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Pan-Asiatic States
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Postby Pan-Asiatic States » Sat Jun 08, 2019 8:05 am

Skyhooked City
The intense Kafairian artillery killed hundreds within moments, primarily disturbing immediate defenses such as pillboxes and tank-traps. The capital received a moderate amount of infrastructure damage as well, bridges were crippled and civilians were mercilessly slaughtered. Thus began a second frontier mounted by the Kafairian army.

The Naval Bombers deployed from the capital could only do so much to prevent this catastrophe, five of them had already downed from the relentless Anti-Air guns of the Kafairian battleships. One of those casualties had been of an airwoman by the name of Yoshikuni Urena, who, with a crippled right wing and a failing engine, shoved herself into the bridge of one of the enemy battleships--the first Kamikaze attack performed by any Asian aerial soldier since the end of the Pacific Wars. She would surely receive a medal posthumously when all of this was over.

But to be fair, they neither intended to nor could cripple the Kafairian fleet alone, their operation had been to damage them as much as possible. That they did.

The base of operations itself was literally dug-in, reinforced with mono-block walls hours before the initial enemy landings. Surviving personnel were evacuated, as most important personalities survived the attack by shielding themselves with their Daimyo armor. These top-priority personnel included the commander of all Pan-Asiatic intervention forces himself, Commissariat General Dindo "Tanda" Macapugay, and so long as he was alive and kicking, there was hope for victory.

However, several intelligence officers were killed by falling debris, and the Commissariat General's own personal Katalonan, Kt. Romero Liu, caught a piece of dislodged metal to his spine, instantly killing him. His post was taken by III Corps' Katalonan, Tao He: and her first communication to the whole Pan-Asiatic intervention-army was an order straight from the Commissariat General's desk itself. They were to recover, recuperate losses, and prepare for a Kafairian onslaught.


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As the victorious Kafairian punch into the Skyhookedian mainland began to transform into a total forward-thrust to be executed by Kafairian infantrymen seeking to march right into the Pan-Asiatic base of operations, hidden on rocky cliffs lay furious artillerymen who had seen the Kafairians decimate their fellow Asians with the push of a button. They awaited for the Kafairians to fall into their AO, snickering as the Kafairian vessels formed their ranks into a different direction.

In that brief moment of clustering that any fleet often must make upon plotting a new course, the artillerymen took their chance. Ballistics specialists and Babaylan technical specialists of the 32nd Korean Echelon "Han Chiu" Field Artillery Division marked enemy ships with a red streak of light visible only to the operators. The moment had come for them to strike.

Veiled by thick green and possessing the height advantage, the 32nd let-loose the infamous Object 1779s. Hadron canons focused their aim on the bridges of the Kafairian vessels. Each power cell was loaded with the intent to take revenge and to stop the inhumane aggression of the crusader forces. Each power cell represented the equal ruthlessness of the Pan-Asiatic revolution to oppressors and imperialists. The 32nd fired from all directions, causing chaos within the enemy's naval ranks.

But while Kafairian vessels focused on an effort to fire-back at the hidden canons, they disregarded threats emerging from below their iron flotillas. The Pan-Asiatic intervention forces were not strong on the Naval branch, which could not spare many ships due to demands for defense in the Pacific and deployments elsewhere, they nonetheless could spare the P.A.S Type SSN-213C Sebastian-Class Submarine Vishuddha and P.A.S Type SSN-213D Sebastian-Class Submarine Muladhara. The two were equipped with advanced stealth technology.

As the Vishuddha closed in to the enemy positions alongside the Muladhara, its captain, Tang Sung-Chul, to the beat of Hadron rounds being fired in the distance, could not help but utter one last remark before radio communications fell silent.

They are learning to fear the noise of our artillery. Now, they shall learn to fear the silence of our submarines.


From the depths, torpedoes were launched at an untraceable speed. Whilst the Pan-Asiatic naval contingent did not have the numbers or armament as advanced as the Kafairians possessed, they did have the tactics and firepower to equal them. The Vishuddha and Muladhara could carry and fire a spontaneous amount of underwater torpedoes consecutively and in great numbers at a time.

But the artillerymen on the cliffs did not hear the launching of those several torpedoes all at once.

They heard only the sudden shock and screams of Kafairian sailors atop their decks.
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Postby Uvoan » Sat Jun 08, 2019 8:52 am

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Chernograd Governmental Complex, Black Wing
Dmitri Rasputin's Office

Rasputin stared at the screen. He was just as perplexed as Guskov had been - why would Kafair risk compromising Uvoanian neutrality in this conflict? Had there been a falling-out of some sort? He picked up a small, angular object, a black rectangle no thicker than a few millimeters. Holding the wafer up to his ear, he waited for its edges to light up before speaking.

"Eduard? Take note - Kafair is taking hostile action against Uvoan. We've confirmed boarding, and they seem to have kidnapped a senior officer. Notify the commissars stationed in both parties - see if we can scrounge up some information pertaining to why this happened."

He placed the device back down, and tapped his fingers on the desk. Well. There was one other avenue of inquiry he could follow.

Returning to the screen, he tapped into the communications menu. Selecting one very particular mobile transmission unit, he entered "dial". And waited.

Somewhere in Uvoan, a tablet started ringing.


Expolian Military Harbor, Zkto's Office
19/6/8


Zkto' jolted up, inside his office overlooking the Expolian Shipyards. Flipping the tablet over to accept the message. He had been expecting a call- Not from Rasputin, but from Calder... He supposed Calder would have to wait now. His orders might change depending on what this call was, afterall. He set the tablet up, and accepted the message.

Rasputin was greeted by a scene entirely unlike Uvoan- Modern entrapments filled his vision, a computer humming next to the tablet. A window with heavy blast-shutters half open sat behind the old form of Zkto', revealing a massive, bustling shipyard... And a city the opposite of Expolia. It almost looked like something out of the near future... Modern sky-scrapers filled the window, expect for the bustling port just visible through the window. Ticonderogas, Arleigh Burkes, and a few hard to identify submarines all docked.

And so did the sight of the ships in dry-dock, clearly visible through the window, overlooking the city. Two battleships, four air-craft carriers. One battleship was literally sliding down a spill-way as Zkto' accepted the call, cheers reaching up into the office. "Hello, Rasputin... Is there a particular reason I am being called? I did not expect another one so soon." Zkto' asked, as he snapped his fingers. The blast-shutters behind him sealing shut, cutting the view off of the harbor, and the fleet behind formed, behind Zkto'.




Kafair wrote:el-Javid sent off a message to Zkto'.

"Adama has wronged us. He has tricked us and betrayed our trust. We have him captive. If you wish him back, send a small craft to land on the aircraft carrier Blade, and you may have him all to yourselves"




Voroan, Foreign Ministry, Outer Ring
A junior officer stared at the message printed off. Ordering the machine to run it again, as he started to stand. "Sir! I've got a message here!"

"Yes, Junior?" The senior officer called. "You're acting of-... Ah kazzt...! Junior! Take two copies- I want one to Zakkin, and one to Zkto'!" He barked, as the communications room erupted into chaos.

"But sir- They're both in Expolia! It'll take hours for the message to reach the-"

"Just do it! Call the coordination center, we need a sprinter to get this to Central, and then get me the railroads! We'll need an Ocean class to get this to expolia, within 3!"

"Aye aye sir!" The bunker was suddenly a whirrling dance of chaos, papers flying, workers rushing about. A courier taking delivery of the two copies, and then rushing off towards Central Station.

It would take the courier 23 minutes to arrive- It would take the railroad 38 minutes to organize the route, locomotive, and get permission from the Military to send a train into Expolia. The journey would take 2 hours, 45 minutes, not accounting for any unforeseen delays.

The Senior Officer prayed to Uvan, the God of Peace, high above. He knew the next few hours would be critical in Uvoanian history- But history would not remember his name. They would remember the name of the Junior who had retrieved it... And the Senior was ashamed to admit, even he didn't know that. History wouldn't remember his name, but they would remember his orders. His actions.

The Senior could only pray he had made the right call.

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Postby The Chuck » Sat Jun 08, 2019 9:15 am

Skyhooked Territory - Trinidad & Tobago - Order of Saint Barbara Expeditionary Force (O.S.T.B.E.) - Dawn

As the citizens and Skyhooked soldiers on the island of Trinidad & Tobago woke up, they were greeted with a troubling view. Stretched across the eastern horizon was a large naval contingent of the O.S.T.B.E. At 8:00, the shore bombardment began. Missiles flashed out of their V.L.S. cells, naval pieces opened fire, and multi-role jets took off from the Amphibious Assault Ships and Aircraft carrier to deliver their payloads against the small island.

  • 1 Blue Ridge-Class Amphibious Command Ship - 268 Officers, 1,173 Enlisted, 1,441 Total Complement
  • 10 Wasp-Class Amphibious Assault Ships - 1,871 Marines per, 1,070 crew per, 29,410 Total Complement
  • 3 Iwo Jima-Class Amphibious Helicopter Ship - 2,157 Marines per, 667 crew per, 8,472 Total Complement
  • 20 Whidbey Island-Class Dock Landing Ship - 504 Marines per, 380 crew per, 17,680 Total Complement
  • 18 Arleigh Burke-Class Guided Missile Destroyer - 276 crew per, 4,968 Total Complement
  • 6 Ticonderoga-class Guided Missile Cruiser - 330 crew per, 1,980 Total Complement
  • 1 Gerald R. Ford Aircraft Carrier - 2,700 Total Complement
  • 52 Cyclone-Class Patrol Ship - 28 crew per, 1,456 Total Complement
  • 40 Supply-Class Fast Combat Support Ship - 221 crew per, 8,840 Total Complement
  • 80 Swift Combat Craft - Estimated crew per 27 - Estimated Total Compliment 2,160
  • Total Crew and Marines - 79,107
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Yegla Islands
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Postby Yegla Islands » Sat Jun 08, 2019 9:20 am

Chernograd Governmental Complex, Black Wing
Dmitri Rasputin's Office

Rasputin watched the image resolve itself. He managed to catch a glimpse of the assembled warships beyond the window - making a mental note to replay the video footage frame by frame, he turned his attention to Zkto'.

"Greetings. Again, I must apologize for the impromptu call - an unfortunate necessity of these turbulent times."

He steepled his fingers.

"There is a matter i must urgently bring to your attention, however. Around half an hour ago, our Domovoi assets captured some rather... concerning footage. I understand that Adama may not have been the most trustworthy officer under your command, but I seriously doubt that you orchestrated any of this."

Tapping the screen, he sent over the video footage of the raid. Now Zkto's screen showcased Adama's kidnapping, in pixel-perfect resolution. The room was silent as the video played. After it finished, Rasputin cleared his throat.

"We've identified the strike team as belonging to Kafair. We've also identified the vessel on which Adama is being held."

He awaited a response.
     

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Postby Uvoan » Sat Jun 08, 2019 9:29 am

Yegla Islands wrote:Chernograd Governmental Complex, Black Wing
Dmitri Rasputin's Office

Rasputin watched the image resolve itself. He managed to catch a glimpse of the assembled warships beyond the window - making a mental note to replay the video footage frame by frame, he turned his attention to Zkto'.

"Greetings. Again, I must apologize for the impromptu call - an unfortunate necessity of these turbulent times."

He steepled his fingers.

"There is a matter i must urgently bring to your attention, however. Around half an hour ago, our Domovoi assets captured some rather... concerning footage. I understand that Adama may not have been the most trustworthy officer under your command, but I seriously doubt that you orchestrated any of this."

Tapping the screen, he sent over the video footage of the raid. Now Zkto's screen showcased Adama's kidnapping, in pixel-perfect resolution. The room was silent as the video played. After it finished, Rasputin cleared his throat.

"We've identified the strike team as belonging to Kafair. We've also identified the vessel on which Adama is being held."

He awaited a response.


"... Adama may be a political mastermind, yet there is little reason for me to remove him from the game permanently..."

Zkto is clearly rather angry after viewing the footage.

"Those little errkas! If they didn't have support from Rapture, I would roll the fleet out myse-..." Zkto pauses, to take a calming breath. The cool facade of an experienced leader returning. "Rasputin, I do have a favor to ask. My own fleet is not in position to deal with them, just yet, and Adama has clearly gotten himself immersed into something well beyond his control. I would be in your debt if you could... Relieve the Kafairians of him. Before Zakkin discovers this, so I can have time to play this situation to my liking."

Zkto' pauses, as he makes a mental note to himself. Zkto' should ask the Chancellor too... Overlook a small incident. Zkto' knew Adama had planned something- And that he had been likely to run. Be damn all the politics, Adama was still his oldest friend. And someone would pay in fleets for this.

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Postby Yegla Islands » Sat Jun 08, 2019 9:48 am

Uvoan wrote:"... Adama may be a political mastermind, yet there is little reason for me to remove him from the game permanently..."

Zkto is clearly rather angry after viewing the footage.

"Those little errkas! If they didn't have support from Rapture, I would roll the fleet out myse-..." Zkto pauses, to take a calming breath. The cool facade of an experienced leader returning. "Rasputin, I do have a favor to ask. My own fleet is not in position to deal with them, just yet, and Adama has clearly gotten himself immersed into something well beyond his control. I would be in your debt if you could... Relieve the Kafairians of him. Before Zakkin discovers this, so I can have time to play this situation to my liking."

Zkto' pauses, as he makes a mental note to himself. Zkto' should ask the Chancellor too... Overlook a small incident. Zkto' knew Adama had planned something- And that he had been likely to run. Be damn all the politics, Adama was still his oldest friend. And someone would pay in fleets for this.


Rasputin cocked his head.

"So what you're saying is that you want me to potentially endanger my current assets, and redirect forces towards the liberation of your traitorous little officer?"

He smiled. It was not a humorless smile, but the humor in question was of a dark sort.

"I do enjoy a challenge. And I think I might be cognizant of a novel method of rescue. A convenient opportunity for a test, I suppose."

He thought for a moment.

"How is your ruler elect going to react? His temperament is markedly apart from yours."
     

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Postby Uvoan » Sat Jun 08, 2019 10:02 am

Yegla Islands wrote:
Uvoan wrote:"... Adama may be a political mastermind, yet there is little reason for me to remove him from the game permanently..."

Zkto is clearly rather angry after viewing the footage.

"Those little errkas! If they didn't have support from Rapture, I would roll the fleet out myse-..." Zkto pauses, to take a calming breath. The cool facade of an experienced leader returning. "Rasputin, I do have a favor to ask. My own fleet is not in position to deal with them, just yet, and Adama has clearly gotten himself immersed into something well beyond his control. I would be in your debt if you could... Relieve the Kafairians of him. Before Zakkin discovers this, so I can have time to play this situation to my liking."

Zkto' pauses, as he makes a mental note to himself. Zkto' should ask the Chancellor too... Overlook a small incident. Zkto' knew Adama had planned something- And that he had been likely to run. Be damn all the politics, Adama was still his oldest friend. And someone would pay in fleets for this.


Rasputin cocked his head.

"So what you're saying is that you want me to potentially endanger my current assets, and redirect forces towards the liberation of your traitorous little officer?"

He smiled. It was not a humorless smile, but the humor in question was of a dark sort.

"I do enjoy a challenge. And I think I might be cognizant of a novel method of rescue. A convenient opportunity for a test, I suppose."

He thought for a moment.

"How is your ruler elect going to react? His temperament is markedly apart from yours."


“.. I suppose the request was a bit rash, but I thank you, Rasputin.”

Zkto pauses to consider his next words. Weighing Zakkin against himself...

“This will be his call for an all-out war. Zakkin has been searching for a Casus, and this will become his driving point. And I, for one, am inclined to almost join that push... If it weren’t for a few other sectors that Kafair is aligned with.... By Kvona, this is a mess of intrigue, isn’t it?” Zkto’ chuckles.

He reaches over to a keyboard, and types out a few orders...



Deck of the Battlecruiser Zkto’ Zovban, Caribbean Sea
“Sir- Sir!?” The Junior Officer sprinted into the broken open door. “... Kazzt!” He swore, sprinting out. He rushed into the bridge, shouting. “Adama is gone- Someone radio command! I think he’s been kidnapped!”

The bridge erupted into chaos. Radio messages flying between fleets, as eyes turned to look at their neighboring fleets... But the Junior had a gut feeing. A very bad gut feeling. He looked over to the Kafairian fleet, and murmured a prayer.

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Postby Veise » Sat Jun 08, 2019 10:42 am

The trip from Columbia was a short one. The soldiers of Veise and their equipment simply loaded up into those unassuming commercial ships, and next thing they new they were heading into battle on Azure Beach. Swiftly escorted by those associates of that Chuckian company, under the cover of the fleets of Kafair and so on, they arrived unmolested. It helped that Veise had made exactly zero public mention of getting involved, so their arrival should come as a surprise to the soldiers of Skyhooked.

They'd need some time to unload. The forces of the Heavy Infantry (Under PPC's control) marched on the join the lines of the Knights Mare Nostrum. It was left up to the Heavy Infantry's officers as to where the artillery and whatnot would be positioned, and the Royal Engineers were sent to stay on standby to assist the Knights in demolition and construction services.The Air Corps were split up into large, dense formations, with each formation being sent off to points of stalemate, and the Yageurs joined the front-lines for urban and wilderness combat.

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Postby Democratic Exodian Territories » Sat Jun 08, 2019 11:36 am

Skyhookedian Northern Coast, the ESS Buckingham

A good man never lets another to drown.

Olison almost could only stare at the destruction of the Kafairian fleet as the Pan-Asiatic contingency pounded them into waste.

He couldn't break the rules of engagement- he'd set the communists on himself, strain his fleet further, even put the mainland or Skyhookedian personnel at risk.

But he'd been the one to instruct them to fight the barbaric Pan-Asians. He'd been the one who gave them intelligence, to prod them further in a grandiose quest.
He'd been the one to set the rabid wolves on them.

Was there time to reverse his actions?
Was there time for forgiveness?

"Captain."
"Sir?"
"Systems detect large bursts of energy on the cliffs. Turn railguns to face the the sons of whores right now."
Before Contina could question the order or protest, Commodore Olison snatched up an inter-system radio on the bridge.

"I want every weapon in this fleet on standby for aiming procedure. Additionally, send patrol craft, lifeboats, and any helicopters or suitable aerial craft to help evacuate the Kafairians off their ships and onto ours. ESS Vanguard II, you are authorized and ordered to start Phase 1 and 2 of cruise missile firing. Spader and Nevva, ready long-range torpedoes for firing. I want Metal Gears on standby and 12 of our APMS submarines prepared for a strike run."

The Exodian fleet churned its gears once more, as utility helicopters from the destroyers Emma Grand and the Cresta lifted off for a rescue operation, while patrol boats and lifeboats from the rest of the surface fleet did the same. At the same time, several APMS midget submarines, outfitted with supercaptivating torpedoes, engaged thrusters to avenge what they could.

Azure Beach, Skyhooked

Their time had come.

The Exodian tracked armor plunged deep into KMN lines from their uncovered rear flanks, as the tank crews took advantage of the Knights' focus on the Skyhookedians and Pan-Asians to run over as many infantrymen and cavalry as they could, all the while blazing fire from their pintle-mounted machine guns and plasmacasters, hull-mounted 150mm smoothbore buckshot-loaded support guns. Seeing the Reinhardt mechas on the front lines, the Provocateurs wasted no time, their 120mm rifled main guns swiveling and blasting HEAT-headed shells towards them.

From the air, the XF-45 Jericho and Harrier III VTOL fighters engaged the Hercules fighters directly, letting loose streams of autocannon fire amidst aerobatic maneuvers, some breaking away to drop their white-phosphorus cluster munitions onto KMN lines when they could.

Panama Canal, Gatun Locks

"What the fuck are we supposed to bloody do now?"
"We can talk about this later, Lieutenant. You're doing fine. Just let them through- I don't think we have any other choice in the matter at this point.

Pealty returned to his radio at the bridge, audibly sighing through the microphone.

"MV Northern Star, you are cleared to pass, goddammit. Just don't do anything stupid out there that would warrant our attention."
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Postby Yegla Islands » Sun Jun 09, 2019 10:37 am

YIV Nesokrushimiy
Bridge

"Sir, we've confirmed mobilization of the Exodian fleet! They've just trained a large number of naval armaments in the direction of the Pan-Asiatic forces, and we can verify the deployment of aerial and submersible assets!"

Guskov paled.

"Cукин сын, what are these idiots doing? Are they really going to breach rules of engagement over Kafair's failed attack?"

He shook his head, and composed himself.

"Transmit the following to both command and the rest of the fleet: Exodia is at risk of breaching rules of engagement. In accordance with wartime protocols, a full mobilization order is in effect, with accompanying variations in targeting parameters."

He thought for a moment.

"In addition, sub-initiative Firestorm-Auger is to proceed ahead of schedule. Signal the selected personnel to begin final preparations - I want deployment in ten minutes, maximum."




YIV Nesokrushimiy
Lower Decks

Power lines crackled as capacitor after capacitor was charged. A few mechanics clambered about, checking and double-checking for faults and mis-wirings. Gunners idled at their consoles, as new orders for re-targeting were received, and new vessels were locked onto. The ship, like the rest of the fleet, was preparing for combat.




YIV Benedictus
Approximately 100 Nautical Miles behind the furthest Yeglan fleet group

The massive Bephlegor-class vessel surfaced, but did so near-silently. Its outline was barely perceptible from further than a few metres away, and no satellite imaging or radar detection could possibly get a bead on it - four of the five Gorynich arrays on its upper deck pulsed in tandem, giving a hint as to why this was. The fifth, pointed due East, remained idle for now. Escort ships circled a few dozen metres below the surface, ready to retaliate against any possible attack.




YIV Irlandia
Just outside the Serpent's Teeth

The Irlandia was far smaller than the Benedictus, and yet they shared one similarity - the Gorynich arrays mounted on their decks. Pointed, as it happened, directly at each other, over thousands of kilometers of ocean. Now, they both lit up with a faint yellow light, and the long strip of water between the two vessels became... slightly different. Not much else was apparent at this moment, and further developments awaited.

Behind the Irlandia, a convoy of shadowy shapes idled.




YMV Upir-M21
Around 1 nautical mile away from the Leviathan

This submarine was special. The Upir was never an imposing craft - more of a stealth-scout than anything. Its torpedoes were meant for ambush attacks, and last-ditch defensive maneuvers. This one had been overhauled quite extensively - all armaments had been sacrificed for the purposes of stealth, and an expanded interior. The tiny craft, designed for two, could now comfortably hold around six, and its specialized thaumoelectric propulsion and concealment systems could get these six past even the most intensive sonar screenings without revealing their presence. Now, it carried five men on a very special mission. And these were no ordinary men, by any means. Their target was the Leviathan.

Slowly, they drifted towards the hulking vessel, and awaited the signal.




YIV Nesokrushimiy
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The hold had been cleared of most supplies, in preparation for this event. Now, seven men sat in a semicircle in its centre. They were naked above the waist, and had electrodes applied to various points around their upper bodies and heads. These electrodes trailed wires, all the way to a large and complex machine that seemed to have been jury-rigged together out of a computer terminal and a vaguely cannon-esque device. A few engineers stood watch, along with a rather imposing man in full combat fatigues. Adorning his lapel were the golden insignia of CARDINAL, Yegla Islands' elite thaumic unit. A small nameplate identified him as "Isidor Koshkin". He picked up a small receiver, and spoke calmly into it.

"Let the Admiral know we're ready when he is."
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Postby Veise » Sun Jun 09, 2019 2:17 pm

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It was a testament to the power of the Knights that they were still pushing so hard when they were somewhat outnumbered by the enemy. But when the Veiser Expeditionary Force, or the Veiser Expeditionstrupe as it was in Veiser language, arrived to the field, the balance of the battle was suddenly jostled as the Knights' side gained a 2 to 1 numerical advantage over the enemy. This was made evident as a drizzle of purple bullets marked the arrival of the first Veiser companies, which quickly built up into a ferocious downpour of fire from Veise's distinct direct energy weaponry. That wasn't to say Veise wasn't fielding anything else, as the Heavy Infantry (see PPC's upcoming post) brought all sorts of other nasty equipment.

The single, full division of Yageurs joined the battle with expert combat in both rugged terrain and the rural. The snipers of Skyhooked met their match as the rural-born snipers of the Yageur Division, many of which were former hunters and whatnot, returned fire with great gusto. Most of the division were swift, high-quality light infantry who attempted to immediately push in a sunburst-like manner which would condense the enemy lines into killzones, ripe for the Heavy Infantry's brutal artillery fire which would come soon. In the meanwhile, the Royal Engineers scurried and put up fortifications: pillboxes, walls, et cetera; anything in the book that worked, building up to match the fortifications of the forces of the Pan-Asiatic States.

The Air Corps sent their first attack. A platoon, or a few squadrons of flying soldiers, roared into the thickest instance of battle between armor, cruising chiefly above the air at 100 mph. They preferred to target mechs with hit and runs, flying in with a wily manner that made it difficult for local weaponry to spot them and hit them, and would come flying in and let their payloads of destructive wrath, appearing like purple lightning but striking a lot more like a mighty cannon, likely decimating the machine. Only the elite would go for tanks, though, like a certain low-ranking nobleman.

Pascal Chageroix spotted a distant Exodian tank and went soaring in. The super elite soldier was much, much faster than any of his kin, generally cruising at a roaring 200 mph, and his maneuvers tended to make him comparable to a jet airliner for brief split-seconds, not that it seemed to affect his body any, so much so that whatever the tank responded with was likely ineffective against him. He guessed the underside of the tank would be its weak spot, and would be the only Veiser flying soldier ballsy and skilled enough to do what he did. He launched himself underneath the tank and aimed his guns behind him, firing the lightning bolts into the underside of the tank without getting caught in the blast, and then rocketed off. His squad had scattered beforehand and flew in to disable the tank's weapons.

Pascal's peers, even as elite as they were, would not try what he tried. Standard dissection procedures for a tank was that the squad leader would attack the driver's hatch, the squad's two designated flankers would attack the treads, and the squad's two designated centers would attack the tank's visible weaponry, and that was what occurred. A single squad could take up to three tanks, assuming all three attacks were successful, until they had to flee the battlefield and resupply, and more than one casualty was an instantaneous retreat.
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Postby TURTLESHROOM II » Sun Jun 09, 2019 2:41 pm

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GREAT BOUNTIFUL EMPIRE OF THE UNITED TURTLES, MUSHROOMS, AND MEN OF TURTLESHROOM
PRIVATE SECTOR - PAROCHIAL
CARDINAL-PRIMATE JASON ICFELLA

TO THE NOBLE KNIGHTS OF THE MARE NOSTRUM, AND IN THEIR CAPACITY AS A STATE:
TO THE KNIGHTS OF THE MARE NOSTRUM
TO THE NOSTRUMITE BRANCH OF THE KNIGHTS OF THE POOR FELLOW-SOLDIERS OF CHRIST OF THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON
TO THE NOSTRUMITE BRANCH OF THE KNIGHTS OF THE SOVEREIGN MILITARY-HOSPITALLER ORDER OF SAINT JOHN, JERUSALEM, RHODES, AND MALTA


NOBLE SOLDIERS OF THE CROSS:

Blessings be upon you. Knowledge of your great Crusade to the anarchic Skyhooked Minarchy and the call to all Catholic Christendom only reached TurtleShroom three days ago, during which, after fervent prayer and meditation on the word of God, I feel that the Holy Spirit has laid upon my heart to visit your holy orders and spend time in prayer, fasting, and discussions, both religious and secular, on the roles your fellow Brothers and Sisters In Christ in this war.

The potential for innocence among the Hookmen is also on top of my agenda. As a man of the Church and fellow servant of God, I wish to compare notes and intelligence concerning the Knights' understanding of the tragic assassination of Antipope Francis in order to frame a fuller picture that determines what we know about the depraved terrorists that committed this forsaken deed.

If evidence of Skyhooked's guilt arises or is produced, I, in my capacity as Cardinal-Primate and chief clergyman of the TurtleShroomer Rite, can commit the full resources, wealth, and zeal of your Catholic brothers and sisters in Christ to service in this great Crusade. TurtleShroom is an overwhelmingly Christian nation with deep ecumenicalism, and I know that Christians of lesser and splinter denominations hurt whenever and whereever the Body of Christ hurts.

I have arranged for safe passage to the region through venerable merchantmen in the vicinity of the region. I am eager to meet you and discuss with you the matters of the Crusade. I hope, God willing, that if Skyhooked is responsible for these acts, that we can brainstorm a plea to the Great Bountiful Empire of TurtleShroom to join this Crusade. Right now, the Crown is weary of new belligerencies after the end of the nearly five-year Civil War, but a bona fide Crusade will be of utmost importance.

I am eager to make your arrival and acquaintance May God be with you and protect you in these violent times. By the time you have received this correspondance, I should have arrived in Chuck and will be continuing my journey after being cleared.


May God bless you and your upright soldiers,
-HIS EMINENCE, CARDINAL-PRIMATE JASON ICFELLA, PRESIDING CARDINAL OVER ALL TURTLESHROOMIAN CATHOLIC CHRISTENDOM, PRIMATE OF TURTLESHROOM

P.S.: By "merchantmen", I don't mean the ship.

P.S.S.: Unless and until the Holy Reverend intervenes directly, the Vicar of Christ has allowed me a large degree of autocephaly, thereby meaning that I can grant an endorsement of a Crusade if the Holy Spirit so leads me in absence of Papal permission.







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TO THE APPLICABLE, ESTEEMED MERCHANTS OF CHUCK'S ARMED REPUBLIC AND TO THE APPLICABLE TRAVEL AGENTS OF THE INDEPENDENT AVIATION CONSULTANTS:

Gentlemen:

Peace be with you.

As we have discussed over the past two days, the TurtleShroomer Rite of the Catholic Church has successfully finalized negotiations for round-trip travel from your territories to a safe location where I can interface with the Knights of the Order of the Mare Nostrum.

Prior to the arrival of this letter, you should have received your one hundred thousand Skillet ($25000 USD) transaction from the holy Church previously negotiated as a charity expense for my travel to the region. As you know, this will cover a low economy class flight to the agreed on coordinates through the enterprises of the Independent Aviation Consultants. The Knights of the Order of the Mare Nostrum have already been informed of my arrival.

I am honored to do business with you.

Regards,
-HIS EMINENCE, CARDINAL-PRIMATE JASON ICFELLA, PRESIDING CARDINAL OVER ALL TURTLESHROOMIAN CATHOLIC CHRISTENDOM, PRIMATE OF TURTLESHROOM
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Postby Yegla Islands » Sun Jun 09, 2019 3:43 pm

YIV Nesokrushimiy
Cargo Hold

Koshkin put down his transmitter.

"Alright, boys. We have the go-ahead. Remember your imprints, remember your objectives, and most of all, remember your goddamn training. None of you can actually die here, but that's no excuse to fuck up on me."

He cracked a smile, as did a few of the operatives.

"Now, I'm hitting the ignition in ten seconds. Here's your countdown - better adjust quickly!"

"Ten."

The assembled men closed their eyes, and settled into various sitting postures.

"Nine."

Koshkin flicked a few switches on the apparatus, and it began to hum.

"Eight."

The barrel of the Zhiva unit strapped into the rig began to glow softly.

"Seven."

Sweat was visible on the operatives' brows as they intensified their concentration.

"Six."

Each man envisioned a target - a room, a door, a neck...

"Five."

Koshkin turned a dial, and power began to flow through the electrodes.

"Four."

The Zhiva unit was crackling now, its casing vibrating with contained energy.

"Three."

The display lit up with targeting parameters, read directly from the operatives' minds.

"Two."

Hazy images resolved themselves, of darkened, bulkhead-enclosed corridoors.

"One."

The room seemed to fall into silence - even the Nesokrushimiy's engines could no longer be heard.

"Ignition."

Koshkin punched a large button, and a surge of thaumoelectric energy passed through the entire machine. Nothing else seemed to happen - the operatives were frozen, their focus absolute.

Elsewhere, however...




RKN Leviathan
Bridge

Tensions were high. Orders and information were constantly coming in, and the comms officers could barely keep up. That's why Ensign el-Ramzan paid little heed to the tiny specks of light forming in the air beside him. He was far too busy to deal with tricks of the light and errant dust. He did, however, turn his head slightly when the specks seemed to resolve themselves into a vaguely humanoid shape. Its outline was fuzzy and indistinct, and yet he could have sworn...

The silhouette stared at him. Its eyes were like gaping, ragged holes in space. He blinked. Could this be a stress-induced hallucination? But no, some of the other officers seemed to be staring at it too. Everything seemed to be moving in slow-motion. A guard opened his mouth, and reached for his weapon - just a second too late to stop the silhouette from reaching into el-Ramzan's chest and tearing out his heart.

The astral projection turned to the nearest guard, even as blood splattered over the comms console and the late Ensign's body toppled forwards. It raised its empty hand, and the air was filled with a guttural, unintelligible chant. Another, just like it, had manifested nearby, and was staring directly at el-Javid. The guards had raised their weapons by then, already poised to fire at the figures - as safeties clicked off, the chant was done. And then the bridge was naught but blinding light, and the screams of tearing metal.




RKN Leviathan
Engine Room

Another ethereal form was willed into being, in the shadow of the engine columns. It sat there, watching, unnoticed. Then it leapt out and sheared off a passing engineer's face with a swipe of its claws. Guards closed in from all sides, even as its arms began reshaping themselves into ghostly blades.




RKN Leviathan
Storage Area

A fourth visitor materialized here, in a darkened chamber. This entire area of the ship was more or less deserted - most of the guards had run off in the direction of the explosions, and the screaming. The projection tilted its head quizzically, and looked at the ceiling above. A brief Ping revealed its surroundings, made clear through meters of metal and circuitry. Raising its arms, it began to hum, and the room was filled with a pale glow.

A few minutes later, it was done. Slowly sprouting an assortment of spikes from its limbs, the specter wandered off in search of potential targets.




RKN Leviathan
el-Javid's Private Quarters

This apparition had a task quite apart from its brethren. As the rest of the ship descended into chaos, it calmly drifted around the Admiral's belongings, searching for anything of strategic value. A few notebooks were examined, then carefully replaced. Papers were checked, drawers were opened, cupboards were rifled through with surgical precision. Not a sign must remain that the projection had been here. Eventually, it stumbled upon a very particular set of maps, and a note. Sockets devoid of eyes pored over the tiny cursive script. The ghost stood, unmoving, lost in thought. A few minutes later it carefully placed the materials into the exact position they had previously occupied, and then silently faded away.




RKN Leviathan
Just overboard

The tiny submarine had anchored itself to the Leviathan's hull using equally tiny electromagnetic clamps. It had navigated the veritable minefield laid down by the monstrous battleship without much issue - after all, time had been on their side. The diversion could only be authorized once they were in position. Now, three men clambered out with almost unnatural grace. They were clad from head to toe in matte-gray angular armor, that made barely any sound upon contact with the Leviathan's hull. These were operatives of REVENANT - the UYDF's specialists with regards to... clandestine personnel dealings. In this case, their task lay somewhere between kidnapping and hostage rescue. Now, as their Shrike suits took on the pigmentation of the Leviathan's exterior, they proceeded to scale its side via the use of further electromagnets. They were near-silent in their ascent, and any sound was masked by the marine wind. In a few moments, it would also be masked by the chaos unfolding aboard the vessel.

The un-kidnappers climbed, higher and higher, until they reached the break between the superstructure and the main hull. Raising a small, digital periscope to verify the absence of guards, the leading operative leapt upwards, and anchored himself to the superstructure's wall. An array of servo motors and shock absorbers in his suit's limbs had made this leap not only feasible, but also near-silent. His compatriots followed suit, and soon they found themselves clinging to the wall outside the room in which Adama was being held. The periscope was deployed again, this time to view the room through the porthole. Adama was there, reclining on a couch, accompanied by a guard leaning against the exterior wall.

Perfect.

A small charge was unpacked, unfolded, and attached to the wall a meter or so away from the guard. A button was depressed, and sparks flew. A few seconds later, a section of wall was sucked outwards with a deafening scrunch, and the REVENANT squad leader hopped inside. Acting quickly, he lunged at the guard, and grabbed him by the head. The electric shock emitted by the gauntlet was sufficient to cause near-immediate unconsciousness, though likely not to result in any permanent damage. For a moment, the assailant considered the use of his retractable blades - these thoughts were banished by Adama's yelp of suprise. As footsteps resounded through the corridoor outside, the operative tossed a small canister at the doorway. It detonated almost immediately, and filled the doorframe with a large glob of rapidly-solidifying foam. Next, Adama himself.

The admiral was quickly subdued in the same manner as the guard - slinging him over his shoulder, the operative clambered back out the way he came, even as the door to the cell was being bashed down. Together, the three men carried their unconscious quarry down the side of the ship. A few guards poked their heads out of the gaping hole in the wall, and started taking potshots at the trio - the bullets either went wide, or simply pinged off armored plating. One particularly well-aimed shot did manage to graze Adama's leg, though a quick assessment by his kidnappers determined the wound to be highly superficial. Now, they had reached their escape vehicle, and made their way inside. The hatch was sealed, and the modified submersible went under rapidly.

It accelerated in more or less a straight line, only maneuvering slightly to avoid any mines placed ahead. There were a few muffled thumps as the pilot decided it was best not to bother with dodging concussion mines - the hull could take it. There would be severe reprimands on the subject later, but for now, his assessment remained justified. He nearly swerved into a high-explosive mine on the very edge of the field, and only his compatriot's hand on the controls managed to avert disaster. Finally, they were in the clear, undetectable, and headed directly for the Nesokrushimiy.




RKN Lotus
Bridge

Here, too, a pair of ghostly invaders manifested. Lieutenant el-Nouran had just finished drafting up a chart of potential target locations for the bombardment of the Pan-Asiatic forces, when he felt a mild tugging on the back of his collar. A few seconds later, his vertebrae erupted from his neck in random directions, pinging off the instruments and smashing through windows. His charts were shredded by a grasping claw, and the guards that came to avenge him were scythed down by a rain of energy darts. Six fell, while the remaining soldiers returned fire.

The figures were partially blasted into a thin haze, but one of them reformed its arm. It extended, meter by meter, stretching across the room and crushing a guard's windpipe. The other figure no longer had arms, but an array of barbed tentacles, which swatted bullets out of the air and rent the flesh of the next two guards with a series of furious lashes. One particularly determined guardsman charged forwards with a warhammer, bringing it down onto one of the half-formed apparitions. With a spectral screech, it dissipated completely. Its compatriot melted the guard's skull away in a flash of searing light, before it was scattered by another barrage of gunfire.

The bridge fell into silence, punctuated only by the tinkle of broken glass and the dripping of blood.
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Postby Knights Mare Nostrum » Sun Jun 09, 2019 5:46 pm

It was a difficult battle than they expected, indeed. The Exodians had made their move and attacked them from the rear, this rear being where their archers were positioned, causing at least 300 or so initial losses. This lead to the rear line of 700 archers being commanded to fire at will upon the Exodian armour, as well as a command for an amount of the Teutonic Army to deploy, reinforcements of about 10,000 knights, 5,000 cavalry, 3,000 archers, 500 stealth units and 10 more mechas, their brief landing guarded by 3 frigates, to be deployed. 20 of the massive, 15ft Reinhardt mechas were called, 5 deploying their shields in front of the backs of the archers who were still lobbing a few explosive and flaming tip volleys at the barricades in the meantime, while the rest drew their 8ft Nostrumium swords and charged at the tanks, hoping to slice through the armour like paper if they hadn't been hit with their massive shells.

The Knights on the field, in the meantime, hand to deal with the onslaught bullets. The rest of the Reinhardt-class mechas had been called to deal with the Pan-Asiatic mechs, giving the infantry some room to breathe. Unfory, Plasma seemed to do the trick at blowing through Nostrumium armour, and the Knights were left having to rely on their shields until the order was given to charge themselves. In the meantime, though, an order was given for 1,000 of the main infantry to charge at the barricades and engage in close combat, supported by the Archer volleys and ballista/trebuchet artillery, while the rest of the 2,000 cavalry dispersed in groups of at least 200 each to deal with the Skyhookedian trucks. The more explosive mortar fire had taken casualties as it directly landed on the charging Knights, and if not the Knights, their horses, leading the Knights to charge them on foot with their melee weapons. This, of course, supported by the wonderous Veiser troops who had attacked the tanks in a daring manner, gave the Knights a chance to fight back.

One knight, by the name of Andreas Leontiou, had been blown off his horse, but landed conveniently on a vehicle, as he got up and then shouted as he swung his longsword at the drivers.
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Postby Kafair » Sun Jun 09, 2019 7:09 pm

Pan-Asiatic States wrote:Skyhooked City
The intense Kafairian artillery killed hundreds within moments, primarily disturbing immediate defenses such as pillboxes and tank-traps. The capital received a moderate amount of infrastructure damage as well, bridges were crippled and civilians were mercilessly slaughtered. Thus began a second frontier mounted by the Kafairian army.

The Naval Bombers deployed from the capital could only do so much to prevent this catastrophe, five of them had already downed from the relentless Anti-Air guns of the Kafairian battleships. One of those casualties had been of an airwoman by the name of Yoshikuni Urena, who, with a crippled right wing and a failing engine, shoved herself into the bridge of one of the enemy battleships--the first Kamikaze attack performed by any Asian aerial soldier since the end of the Pacific Wars. She would surely receive a medal posthumously when all of this was over.

But to be fair, they neither intended to nor could cripple the Kafairian fleet alone, their operation had been to damage them as much as possible. That they did.

The base of operations itself was literally dug-in, reinforced with mono-block walls hours before the initial enemy landings. Surviving personnel were evacuated, as most important personalities survived the attack by shielding themselves with their Daimyo armor. These top-priority personnel included the commander of all Pan-Asiatic intervention forces himself, Commissariat General Dindo "Tanda" Macapugay, and so long as he was alive and kicking, there was hope for victory.

However, several intelligence officers were killed by falling debris, and the Commissariat General's own personal Katalonan, Kt. Romero Liu, caught a piece of dislodged metal to his spine, instantly killing him. His post was taken by III Corps' Katalonan, Tao He: and her first communication to the whole Pan-Asiatic intervention-army was an order straight from the Commissariat General's desk itself. They were to recover, recuperate losses, and prepare for a Kafairian onslaught.


The Sea
As the victorious Kafairian punch into the Skyhookedian mainland began to transform into a total forward-thrust to be executed by Kafairian infantrymen seeking to march right into the Pan-Asiatic base of operations, hidden on rocky cliffs lay furious artillerymen who had seen the Kafairians decimate their fellow Asians with the push of a button. They awaited for the Kafairians to fall into their AO, snickering as the Kafairian vessels formed their ranks into a different direction.

In that brief moment of clustering that any fleet often must make upon plotting a new course, the artillerymen took their chance. Ballistics specialists and Babaylan technical specialists of the 32nd Korean Echelon "Han Chiu" Field Artillery Division marked enemy ships with a red streak of light visible only to the operators. The moment had come for them to strike.

Veiled by thick green and possessing the height advantage, the 32nd let-loose the infamous Object 1779s. Hadron canons focused their aim on the bridges of the Kafairian vessels. Each power cell was loaded with the intent to take revenge and to stop the inhumane aggression of the crusader forces. Each power cell represented the equal ruthlessness of the Pan-Asiatic revolution to oppressors and imperialists. The 32nd fired from all directions, causing chaos within the enemy's naval ranks.

But while Kafairian vessels focused on an effort to fire-back at the hidden canons, they disregarded threats emerging from below their iron flotillas. The Pan-Asiatic intervention forces were not strong on the Naval branch, which could not spare many ships due to demands for defense in the Pacific and deployments elsewhere, they nonetheless could spare the P.A.S Type SSN-213C Sebastian-Class Submarine Vishuddha and P.A.S Type SSN-213D Sebastian-Class Submarine Muladhara. The two were equipped with advanced stealth technology.

As the Vishuddha closed in to the enemy positions alongside the Muladhara, its captain, Tang Sung-Chul, to the beat of Hadron rounds being fired in the distance, could not help but utter one last remark before radio communications fell silent.

They are learning to fear the noise of our artillery. Now, they shall learn to fear the silence of our submarines.


From the depths, torpedoes were launched at an untraceable speed. Whilst the Pan-Asiatic naval contingent did not have the numbers or armament as advanced as the Kafairians possessed, they did have the tactics and firepower to equal them. The Vishuddha and Muladhara could carry and fire a spontaneous amount of underwater torpedoes consecutively and in great numbers at a time.

But the artillerymen on the cliffs did not hear the launching of those several torpedoes all at once.

They heard only the sudden shock and screams of Kafairian sailors atop their decks.


BOOM

el-Javid turned his head quickly to the left. He jumped back with a start as he saw the bridge of the Vanguard, a cruiser in the fleet, go up in flames. Quickly looking over at the cliffs, he saw smoke, and called over 3 royal guards.
"Men! What do you see up there?"
'Men Fleet Admiral! They are hidden!"

BOOM BOOM BOOM

3 more ships went up in flames. Than, he also saw a plane crash into the bridge of one of the burning ships, killing all survivors of the first attack. Javid quickly got on the radio with the captain of the Lotus.
'Captain, all guns, full power. Aim 2 o'clock. target: right under the top of those cliffs. Aim to collapse the cliff down."
"Copy that Admiral."
In the background, the sound of machinery and men being to sound. The huge artillery ship turns it guns, and awaits the order to fire. The Leviathan also turns its guns to the cliff. Now, over 30 massive guns were aimed at that area. Javid, before giving the order, said on final prayer.
They think they have beaten us. They think they have hurt us. May the Sun and Moon bless their souls, and let us teach them their mistake

"FIRE!"

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

The shots impacted the cliff with the force of a bomb, punching massive holes in them. And then, watching, the men saw the cliff being to crumble, and parts begin to fall. Nodding his head, Javid turned back around. Suddenly, he saw the bow of the ship in front of him jump up, and a massive hole was exposed there. Then, he felt the Leviathan jerk. The Leviathan was a massive ship, one that was(through testing) confirmed to need over 10 individual holes in the ship to begin to list, and even then it would only list of around 3 degrees. Still, the force made the ship move, and he quickly identified the issue.
“It's a sub!. Get engineers down there now. Scatter depth charges on all sides. Now!”

As men move to complete the order, Javed relaxed slightly. Than, all hell broke loose.

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Cargo Hold

Koshkin put down his transmitter.

"Alright, boys. We have the go-ahead. Remember your imprints, remember your objectives, and most of all, remember your goddamn training. None of you can actually die here, but that's no excuse to fuck up on me."

He cracked a smile, as did a few of the operatives.

"Now, I'm hitting the ignition in ten seconds. Here's your countdown - better adjust quickly!"

"Ten."

The assembled men closed their eyes, and settled into various sitting postures.

"Nine."

Koshkin flicked a few switches on the apparatus, and it began to hum.

"Eight."

The barrel of the Zhiva unit strapped into the rig began to glow softly.

"Seven."

Sweat was visible on the operatives' brows as they intensified their concentration.

"Six."

Each man envisioned a target - a room, a door, a neck...

"Five."

Koshkin turned a dial, and power began to flow through the electrodes.

"Four."

The Zhiva unit was crackling now, its casing vibrating with contained energy.

"Three."

The display lit up with targeting parameters, read directly from the operatives' minds.

"Two."

Hazy images resolved themselves, of darkened, bulkhead-enclosed corridors.

"One."

The room seemed to fall into silence - even the Nesokrushimiy's engines could no longer be heard.

"Ignition."

Koshkin punched a large button, and a surge of thermoelectric energy passed through the entire machine. Nothing else seemed to happen - the operatives were frozen, their focus absolute.

Elsewhere, however...




RKN Leviathan
Bridge

Tensions were high. Orders and information were constantly coming in, and the comms officers could barely keep up. That's why Ensign el-Ramzan paid little heed to the tiny specks of light forming in the air beside him. He was far too busy to deal with tricks of the light and errant dust. He did, however, turn his head slightly when the specks seemed to resolve themselves into a vaguely humanoid shape. Its outline was fuzzy and indistinct, and yet he could have sworn...

The silhouette stared at him. Its eyes were like gaping, ragged holes in space. He blinked. Could this be a stress-induced hallucination? But no, some of the other officers seemed to be staring at it too. Everything seemed to be moving in slow-motion. A guard opened his mouth, and reached for his weapon - just a second too late to stop the silhouette from reaching into el-Ramzan's chest and tearing out his heart.

The astral projection turned to the nearest guard, even as blood splattered over the comms console and the late Ensign's body toppled forwards. It raised its empty hand, and the air was filled with a guttural, unintelligible chant. Another, just like it, had manifested nearby, and was staring directly at el-Javid. The guards had raised their weapons by then, already poised to fire at the figures - as safeties clicked off, the chant was done. And then the bridge was nought but blinding light, and the screams of tearing metal.




RKN Leviathan
Engine Room

Another ethereal form was willed into being, in the shadow of the engine columns. It sat there, watching, unnoticed. Then it leapt out and sheared off a passing engineer's face with a swipe of its claws. Guards closed in from all sides, even as its arms began reshaping themselves into ghostly blades.




RKN Leviathan
Storage Area

A fourth visitor materialized here, in a darkened chamber. This entire area of the ship was more or less deserted - most of the guards had run off in the direction of the explosions, and the screaming. The projection tilted its head quizzically, and looked at the ceiling above. A quizzical Ping revealed its surroundings, made clear through meters of metal and circuitry. Raising its arms, it began to hum, and the room was filled with a pale glow.

A few minutes later, it was done. Slowly sprouting an assortment of spikes from its limbs, the specter wandered off in search of potential targets.




RKN Leviathan
el-Javid's Private Quarters

This apparition had a task quite apart from its brethren. As the rest of the ship descended into chaos, it calmly drifted around the Admiral's belongings, searching for anything of strategic value. A few notebooks were examined, then carefully replaced. Papers were checked, drawers were opened, cupboards were rifled through with surgical precision. Not a sign must remain that the projection had been here. Eventually, it stumbled upon a very particular set of maps, and a note. Sockets devoid of eyes pored over the tiny cursive script. The ghost stood, unmoving, lost in thought. A few minutes later it carefully placed the materials into the exact position they had previously occupied, and then silently faded away.




RKN Leviathan
Just overboard

The tiny submarine had anchored itself to the Leviathan's hull using tiny electromagnetic clamps. It had navigated the veritable minefield laid down by the monstrous battleship without much issue - after all, time had been on their side. The diversion could only be authorized once they were in position. Now, three men clambered out with almost unnatural grace. They were clad from head to toe in matte-gray angular armor, that made barely any sound upon contact with the Leviathan's hull. These were operatives of REVENANT - the IDF's specialists with regards to... clandestine personnel dealings. In this case, their task lay somewhere between kidnapping and hostage rescue. Now, as their Shrike suits took on the pigmentation of the Leviathan's exterior, they proceeded to scale its side via the use of further electromagnets. They were near-silent in their ascent, and any sound was masked by the marine wind. In a few moments, it would also be masked by the chaos unfolding aboard the vessel.

The un-kidnappers climbed, higher and higher, until they reached the break between the superstructure and the main hull. Raising a small, digital periscope to verify the absence of guards, the leading operative leapt upwards, and anchored himself to the superstructure wall. An array of servo motors and shock absorbers in his suit's limbs had made this leap not only feasible, but also near-silent. His compatriots followed suit, and soon they found themselves clinging to the wall outside the room in which Adams was being held. The periscope was deployed again, this time to view the room through the porthole. Adama was there, reclining on a couch, accompanied by a guard leaning against the exterior wall.

Perfect.

A small charge was unpacked, unfolded, and attached to the wall a meter or so away from the guard. A button was depressed, and sparks flew. A few seconds later, a section of wall was sucked outwards with a deafening scrunch, and the REVENANT squad leader hopped inside. Acting quickly, he lunged at the guard, and grabbed him by the head. The electric shock emitted by the gauntlet was sufficient to cause near-immediate unconsciousness, though likely not to result in any permanent damage. For a moment, the assailant considered the use of his retractable blades - these thoughts were banished by Adama's yelp of surprise. As footsteps resounded through the corridor outside, the operative tossed a small canister at the doorway. It detonated almost immediately, and filled the doorframe with a large glob of rapidly-solidifying foam. Next, Adama himself.

The admiral was quickly subdued in the same manner as the guard - slinging him over his shoulder, the operative clambered back out the way he came, even as the door to the cell was being bashed down. Together, the three men carried their unconscious quarry down the side of the ship. A few guards poked their heads out of the gaping hole in the wall, and started taking potshots at the trio - the bullets either went wide, or simply pinged off armored plating. One particularly well-aimed shot did manage to graze Adama's leg, though a quick assessment by his kidnappers determined the wound to be highly superficial. Now, they had reached their escape vehicle, and made their way inside. The hatch was sealed, and the modified submersible went under rapidly.

It accelerated in more or less a straight line, only maneuvering slightly to avoid any mines placed ahead. There were a few muffled thumps as the pilot decided it was best not to bother with dodging concussion mines - the hull could take it. There would be severe reprimands on the subject later, but for now, his assessment remained justified. He nearly swerved into a high-explosive mine on the very edge of the field, and only his compatriots hand on the wheel managed to avert disaster. Finally, they were in the clear, undetectable, and headed directly for the Nesokrushimiy.




RKN Lotus
Bridge

Here, too, a pair of ghostly invaders manifested. Lieutenant el-Nouran had just finished drafting up a chart of potential target locations for the bombardment of the Pan-Asiatic forces, when he felt a mild tugging on the back of his collar. A few seconds later, his vertebrae erupted from his neck in random directions, pinging off the instruments and smashing through windows. His charts were shredded by a grasping claw, and the guards that came to avenge him were scythed down by a rain of energy darts. Six fell, while the remaining soldiers returned fire.

The figures were partially blasted into a thin haze, but one of them reformed its arm. It extended, meter by meter, stretching across the room and crushing a guard's windpipe. The other figure no longer had arms, but an array of barbed tentacles, which swatted bullets out of the air and rent the flesh of the next two guards with a series of furious lashes. One particularly determined guardsman charged forwards with a warhammer, bringing it down onto one of the half-formed apparitions. With a spectral screech, it dissipated completely. Its compatriot melted the guard's skull away in a flash of searing light, before it was scattered by another barrage of gunfire.

The bridge fell into silence, punctuated only by the tinkle of broken glass and the dripping of blood.


RKN Leviathan
Bridge

Screams erupted on the bridge, as the dead bodies of the men fell, and the guards and Faceless charged the projection that had killed the ensign. In the confusion though, another one, summoned after his friend, charged at Javid. Turning, and seeing it was too late, he opened his mouth in a scream… and stopped. A guard jumped before him, a cape of grey with a golden sun in it infront of him, as the man’s war hammer came up, and slammed down, sending the projection jumping back. As talons emerged from its fingers, it jumped forth, cutting part of the guards face, until it was pushed of the again, swung at with the hammer. It slammed into the projections left arm, and caused it to disappear,and it swung with its right arm. It cut the guard captains arm, causing him to drop his hammer. As the projection raised its arm to kill the captain, swoosh, the right arm disappeared. The gleam of a saber was in his hand, as the guard ran forth and cut at the projections leg, sending it stumbling. Again and again, he cut at the ghost, and even when his chest was deeply cut by the talons, he would not let it kill his Admiral. He was about to end it when suddenly, the floor in front of him began to bubble and burn through. The ghost launched another ball of the poisonous substance at him, and as he dodged, a bit of the acid hit his saber, beginning to melt it. Than, fire. As his cape caught, and his legs began to burn, he ran forth, locking blades with the ghost’s now reformed arm. As they dodged and parried, the guard took the blade on his from above, and pushed up, sending the ghostly blade bouncing into the air, and leaving the arm it was connected to open. With a slash, he cut it off again, and punched the ghost back from him, dodging the swipe aimed at his head. As the he went to dodge an attack, he felt his body start to float and than hit the ground, the gravity around him changed back and forth. Getting up, and seeing it prepare for another bit of magic, he stopped it. With a final cut, he eliminated it, his sword cutting of its head and shoulder in one clean strike, sending it disappearing in a cloud of ghostly mist. All was quiet on the bridge.The captain, breathing his last, fell, his body limp on the ground. The rest of the men, having eliminated the other ghost, stepped back. All was quiet. The fight, at least here, was over.

RKN Leviathan
Engine Room

As the engineer’s body fell, the guards around the room charged at the ghostly figure. As the engineers ran in fear, the guards attacked. One of them had an axe, and sheared off the leg of the projection, dissipating it. Another with a hammer crushed its arm, and 2 others took on the last leg and arm. As it fell to the ground, its limbs reforming, the last guard, with a massive warhammer, lifted it up, and crushed it, sending it back to whatever hell it came from. The men all sported claw markes and blood, but they had won. They had the engineers check if any damage had been done, as the guards made sure the room was clear of any others enemies.

RKN Leviathan
Deck, Turrets A, B, and C

As the guards looked around in confusion, the ghost came up from below decks and faced the guards. Letting out a terrible cry, its charged. The men scattered, and converged, attacking and dodge, but no making any significant progress. Than, the leader of the squad walked up. In his hand was a flamethrower. As he let it burn, the ghost screamed, rushing the men, a image of transparents smoke and burning fire, an image of death and horror. As it slashed at the leader, he jumped back, and another spurt of the flamethrower ended it. The men, confused at what they just fought, moved to secure the perimeter from any more of those ghosts.

RKN Leviathan
Adama’s prison quarter

The guards slumped down in defeat. They had failed. The silent men who have taken away Adam had been so quiet they were only seen by chance, and were gone before they could take them out. A pair of men were tending to the tased man in the room, and the rest were alerting the bridge to what had happened.

RKN Leviathan
el-Javid's Private Quarters

The guards outside were suspicious. They had heard a slight noise, but when they peaked in, no one was there. Nothing was moved, or removed. But, when they had looked, they had felt a horrible chill, that they felt to their bones. Eventually concluding nothing was wrong, they were sent off to help the rest of the men in repairing the damage.

RKN Lotus
Bridge

The men were stunned. Blood and glass was everywhere, and 11 men were killed in under a minute. As the stunned men began to move the dead off the bridge, they attempted to retrieve the maps from the dead gunner. el-Nouran was the top gunner on the Lotus, and his death would be sorely felt. While there were a pair of gunners who were his rivals in accuracy and speed, they were currently on the Leviathan, and their survival had not yet made it to the Lotus. The men continued to clean, as life returned to normal on the bridge.

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Skyhooked

The force was moving fast. They had punched through the enemy lines, and their reinforcements were on their way. 6000 men, with the Sun Guard Mounted Force, the Moon Guard Mounted Force, and the Sun Flare Elite Legion, each of 1000 men, were on their way. They had taken around 1000 casualties in the attack, but they had made it. They slowed. They were on a hill, and the front ranks could see it. Skyhooked City. The PAS base was in there, and the men prepared for one final push, through the city's defences, and to the PAS base.

RKN Leviathan
Bridge

Javid saw the boast and choppers. Signing as he recognized the Exodian men, he had his remaining comm officers hail then to the large landing pad on the back of the ship. As the aircraft landed and the boats pulled up, all of the wounded troops, from guards to engineers and sailors were loaded onto them. He also sent a message with the men to Vice Admiral el-Zukov. He was to return to the fleet. His guards were to return to the Leviathan to reinforce it. He was to take control of the Lotus. As the 10 injured men were loaded onto the relief craft, the men who were killed were also disposed, in the traditional way. The bodies were carried to the side of the ship, and under full military regalia, set alight, and sent into the water. Thus, the sailor dies in the sea, and under the heat of the sun, their protector and defender. The men waved off the relief craft, and the Leviathan continued with its burials.
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Postby Dessuar-Elsass » Mon Jun 10, 2019 8:27 am

Democratic Exodian Territories wrote:Skyhookedian Northern Coast, the ESS Buckingham

A good man never lets another to drown.

Olison almost could only stare at the destruction of the Kafairian fleet as the Pan-Asiatic contingency pounded them into waste.

He couldn't break the rules of engagement- he'd set the communists on himself, strain his fleet further, even put the mainland or Skyhookedian personnel at risk.

But he'd been the one to instruct them to fight the barbaric Pan-Asians. He'd been the one who gave them intelligence, to prod them further in a grandiose quest.
He'd been the one to set the rabid wolves on them.

Was there time to reverse his actions?
Was there time for forgiveness?

"Captain."
"Sir?"
"Systems detect large bursts of energy on the cliffs. Turn railguns to face the the sons of whores right now."
Before Contina could question the order or protest, Commodore Olison snatched up an inter-system radio on the bridge.

"I want every weapon in this fleet on standby for aiming procedure. Additionally, send patrol craft, lifeboats, and any helicopters or suitable aerial craft to help evacuate the Kafairians off their ships and onto ours. ESS Vanguard II, you are authorized and ordered to start Phase 1 and 2 of cruise missile firing. Spader and Nevva, ready long-range torpedoes for firing. I want Metal Gears on standby and 12 of our APMS submarines prepared for a strike run."

The Exodian fleet churned its gears once more, as utility helicopters from the destroyers Emma Grand and the Cresta lifted off for a rescue operation, while patrol boats and lifeboats from the rest of the surface fleet did the same. At the same time, several APMS midget submarines, outfitted with supercaptivating torpedoes, engaged thrusters to avenge what they could.

Azure Beach, Skyhooked

Their time had come.

The Exodian tracked armor plunged deep into KMN lines from their uncovered rear flanks, as the tank crews took advantage of the Knights' focus on the Skyhookedians and Pan-Asians to run over as many infantrymen and cavalry as they could, all the while blazing fire from their pintle-mounted machine guns and plasmacasters, hull-mounted 150mm smoothbore buckshot-loaded support guns. Seeing the Reinhardt mechas on the front lines, the Provocateurs wasted no time, their 120mm rifled main guns swiveling and blasting HEAT-headed shells towards them.

From the air, the XF-45 Jericho and Harrier III VTOL fighters engaged the Hercules fighters directly, letting loose streams of autocannon fire amidst aerobatic maneuvers, some breaking away to drop their white-phosphorus cluster munitions onto KMN lines when they could.

Panama Canal, Gatun Locks

"What the fuck are we supposed to bloody do now?"
"We can talk about this later, Lieutenant. You're doing fine. Just let them through- I don't think we have any other choice in the matter at this point.

Pealty returned to his radio at the bridge, audibly sighing through the microphone.

"MV Northern Star, you are cleared to pass, goddammit. Just don't do anything stupid out there that would warrant our attention."

Azure Beach
The Exodians ran into a problem-the rear was guarded, and by none other by the Veiser Heavy Infantry. Most of these were Elsassians, known throughout Veise for their crass manner, in addition to their work ethic and their bravery in battle.
But mostly their crassness.

At heart, your typical Elsassian squad is 10 men, broken down thusly:
6 Riflemen, armed with Mercier 870 rifles-roughly comparable to the FN FAL Battle Rifle. 2 Grenadiers, with rifles grenades(obviously in addition to their rifles), and 2 Squad Gunners, armed with LMGs. Each squad was assigned it's own APC-essentially a metal box with an autocannon in a turrent. 4 squads made a platoon, with 3 of them being 'normal', while the 4th had the platoon's anti-tank weaponry. Here and there, Berengar MBTs were intersped alongside the APCs. While not exactly the best of the best, it was still a capable tank, roughly equivalent to the British Challenger 2 tank.

Against the Provocateurs, though...
The main problem with a hull-mounted gun is that it means an enormous weak spot in the hull. This would be gleefully exploited by the Elsassians-the Exodian tanks would find themselves mercilessly pounded by KE-penetrators and handheld anti-tank missile launchers. If they were lucky, the munitions would hit the hull-mounted cannon or the area immediately surrounding it, which was likely not as well-armored as the rest of the tank.
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Postby Independent Aviation Consultants » Mon Jun 10, 2019 12:17 pm

The Chuck - Charles Rock - Independent Aviation Consultants Regional Headquarters

Barry Seal sat at his desk punching in some numbers on his desktop when the confirmation letter came in from Cardinal-Primate Jason Icfella. Although the sum was only 25,000 NSD, Barry wasn't to concerned about it and decided to upgrade the dear Cardinal to a Embraer Praetor 600 private jet. As he filed some paperwork, he thought longer on the subject matter before deciding that he would personally accompany Cardinal-Primate Jason Icfella to the Mare Nostrum territories in the Mediterranean.



Later - The Chuck - Charles Rock Regional Airport

Barry stood on the runway next to the swanky Embraer Praetor 600 jet awaiting the Cardinal-Primate's arrival. With a range of 4,000 nautical miles, it wouldn't be a direct flight to Mare Nostrum but it would most definitely be a comfortable one. Pulling out the flight plan details one more time, Barry took one last look at it. From Charles Rock they'd fly to and refuel at McCarren International Airport in Las Vegas, Nevada. From McCarren, they'd fly and refuel at Newark Liberty International Airport, New Jersey. From Newark, they'd fly across the Atlantic to Shannon International Airport in Ireland and from there they'd fly to the Knights Mare Nostrum territories in the Mediterranean. Although for this flight I.A.C. would loose a little money, it wouldn't hurt to treat the Cardinal with respect and a bit of fanciness since it could be quite lucrative in the future.
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Postby Yegla Islands » Mon Jun 10, 2019 3:32 pm

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Guskov was at the same time elated, and somewhat disheartened. The footage had been rather chilling to witness - the projections were truly more of a terror weapon than anything. But they had what they needed. At least two vital officers dead, two ships thrown into disarray, and hopefully a significant reduction to the Leviathan's firepower. And then there were the maps... he went back to the snapshot. It was somewhat fuzzy, but words could still be made out with reasonable clarity. And the maps - one set was very clearly falsified. Had Kafair's troops attempted to follow it, their attack could only have succeeded with heavy casualties, if it could even succeed at all. So why were there two? And how was Adama involved in this, exactly?

"Sir, we've got confirmed redocking of the Upir. No casualties were sustained, and the target was secured without issue."

The Admiral allowed himself a smile.

"Excellent. Once he comes to, have him questioned. The capital needs answers - and this, by extension, means that I need answers."
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Postby TURTLESHROOM II » Mon Jun 10, 2019 3:52 pm

TURTLESHROOM II wrote:
TURTLESHROOM II wrote:
(Image)
^ This is a picture of Cardinal Icfella with his hair down,
taken prior to his investiture as Primate.
He only does this when "off-duty", that is,
when he isn't holding Mass or preaching,
and not on Sundays. When in church services,
he never wears it like this, and when spoken to,
he moves it to look at the person talking.


The five-seater Air Korena charter jet, gifted to the TurtleShroomer Rite from TurtleShroom's only airliner, quietly touched down at the Chuckman airport. Highly attractive, young Korenese women*, each dressed in skirts that stopped on their kneecaps and extremely high heels, strutted out of the employee area door onto a catwalk to open the single passenger door.

Before they could, though, the door opened and the highest Catholic figure in TurtleShroom stepped out onto the catwalk, where a staircase had been rolled up by the IAC. He had obviously opened the door for the women instead of making them do it. Realizing and rejecting his habit, he stopped midway in raising his arm to wave hello to anyone wanting a picture and, per custom, turned to each of the aforementioned Air Korena flight attendants, thanking them one by one. Reaching into his luggage, he produced a checkbook and quickly wrote on it, giving each flight attendant a twenty Skillet ($5 USD) tip. Grabbing his own luggage and bidding the flight attendants farewell, he descended the staircase.

The still lanky, six-foot-six, young adult flicked his long, Emo-style hair to the left as he put a hand on it to tuck it all behind his ear. With hair clips being effeminate taboo for men, Incfella secured his fringe bangs with a hidden bobby pin, believing he would be speaking to someone for a long time...


...that's when he tripped down the staircase with a scream. The luggage hit the tarmac.



A clanging was heard, and the Cardinal's body stopped falling, revealing a wrist restraining device similar to handcuffs attached to the stairs that had caught him .The bobby pin flew off, his long bangs hanging from his face as he focused on keeping his gallero hat from flying off. Eyes wide as dinner plates behind his heavy cokebottle glasses, which were now skewed diagonally, he pulled himself up and resumed his descent. Seal likely wondered how those things did not break or crack when his face hit the rail. After taking deep breaths and making the Sign of the Cross in praise of God keeping him from danger, he sighed and walked down the staircase as if nothing happened.


Cardinal-Primate Icfella was infamous for being clumsy, especially when he got excited or was running. The re was something done for his safety, especially since he was unguarded for the trip.





The wind on the airstrip blew sharply, causing Cardinal-Primate Icfella to rapidly reach for his white gallero hat, which he wore for any major diplomatic summit. As he did every day of his life, he was wearing his full clerical vestments. A simple cotton stole of green and brown added a contrasting color. The traditional, red Cardinal attire was in contrast to the emerald green sash he had tied around his waist as a belt, and the other emerald green sash, worn properly from shoulder to hip. These were indicative of his capacity as Primate of TurtleShroom.

The latter was ornately decoared and, contrasted with the simple, unadorned, cheaply dyed cotton of all of his other vestments (excluding the gallero hat), seemed to be made of silk and multitudes of other luxurious fibers, embroidedered in ornate patterns and bearing the coat of arms of the Il Borgia Vaticano Papacy on it. That one was a gift. Coupled with Borgian rings and other jewelry (also a gift from the same), any observer could tell what was TurtleShroomian and what was a gift, with one exception. The heavy pectoral cross around his neck was the symbol of his office over all of TurtleShroom Catholicism and put rappers to shame, made of real gold donated for its creation and boasting six stones, three emeralds and two brown topaz.

In spite of the jewels and gold, the odds were almost certain that Barry Seal would be wearing an outfit more expensive than Icfella's entire regalia, jewelry and all. TurtleShroomers didn't wear opulent or flashy clothes outside of ceremony and regalia, unless they were gifts. Church money was better being first spent on the poor and winning souls.

The Cardinal-Primate finally started to make his way over to Seal before stopping midway to gawk at the luxurious, enormous private jet. Clearly surprised, he frantically turned to his luggage and removed several papers, adjusting his glasses as he read through each one, running a hand through his edgy hairstyle as he began to blush.

Seal then knew immediately that Cardinal-Primate Icfella was now thinking he was at the wrong airport and made his way out to greet him and explain the situation.

After some brief pleasantries and a look of surprise on the TurtleShroomer's face when told the jet was for him, he relaxed his shoulders and put the papers back in his luggage.

Extending a firm handshake, Cardinal-Primate Jason introduced himself, first giving the customary greetings a Primate or archbishop extended to people who greet him. Then, he spoke.

"God's peace be upon you. I'm Cardinal-Primate Jason Icfella, representing the Holy Church in the Great Bountiful Empire of TurtleShroom. I am humbled by your selfless, generous offer of such a magnificent aircraft to transport me to my destination."

His luggage was taken and stored as the two ascended the staircase. As a gesture of courtesy, Icfella found an airline employee steady him on his back and shoulders to prevent him from falling again.

They entered the passenger area of the aircraft, and the Cardinal-Primate was again awestruck by the expensive luxuries of the planet. Being offered free service and a fine, multi-course meal, he looked to Seal, hoping he would make the first move on the order.

As the waitress departed to get Icfella's Coca-Cola and Seal's beverage, the Cardinal-Primate spoke.

"So, Mister Seal, what's up? Your hospitality was unexpected, and I thank you for it."



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Postby The Rapture Republic » Mon Jun 10, 2019 5:03 pm

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June 9 2019
8: 40 PM EST


An encrypted message was relayed to Crusader Beach Forces, it was coded with 450 languages from around the world, including dead languages like Latin and tribalspeak aside from languages it had various complex equations that were impossible for a enemy intercepter to translate into the actual which said “Time for Bed” alerting allied forces that a chemical bombardment is underway and should clear the area without making it obvious that something was coming so dummies should probably be crafted to trick the enemy for a little while for the initial assault. With this sent by SilverNet, ten squadrons of Panther Drones, stealth bombers with a stealth field generator where packaged with cluster bombs filled with knockout/sleeping gas that would cause an elephant to collapse with a matter of seconds and cluster bombs filled with Sarin gas that would cleanise a town of its residents. The Sarin would only serve as a paranoid precautionary measure if enemy units had enough endurance to fight the effect so instead, they’ll be distracted by miserable pain from Sarin gas, extremely lethal to the human body no matter how strong you are.

The bombers stormed at great speeds out of the ocean and sped towards Skyhooked targeting positions closest to allied forces but were heavy enough with enemy forces to deliver a devastating blow to the Skyhookedian War effort. All that happens now is the nerve-wracking wait for the silent assault.
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  • In the underwater city, two roles have emerged from the City's ongoing civil war: the City Monitors who defend the peace and the Red Caps who fight against unjust systems. The city's infrastructure is crumbling under its own weight and kinship is snuffed by the paranoia of totalitarianism. Yet the people would be in for a surprise as their virtual overlord have died many years ago as the oppression continues under his name...
  • Not an 1-1 exact replica of Bioshock lore and Rapture City. Only the city's atmosphere and setting is maintained.

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Democratic Exodian Territories
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Postby Democratic Exodian Territories » Mon Jun 10, 2019 7:22 pm

Approx. 4 hours earlier
Azure Beach, Skyhooked


"What the bloody fuck was that? Was it a missile?"
"Looks like a bugging IED went off under us. Didn't feel much like a legit mine, though."
"Dunno. Only the damn hull .50 works. Hull gun and main gun are down, same with our top auxiliary weapons. Can't seem to move either, but that's the treads; the engine and powerpack are fine.
"That's a bloody big dent in the floor; not sure if our baby's going to be operational in terms of movement after this. At least the turret still works..."

"Buggsy, LT's got a nasty concussion. Fish out that medkit right there. Not sure if he's gonna live..."

"Shit, are they cutting through our armor? Are those plasma torches, chainsaws?"
"No, Corporal... Looks like swords. Get the P2S out of your holster and get it the fuck ready."

Scenes like this resonated throughout the battlefield, as Exodian mechanized armor slowly fell to the Veisian aerial troops’ shots and the bladed horde of Knights. Quite a few immobilized tank crews chanced glory with small arms such as carbines, shotguns, submachine guns and handguns- and some, if not most, paid the price, while others got lucky and might’ve had a chance to escape or kill a few Knights as they fell.

The Exodian side returned to parry the attack with a new rush of infantry and armor- Judge APCs, Hellhound II and III infantry fighting vehicles, up-armored Humvees all charged forward under the brief cover of the initial armored charge, accompanied by Walker Gear self-propelled exoskeletons and ASD-2 infantry-assist tracked drones, their operators donning EX-34 powered battle armor/exoskeletons. As heavy weapons systems on the vehicles and the mobile platforms engaged the Knights in the same matter as the Skyhookedian technical trucks, and fresh teams of infantry dismounted from their carriers to engage, swarms of MQ-30 aerial quadrotor drones started to perform overwatch and attack duties, a few breaking away to chase after Veisian aerial troops.

More mechanized armor arrived on the battlefield in the form of Ishmael infantry battle tanks/heavy tanks, an additional smaller complement of Provocateurs (now equipped with engineers’ bulldozing blades) and Instigator railgun-equipped tank destroyers.
Seeing the new attempt to push through with traditional armor by the Elsassians, as well as the addition of supporting railguns, the Exodians were seemingly emboldened. “They think they’ve got it;” the commander of one Provocateur, Lady Bowlegs (T/1358/09) reportedly remarked over radio, “But we’ve got it better.”
True enough, the 150mm hull smoothbore provided an easy target for conventional tank shells and kinetic penetrators, putting many of the normal-variant tanks out of commission before it could reload or respond with denial systems- but the superalloy armor and internal shape, while it did cramp up the loader’s space, saved quite a few lives, with shrapnel and light penetrators from RPGs and handheld anti-tank weapons deflecting off of reactive armor, or shot down by hard-kill defense systems, and catching in the reinforced hull of the tank.
Key word was “likely”.
At the same time, the Ishmaels and engineer-variant Provocateurs, with their protective bulldozing blades and the former with a smaller, less-protruding autocannon or flamethrower instead of a large gun mounted on the hull, again mounted a larger assault on Veisian and KMN positions. The Exodian forces took advantage of the Instigator tank destroyers and Hellhound II-Rs, (variants of the Hellhound light IFV armed with anti-tank railguns) and focused their fire on the KMN mechas and the new presence of Elsassian armor.

In the skies, Exodian Harriers and XF-45s battled back the remaining KMN Hercules fighters while taking slight losses, swinging back and forth between their amphibious assault ships to refuel and re-arm. A few pilots chanced shots at Veisian aerial soldiers with their autocannons, but mainly refrained under the threat of friendly fire.

On the ground, marksman and scout teams on the sides and away from the main fighting still attempted to shoot down the aerial troopers with their 8mm and .50 rifles, a mixture of adrenaline, pentezamin, and hope within their bloodstreams as they fired shot after shot. Likewise, Dragoons in EX-34 armor and gunners on the vehicles blazed fire into the air with handheld automatic shotguns, Gatling guns, plasmacasters and direct-energy weapons, heavy machine guns, as well as assorted small arms, sending clouds of rounds and charged matter to tear through the space between them and their targets.

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Postby Kafair » Mon Jun 10, 2019 8:13 pm

Kafair, Hawaiian Territories
Royal Palace

The Sultan was waiting. As he paced, an aide ran in and knelt.

"My Sultan. We have received information from the allies, and who shall attend."

The Sultan had arranged for the high ranking members of his crusader allies nations to come and have a meeting in Kafair, to discuss the current events and how the war is progressing. He had now received confirmation from all the nations attending, with their diplomate. The aide continued.

"We have confirmed the nations as follows. Of the Nation of Rapture, its head of state Chancellor John Mercer, along with someone called SilverNet will attend. Of the nation of Uvoan, Drakkin Atant, a head diplomate, and Kellaz Etete. Drakkin represents the War Minister Zkto' Zovban, and Kellaz represents the head of state, Zakkin Teno. Of the nation of Veise, (aide breaths in), His Royal Highness, Prince of the White Kingdom of Veise, the Argent Prince Astre Sylvain Claude Pierre Crestet II will attend(aide's face is visible red and he is breathing slightly heavier.) Of the nation of the Knights of Mare Nostrum, Grandmaster Baldassar Cagliares will attend. Of the Ryk, Ryksleier Pieter van der Blekkenhorst shall attend. Of The Chuck, Nathaniel Halsey, Commissioner of The Chuck Office of Commerce & Shipping, will attend. And of course, of the nation of Kafair, His majesty the Sun Lord, Touched of the Sky, Sultan Adil el-Karim II, lord of the Sultanate of Kafair, Bearer of the Torch and protector of the Sun."
"Thank you my servant."

The aid bows and leaves the room. He now hold a list, of all transportation methods. In fact, all of the diplomats were set to arrive within the next hour, each leaving by a specified time to have them arrive at the same time. He held a list of their transport. From Veise, his diplomats were to arrive by airship. It would be kept in the large Royal Campus, where a huge landing area was. From Rapture, they were teleporting, so they were to leave around now, to arrive with everyone else. Uvoan, had a fighter commercial airliner, which would also be landed with the airship. Chuck's man will land on plane, and will too land on the airbase. Ryk and KMN will also arrive by plane. Speaking of planes, he could hear a few overhead now. He must make sure preparations were ready. As he slowly walked off, he could hear the noises of planes landing.
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Postby Veise » Mon Jun 10, 2019 9:46 pm

Air Corps vs. Exodia
It was evident to the Exodians that there was nothing they could reliably hit the Air Corps men with. Being human targets, there wasn't much for anti-air equipment to lock onto, and their altitude was too low anyways. They were too fast for literally any gun the Exodians fielded, boosted with drugs or not. In combat, the Air Corps aux attachment was essentially unstoppable, and their flights often racked up almost a hundred deaths and millions of dollars in destruction. They were not without weakness, however, as their short supply meant that many Air Corps squads did not stay long. There was a mass retreat as more and more flying soldier squads fired off their 'squad retreat' flares, which resulted in a snowballing bandwagon as the entire local attack came to an end to resupply.

The drones that were sent after them functionally had the same perks. With a conventional gun, you were wasting your time trying to hit them, so the Air Corps could not really hit the drones either and simply ran away when attacked. Some casualties were racked up. A few squads still had ammunition, however, and took a few more mechs and infantry squads down on their way back. The only soldier to actually kill any drones was Pascal Chageroix, who slew three separate drones with his 'sidearm', a standard 740 Mercier. A few men shorter, this particular chunk of the Air Corps Auxiliary Volunteers was grounded for a while.

The Exodian Offensive
In the meanwhile, Exodia attacked Veise's frontlines, finding that the powerful guns of the Heavy Infantry was not all there was. The Heavy Infantry were securely encased in mighty fortifications, and a minority of Exodia's attacking force would run into clever yet deadly traps. The Heavy Infantry had company of their own, too: the Yageurs, who returned fire with their metal-punching standard 740 Merciers. Heavy anti-material sniper fire would let loose attempts at disabling or disarming shots upon the Exodian assault, though these snipers were not particularly numerous. Glimmers of purple light roared across the battlefield, in general.

Behind the lines, another chunk of the Air Corps Auxiliary prepared to set off.



The Veiser delegation flew in on a mighty airship, escorted by a pair of super-heavy Veiser aerial battleships. Astre and his guards stepped off the still-levitating ship, strutting with his elbow resting on the pommel of his signature rapier. His usual irritable gaze ran across the Royal Campus, taking in and curating the view. Whether or not he liked it, the world would never know.

"The Prince is here," he stated.
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Postby The Chuck » Tue Jun 11, 2019 12:10 am

Panama Canal, Caribbean Side - MV Northern Star - Neutral Chuckian flagged Freighter

As the MV Northern Star pulled past the Exodian blockade, Captain McMahon looked up and saw an AH-6 Littlebird helicopter flying the colors of CTF-121, the Carribean Anti-Piracy Taskforce. As the bird observed the situation below, Captain McMahon steamed past the attempted blockade and made sure to give a large bird towards the Exodians before steaming off into the Caribbean. After the run in with the blockade, the MV Northern Star pushed onwards towards Trinidad & Tobago.
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Postby The Rapture Republic » Tue Jun 11, 2019 4:15 am

Outside the Imperial Palace


The Chancellor John Mercer and the Defense Minister SilverNet departed for the Kafairic Imperial Palace in the Hawiian Province of the Empire of Kafair. They used a device known as a Teleportarium, which was sensually a watch on the Chancellor’s arm to get from place to place without the necessity of conventional travel by primitive societies like the one he is visiting for some meeting about the ongoing war effort against the Terrorist Forces, when clicking and dialing the coordinates to the Imperial Palace it made a booming sound opening up a dimensional tear with them sitting through. SilverNet would be first arrival from Rapture as the humanoid stepped out scanning the area with the bright sky-ish blue glow from his eyes searching for potential histories that may attempt to sabotage the summit. Zero potential hostiles were detected at this time. SilverNet, radioed the Chancellor who exited the tear as the second and last arrival from Rapture. ”Hm, thought it would be more impressive.” Said the Chancellor, looking at the Palace. He turned looking at SilverNet. ”If anyone does something suspicious, deploy the scrapers. We must delivery a message to those who wish to ruin our journey for justice by crimes committed in Rome.” Scrapers, were self-replicating nanites who would rapidly grow into a great carnivorous swarm by devouring solid or liquid materials alongside with living creatures to increase their number and invoke greater terror to all those who have the displeasure in seeing the scrapers released firsthand, leaving a bloody carnage in their wake. Although, the Chancellor doubted that they would be necessary. As he had a gut feeling, everything will be going smoothly here. ”Understood, My Chancellor.” Responded SilverNet with an obedient short bow as they waited for an escort into the Palace.
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Rapture City

  • In the underwater city, two roles have emerged from the City's ongoing civil war: the City Monitors who defend the peace and the Red Caps who fight against unjust systems. The city's infrastructure is crumbling under its own weight and kinship is snuffed by the paranoia of totalitarianism. Yet the people would be in for a surprise as their virtual overlord have died many years ago as the oppression continues under his name...
  • Not an 1-1 exact replica of Bioshock lore and Rapture City. Only the city's atmosphere and setting is maintained.

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