*