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Postby Layarteb » Wed Nov 13, 2019 7:21 pm



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Tuesday, September 10th, 2019 | 08:30 hrs [UTC+12]

South Pacific Ocean | Fiji
17° 50' 49" S, 177° 59' 53" E






The Imperial Layartebian Marine Corps deployed, on all amphibious ready groups, a sizeable contingent of men. All told, it was over five thousand men and they made up the core of the ILMC, the Marine Expeditionary Brigade. That brigade had six battalions arranged in three regiments. In one regiment was an assault battalion with one tank, two mechanized, and one light artillery company. A medical battalion existed in the same regiment to provide mobile hospital support in theater. It was a fully capable, combat-support hospital that could be deployed anywhere in the world with port access. The other two regiments consisted of two infantry battalions apiece and each battalion had three rifle and one weapons company. It was the rifle company that was the true core of the Marines' capabilities.

While two of those rifle companies and a number of smaller reconnaissance and special forces units had already deployed to Fiji, putting over a thousand men on the ground, the main invasion had yet to begin. The true thrust of the invasion would see the deployment of both mechanized companies into Suva and Nadi and the tank company into Suva where the heavy armor would be a stark contrast to anything the Fijian military had possessed, let alone Bray's men had seen or expected. It wasn't necessarily expected that the heavy tanks of the tank company would do much fighting but rather it was the psychological effect of a tank that the marines wanted to utilize. At best, Bray's men had technicals and at worst they were infantrymen without basic necessities such as helmets and body armor. Against a tank, they stood no chance regardless.

In advance of the eventual landings, two more recon platoons were deployed via helicopter to Suva and Nadi. There, they were put down in the vicinity of the landing areas, which they moved to and secured. Attack helicopters and Harriers circled overhead and the first landing craft departed their well decks at 08:30 bringing the two mechanized companies ashore first. Those landings ultimately went off without a hitch as Bray's men had already taken to fleeing to their sanctuaries throughout the cities and the jungles of Fiji, hoping to avoid the justice that was coming for them. All told, the trip onboard the LCACs was barely twenty minutes and then it was another few minutes to offload the armored personnel carriers and infantry fighting vehicles. It would take two trips to bring all of the vehicles ashore for each company but it would not impede the ability of the company to fight. To bring ashore the tank company would require another four trips, two to bring ashore the tanks and two for the assault elements that made up the rest of the company.

By the time the tank company was coming ashore at Suva, the landing site was more than secure. From there it was simply a matter of the units reaching out to secure their objectives. Helicopters would bring ashore two additional rifle companies to both Nadi and Suva to provide support. Later on that afternoon, the large, medical battalion would deploy. Requiring twenty-five acres of area to deploy it's 296-bed footprint, the medical battalion would be shuttled largely via air to a spot of open land just south of the Rewa River in the just northeast of Nakasi, approximately ten to fifteen kilometers from the center of Suva, close enough for helicopter evacuation and not terribly far by vehicle either. To support it, another rifle company would be deployed nearby to prevent Bray's men from making a run on the largely defenseless camp.

Three marine weapons companies would be deployed throughout the morning as well, two to support operations in Suva and Nadi and a third to support the medical battalion in Nakasi, providing additional firepower from nearby. By mid-afternoon, the military would have deployed five of twelve rifle companies, three of four weapons companies, three of four recon platoons, the entirety of its two mechanized, medical, and tank companies, and associated special forces units. That was quite a bit of manpower but it was focused solely on Suva and Nadi with much of the inner and outer regions of Fiji's main island uncovered. This would allow Bray's men to slip away into the jungle; although, they wouldn't be able to hide out for long. Plans for the second day of operations would see a sizeable force of marines - four rifle companies worth - deploying to the island to support operations around the rest of the island.



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Postby Layarteb » Sun Dec 01, 2019 2:58 pm



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Tuesday, September 10th, 2019 | 09:30 hrs [UTC-5]

Layarteb City, New York | Fortress of Comhghall
40° 41' 28" N, 74° 0' 58" W






While the clocks had only turned to Wednesday in Fiji a few hours earlier, they were decidedly still on Tuesday in Layarteb City. The first day of operations on Fiji had finished and they had been widely successful. In the War Room, the Emperor entered just before 09:30 to receive a briefing on how those operations had gone. Within the next three hours, Chairman-General Barnes would give an unclassified version of the same briefing to the press. Many details would be left out so as not to jeopardize the highly secretive nature of military operations. To the Emperor and the National Security Council however, the presence of top-secret clearance meant for a more detailed briefing.

"Sir, we've had a very good day of operations," Chairman-General Barnes began. He'd be flipping through sides and maps on the television to ensure that those present could follow through with where he was speaking. "Initial operations commenced just before midnight on Monday. Mind you, it is presently Wednesday there. Monday would have been our Sunday, to make it simple.

"Delta assaulted the Presidential Mansion in hopes of capturing Bray but he was able to escape prior to their arrival. We had good intel on his presence but he utilized underground tunnels to escape and we were unable to follow. The assault did leave two Delta commandos wounded and saw twenty-five hostiles killed and three captured. From there, we began major operations against Fiji. Aerial and infantry forces assaulted and secured both airports in Suva and Nadi with a total of fifteen wounded and four killed between both locations. OPFOR casualties are two hundred and thirteen killed, forty-eight wounded, and thirty-nine captured. Both airports are in our possession and they are secure. Indigenous forces who were not on board with Bray are assisting us hold security.

"An assault on the military headquarters in Suva is thus far our worst outcome. JSOC lost two helicopters and four more were heavily damaged. We suffered eight dead and twenty-five wounded; however, the barracks were secured at a cost of eighty-one dead and nine injured and captured amongst Bray's men.

"We moved on Fintel Tower and the Mount Nakombalevu radio tower to secure communications on the island. Fintel was secured without shots fired; however, SEALS attacking Mount Nakombalevu suffered four injured. Hostiles killed were twenty-four killed and seven wounded and captured but interesting enough sir, Brays men weren't holding Nakombalevu."

"Fijians?"

"No sir, Filipinos."

"Well we always had suspicions that Bray and the Filipinos were in league. I guess this is our confirmation."

"Yes sir it is. We struck Bray's camp with an airstrike that left seventy-nine fighters and thirty-one civilians killed. We were unaware that civilians were being used as human shields and ground intelligence had been unable to ascertain the composition of forces at his camp. The strike effectively neutralized the camp. Last of the major targets struck was the Walu Bay Naval Base where all patrol boats were sunk at their moorings.

"The major invasion thrust by the marines began shortly thereafter. There has been significant fighting in not only Suva and Nadi but also the peripheral areas as well. We've put an estimate of as many as twenty-one hundred hostiles operating in Fiji. We suspect that included in this number are at least half of these are Filipino soldiers."

"What about the threat from the Japanese?"

"Unknown at this time sir,"
Chairman-General Barnes admitted, "right now, intel is sparse on the presence of Japanese soldiers on Fiji. We know they've supported the Filipinos but whether that's extended to Bray and his camp remains to be seen."

"How are we on civilian casualties right now?"

"We have a confirmed nine killed and two dozen injured sir, mostly from crossfire at the airport. Most of Bray's men appear to have fled out of the cities and into the surrounding jungles and villages. It is entirely possible sir that we will face some unnecessary collateral damage during those operations, which are commencing today. Given the sheer size of the island and the undeveloped, rural nature of most of it, it is highly likely that Bray's men will shift to a guerilla strategy, especially if the Filipinos take charge. We are also in the dark as to the size and the scope of Bray's men on the surrounding islands of the archipelago.

"Our focus today will be on Viti Levu but we will move a unit to Vanua Levu on day three of operations sir. We do not know what capabilities Bray's men have on that island."

"What do we know about Bray? His whereabouts that is?"

"Well sir not much,"
Minister Flores answered. "We know he was in the mansion in Suva up to an hour prior to our assault. He could have departed as the helicopters became audible or earlier. It's entirely possible sir that he had men in a trawler watching our ships for activity and bolted the moment he got a code word. We were not jamming communications at the time of the assault as we did not want to signal our intentions.

"Ultimately sir, he could be on the main island or he could have escaped to one of the other islands. I suspect sir that his intention will be to hide out for as long as possible. We suspect he might try to make a run for the Philippines, whether by boat or by air."

"By air?"
The Emperor sounded shocked, "How far is it?"

"Approximately forty-one hundred miles to Davao sir. We have completely closed Fijian airspace so there are no inbound flights. If he's to get out he'll get out with whatever he has there. We suspect he may have a private plane stashed somewhere sir and we suspect, given the nature of him hiding it, that it would not be a very large aircraft, which would mean he couldn't get to the Philippines direct. He'd likely need to stop over at a location along the way. The likeliest spot would be on New Britain. That would essentially cut the distance in half sir."

"How long can we keep the airspace closed?"

"Long enough sir,"
responded Minister Sanders of Defense, "our plan will put serious pressure on Bray and his men, along with the Filipino advisors supporting them. Our intention is to spook Bray into running."

"What if he runs via sea?"

"We're monitoring naval traffic as well but he would need a very large boat to get that far and it would expose him for longer. We believe he'll go by air sir,"
Minister Sanders concluded.

"Well then, by all means, keep the pressure up to force his retreat. He won't want to be captured, that is for sure."

"No sir he won't,"
responded Chairman-General Barnes. "If he runs, we'll catch him."



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Postby Layarteb » Wed Dec 04, 2019 9:00 pm



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Wednesday, September 11th, 2019 | 16:00 hrs [UTC+12]

Suva, Fiji | Presidential Mansion
18° 9' 7" S, 178° 25' 33" E






Organized resistance rapidly began to diminish over the course of Tuesday into Wednesday. Layartebian forces landed two companies of marines on Vanua Levu to secure Lambasa and Savusavu but Bray's forces on Vanua Levu were few and far between with fewer than one hundred persons between both settlements. Fighting was relatively minor and aside from one firefight in each settlement, Bray's men put up no further resistance there. Yet, as marines pressed through Viti Levu, they were wholly unaware that Bray's forces were crumbling, not that he had many remaining. The intensity of the initial day's assaults left Bray's forces largely shattered and most of them, cowards that they were, retreated into the jungles to hide out in villages familiar to them. Bray's biggest draw came from these rural villages and so they returned to what they knew. Marines would take time to visit these villages, looking for Bray's men.

By dawn on Wednesday, organized resistance existed in name only. Fighting rapidly subsided in Suva and Nadi. Total air superiority by the navy and the drive with which the marines fought overwhelmed and destroyed Bray's forces before they ever had a chance. It would still take a few days for Layartebian forces to comb every island of the archipelago and thoroughly comb both of the larger islands but they would be more like an acting police force at that point, working in conjunction with the reinstated Fijian police and Fijian military. Their main objective, following Wednesday, would be the arrest of Bray's men and it was no difficult task in doing so. Many of them returned to their homes and so the police, armed with information from Bray's brief occupation and backed by the marines, simply visited each village and rounded them up for punishment.

However, before this could even happen, Jimi Ridgeway was returned to the Presidential Mansion to quite a bit of pomp and circumstance. We was flown in onboard an MV-22B Osprey, where he gallantly walked down the rear ramp and into the Presidential Mansion, waving to cameramen from the press and supporters who had been brought out for this homecoming. Layartebian special forces flanked either side of him in case someone tried to take a pot shot at him but there was no one left to do such a thing. He didn't give any remarks on his entrance to the mansion, rather waiting until late afternoon.

With television cameras rolling, Ridgeway sat behind his desk and gave a speech to his nation, smiling the entire time. He thanked the "generosity" of the Empire for removing Jacob Bray from power. He spoke of justice for the crimes that Bray's men committed and called for a time of healing. He wanted the people of Fiji to know he'd never abandoned them, despite retreating from the island. He stated that he'd been lobbying the world powers to unseat Bray and the Empire had answered the call. He thanked the marines and the special forces as well and vowed justice for Jacob Bray, "wherever he may be hiding." It was far from a monumental speech but it was good enough for the moment and it was his speech that told the people of Fiji that they were safe, once again. Fijians took to the streets to celebrate, overwhelmingly supportive of the Layartebians for what they'd done, wholly unaware of just what transpired while Ridgeway was away from Fiji. Some of the truth would come out and they had yet to know that Fiji was going to be on its way to being a Layartebian client state, annexed into the Coral Republic. Ridgeway would need to sell that to his people but that was for him to worry about, when the time came.

Casualties for the conflict had been somewhat on the lighter side. Layartebian forces suffered an overall thirty-two killed and one hundred and forty-six wounded with the single worst incident taking place at the military barracks where Delta lost two helicopters, eight men, and suffered twenty-five wounded. Bray's men, which were estimated to be about one thousand to twelve hundred suffered five hundred and forty killed and two hundred and nineteen wounded. There were a further three hundred and sixty-eight persons captured between the war itself and the subsequent arrests. Filipino forces suffered seventy killed, four hundred and seventeen wounded and a sizeable three hundred and eighty-two captured. The entire Filipino contingent to Fiji was killed, wounded, or captured and the vast majority of their casualties were suffered in and around Suva. Seventy-one civilians were killed, thirty-one being held at Bray's camp and the rest across Nadi, Suva, and Viti Levu.

The Fijian military was utterly devastated by the short conflict. Airstrikes sunk the entirety of its navy and whatever light armor they had was destroyed as it was being used by Bray's men. There was considerable damage to the military barracks and other military targets and both airports on Viti Levu would need significant repairs as a result of the firefights between the marines and Bray's men. In contrast, little in the way of Layartebian equipment was destroyed. JSOC lost two helicopters destroyed and nine damaged but all reparable. The navy had a half dozen damaged helicopters and one Osprey that was shot down and crashed near Nadi. The marines had some damage to their vehicles and one armored personnel carrier destroyed and two infantry fighting vehicles disabled.

Poling in the aftermath would show broad support in the Empire for the conflict, especially when the truth of Bray's coup and his cult had been revealed. On Fiji, relief from Bray's ouster was far from hidden. When the truth came out just how extensive Bray's killing campaign was and what he'd planned, they were more than happy to have him gone. How they would feel about the annexation, which would be down the road, was another story.

Then, naturally, the Philippines condemned the Empire for its involvement in Fiji's affairs. Behind the scenes, they were brokering for a release of their personnel who'd been caught in Fiji. The Filipino government would deny allegations that its advisors participated in any murder and sanctioned killings by Bray's government, even when evidence was presented to the contrary. They had no moral high ground to stand on, especially not when average Fijians began to file complaints against them. For the Layartebians, releasing the Filipinos would not placate the Fijian people and so they were not immediately released or classified as POWs but rather as criminals being held by the Fijian authorities, even if they had Layartebian rifles pointed at them. It was all semantics naturally but the people of Fiji wanted justice and the Empire was all too happy to give it to them at the expense of the Philippines.



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Postby Layarteb » Sun Dec 08, 2019 8:31 pm



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Monday, September 16th, 2019| 06:15 hrs [UTC+12]

South Pacific Ocean | 90 nautical miles north of Nadi, Fiji
16° 23' 10" S, 177° 46' 25" E






"Tally ho, I've got him down at 11 o'clock and climbing out," Lieutenant John "Cobra" Garrison said as he spotted a small, two-engine aircraft below and in front of his aircraft a few miles away.

"Two, I see him, looks like he's coming up, got him on radar now," answered his wingman, Lieutenant (Junior Grade) David "Alligator" Sinclair, "he doesn't know we're here yet."

"Roger that, I'm going to go ID him, you hang back I don't want him knowing you're here."

"Gonna be hard lead,"
Sinclair said as he looked at his airspeed, "guy's barely doing two hundred knots."

"Well don't stall,"
Garrison answered as he tipped his aircraft over and went into a dive, retarding the throttles so as to avoid overshooting the plane. He intended to come up from below and behind, easing over to the port side of the climbing propeller plane to establish a visual contact with the pilot. There hadn't been any attempts to contact the aircraft via radio and they wouldn't do that until a visual identification was had, particular of the type and the tail number.

The plane was a Cessna 441 otherwise known as the Conquest II and it was a very capable aircraft. Capable of seating up to nine passengers, it was pressurized so that it could cruise at thirty-five thousand feet, which meant that its range was nearly 2,200 nautical miles, far more than any other aircraft in its class. It also had a maximum speed of three hundred knots so that it was a relatively fast aircraft for its size though its cruising speed would be around two hundred and sixty knots. The plane was, presently, just over two hundred as the pilot eased her up from barely fifty feet off of the water up towards cruising altitude.

Garrison and Sinclair were both flying the AV-8E Harrier II and they'd been tasked with on-call close air support when the call came in about a suspicious aircraft departing a thought-to-be-abandoned airstrip just west of Naidi on the island of Vanua Levu. It had taken the Harriers a few minutes to reposition themselves and then the search began. They'd had to double back a few times as the aircraft, which was flying almost too slow for their radars to pick up, skirted along the ground. They'd had intermittent radar contact with the aircraft as it crossed over the water but it wasn't now, until the aircraft was beginning to climb, that they got a good radar lock on it, enough to vector in and spot the aircraft. In the rising sun, they'd been glad that the aircraft was flying westwards or they might have had a harder time spotting it.

Garrison dropped to below and slowed down, matching the speed of the climbing Cessna and he eased the throttle forward and backwards as needed, flying not with his eyes to the controls but radar to his HUD and the Cessna to the starboard side of his aircraft. As he came up from underneath and along side the Cessna, he kept about one hundred meters away ready to increase power and turn hard to the port side if needed to escape an imminent collision. Intercepts like this were always dangerous because a pilot never knew what he was going to find or how hostile the other pilot was going to be. "All right I'm in contact," Garrison said as he popped up just next to the Cessna and looked over to his right. "Unidentified Cessna, this is ILN Harrier to your port side, respond, over," he said over the guard frequency. He could clearly see movement in the cockpit so he knew that whoever was flying was conscious but he wasn't getting a response and so he repeated his request again. This is where it got dangerous and where tension began to rise. He was an armed attack aircraft and this, a Cessna, stood no chance.

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Monday, September 16th, 2019| 05:30 hrs [UTC+12][

Savusavu, Vanua Levu, Fiji | Savusavu Airport
16° 47' 57" S, 179° 20' 20" E






The sky was lightening quickly to the east as the sun headed towards the horizon and at this predawn hour, time was of the essence for Dixon Savua. Dixon was seated in the cockpit of a Cessna 441 Conquest II in the righthand seat, going through his checklist as fast as he could. He'd already gone through most of the steps but the few that remained were steps he simply couldn't skip. Only minutes earlier, his aircraft had been pushed out of its hiding place at the airport, a locked hangar at the end of the runway. Layartebian marines had overflown the airport several times since they'd arrived but no ground troops had yet to go there, despite the airport's lucrative positioning. He suspected it was simply because they preferred to land their helicopters closer to the makeshift base they'd set up further to the north. Thus, for all intents and purposes, the airport appeared to be abandoned.

Dixon had flown there from Suva only hours before the Layartebian troops opened up with Operation CACTUS THORN. By keeping low, flying at night, and keep his lights off, he'd managed to make the otherwise treacherous trek to Vanua Levu without issue though he'd had to utilize the terrain on Viti Levu to his advantage. A former pilot for the nation's air force, he was well versed with that kind of flying, though he'd mainly flown helicopters, not light aircraft. Still, he could easily fly either. He'd been the primary pilot on many of Bray's death flights, taking political prisoners over the archipelago's waters and holding his helicopter in hover while Bray's goons pushed people out of the cabin to fall to their deaths. It was for this reason he wanted to flee Fiji. He'd heard about the arrests that the police and the marines were making so he knew it was just a matter of time before he was found out and picked up by them.

His plan was to fly to Rabaul, refuel, and then fly onto Davao. He'd have to stretch the range of his Cessna just to get there but he knew he could do it, so long as he kept his payload light. For his luggage, he took only the essentials, a few pairs of clothes, identification, his service weapon, and the necessary documents to a bank account being held in the Cayman Islands with $1 million in funds that were to be his once he claimed them. He would do so in Davao shortly after he landed, aiming to live a very lowkey life in the Philippines, protected by the government from Layartebian extradition, or so he hoped. To sweeten the deal, he'd agree to take some passengers with him but now he was going to be overweight for the flight he had to make.

His plan would be to stay low and huge the terrain and the water until he was at least a hundred nautical miles from Fiji, then he would climb up to cruising altitude, conserve as much fuel as he could, and hope he could coast into Rabaul without flaming out, knowing that it was going to be tight. He was hoping for a favorable tailwind as well because he knew he couldn't divert to any of the island groups along the way, for they were all controlled by the Empire and he was flying without a flight plan, something airport officials would find immediately suspicious and investigate.

With several steps left to go, Dixon turned around in the cockpit and looked to the cabin behind him. "Listen, we have a problem," that got this three passengers' attention, "we're too heavy. Two of you have to go."

"But what? You said…"

"We're barely going to make it as it is. With all three of you, we'll miss by two hundred miles. That means we crash into the sea. You have two minutes to figure this out or I'll leave without you. Settle it outside."

"C'mon, let us go,"
the man said to the two women with him, "we will hide from the marines. They'll never find us here and we'll sneak out a different way."

"Will we?"

"I will never leave you behind,"
the man said with a smile to the women. "Come, let's leave. You can fly by yourself!" He spat onto the floor and the three of them climbed out of the aircraft. Dixon went back to his checklist and he hardly flinched when he heard the two gunshots echo across the tarmac. The man got back inside and shut the cabin door taking his seat back in the cabin. "I really liked those two," he said, as if in passing.

"I'm sorry but there was no other way," Dixon responded, "we're ready to go. Please tell me they aren't blocking us."

"No, they're behind the plane, now let's get the fuck out of here."

"Yes sir,"
Dixon answered and he cranked up the engines. They were airborne a few moments later. Dixon kept the plane low as he banked over the water and then made a gradual turn to the north, crossing back over the island's green carpet. They were twenty minutes into the flight when the sun rose behind them.

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Monday, September 16th, 2019| 06:20 hrs [UTC+12]

South Pacific Ocean | 90 nautical miles north of Nadi, Fiji
16° 17' 41" S, 177° 31' 10" E






"Unidentified Cessna, this is ILN Harrier to your port side, respond, over," echoed in Dixon's ears and in those of his passenger who'd taken a seat next to him shortly after takeoff. The two of them were taking by surprise when the Harrier appeared alongside them and Dixon was shocked into acting. He held the plane in its steady climb, his eyes on the gauges to make sure that he didn't upset it.

"Do not respond," his passenger responded sharply, "we have radio trouble."

"They're going to shoot us down."

"No they are not,"
the passenger said, looking out of the window, "they're not carrying any missiles. It is only rocket pods and bombs. They were on a ground attack mission."

"They have guns."


The passenger laughed, "The Layartebians don't train their pilots in dogfighting anymore. Everything today is missiles from fifty miles away. They would waste all of their ammunition. Besides there is only one of them."

"I don't think so."

"I am making the decisions here,"
he snapped sharply, "or do I have to throw you out of the airplane?"

"No,"
Dixon answered. In his head, he began to pray because he doubted that Layartebian pilots weren't capable of employing their guns or that there was only one plane. No fighter went out alone, not even for a "routine intercept." Dixon suspected the other one was behind him but far enough back that he couldn't be easily seen. The other aircraft might have missiles or might be the better dogfighter of the two. There was no sense trying to reason with his passenger for Jacob Bray was beyond reason. He was a foolish man who'd gotten them both killed, of this Dixon was sure.

"Can you hold this plane steady?"

"Yes."

"I am going to shoot him down."

"Shoot him down!"
Dixon was more than perturbed by this. Jacob looked out of the window and gave a thumb's up hand signal. Then he pointed to his headphones and gave a swipe across his throat as if to say that the radio was dead. Then he got up and walked back into the cabin, quickly going to his belongings to retrieve his AKS-74U assault rifle. He put his back to the Harrier, if just to hide what he was doing, not that the pilot could easily see into the plane. He racked a magazine and charged a round, flipping the safety off before returning to the cockpit.

"Yes I am going to open the window and fire at him. I will aim for the cockpit and I will shoot through his canopy. If you hold this steady, I cannot miss."

"All right,"
Dixon said, having no other choice. He had to admit that the idea was a good one but he also knew that this Harrier wasn't alone since aircraft didn't go out alone. He suspected that if Bray were capable enough at shooting and killing the pilot, the wingman would hose them. If they were unsuccessful, it wouldn't matter. What neither of them knew was that the 5.45x39mm round of the AKS-74U would not do the kind of damage that Bray was hoping, primarily because his rounds were full metal jacketed rounds and not penetrating rounds but also because the bullet was incapable of penetrating more than thickness of the aircraft's fuselage.

"Okay here is what I want you to do," Bray said, "are you listening?" Dixon nodded, "Level us off and then, after I shoot him, you must dive, you must outmaneuver him in case I do not get him. You can make him stall, can you not?"

Dixon looked at the altimeter. They were just passing through 10,000 feet so Bray could open the window without making them both pass out from the lack of oxygen; however, there was no way he could outmaneuver a fighter plane. Still, he knew Bray wouldn't listen and so he just gave a thumb's up and leveled off the aircraft. Bray smiled and opened the window, sticking his hand out to wave to the Harrier. The Harrier leveled off and Bray figured the distance for about 200 meters and he wasn't wrong. Nudging the gun barrel up to the window, he kept waving but, in a very rapid movement, he raised the gun, looked down the sight, tried to aim outwards a little, and then he squeezed on the trigger. Flames barked from his rifle's muzzle and the Harrier rapidly tipped over and dove. Bray quickly slammed the window shut and shouted, "I got him! Now fly!" Dixon did as he was ordered, knowing that it wouldn't be long now.

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Monday, September 16th, 2019| 06:22 hrs [UTC+12]

South Pacific Ocean | 90 nautical miles north of Nadi, Fiji
16° 17' 41" S, 177° 31' 10" E






Garrison had been alongside the Cessna for a few seconds when he saw the hand gestures. "Foxtrot Zulu, I've established communication. They're saying their radio is out, over."

"Mustang Four-One, tail code match?"

"It's a match."

"Maintain contact."

"Roger that, wait a second, window's opening, he's gesturing…"
Garrison was watching to his right. His hands remained on both the stick and the throttle and he watched as Jacob Bray's hand came out of the window and waved. They were at ten thousand feet and opening a window didn't seem smart to Garrison but he also didn't think whoever was in the plane was being smart anyway. It was then that he got the first really good look at Jacob Bray's face. He hadn't been shown a picture beforehand but he would remember the face easily.

"Say again Mustang?"

"He's gesturing…oh shit!"
Garrison shouted as he advanced his throttles and yanked the stick over to the left as hard as he could, all at the same time. He didn't hear the pinging of rifle rounds on his airframe but there was no mistaking the gun barrel and the muzzle blast from it as Bray laid on the trigger. "He's just shot at me."

"Say again Mustang? Shot at you?"

"Roger that, he's just shot at me."

"Mustang it's a Cessna."

"No shit, shot at me with an assault rifle. Request permission to engage."

"Cleared hot Mustang Four-One, Alpha Bravo,"
came a third voice, one that hadn't been in on the communication thus far. The voice was Vice Admiral Gardener, who'd was the acting commanding officer at the moment. Listening in from his command ship, Gardener had listened to the readback of the tail code and had it presented to him as a positive ID on an aircraft that had been witnessed departing Suva, likely with Jacob Bray on board. The behavior of the plane, thus far, and the bodies at the airstrip suggested that Jacob Bray was onboard and so he'd given that order.

"Roger that Alpha Bravo, two, this one's yours."

"Two, wilco,"
answered Sinclair as he flipped his Master Arm switch from "Off" to "On" and switched his HUD mode to dogfight. With his gun selected, the HUD flipped to show the gunsight targeting reticle. With the Cessna locked on already by the aircraft's radar, it wouldn't be much to shoot down the plane. However, that was when Dixon started maneuvering. Sinclair, focused in on the target, immediately broke into maneuvers. He sped up to close the distance but kept the target in his sights. There wasn't much maneuvering to do as the Cessna could hardly turn like fighter aircraft. The maneuvers that Dixon made appeared - to Sinclair at least - as basic jinking maneuvers and nothing more. There weren't any elaborate turns or maneuvers to be made and for that reason, Sinclair merely had to fly to the target and fire at the opportune time.

It would only be a matter of seconds before he got an optimal sight line on the target. The reticle passed over the Cessna and Sinclair gave a quick squeeze on the trigger. The GAU-24/A Vulcan II rotary cannon almost immediately - though there was an imperceptible lag while the barrels spun up - barked fire. The GAU-24/A was a four-barrel Gatling gun that fired the powerful 30x150mmB shell, the same shell used by other Layartebian fighters. The spin up lasted a half-second and after that, the first rounds tore through the sky at over 3,360 feet per second. Twenty-five rounds exited in the half second trigger pull and those rounds, high-explosive in nature, tore through the unarmored Cessna. Sinclair's shot had been on the aircraft's right side and the rounds tore through the cabin, the wing root, and the cockpit as he'd fired with the aircraft on an ascending maneuver. The pilot had virtually flown into the rounds and the devastation to the plane was catastrophic.

The jinking stopped, the aircraft nosed over, and Sinclair gave another burst on the plane. This salvo of rounds, roughly the same number, tore through the fuselage and the entire aircraft exploded into a ball of fire as the fuel tanks blew from the high-explosive rounds. "Mustang Four-Two, splash," Sinclair said as he pulled off target and watched as the fragments of the aircraft plummeted to the sea below.

"Roger that, confirm that the Cessna is gone."

"Mustang Four, note position and RTB."

"Roger that, we're RTB."
The two Harriers joined up and headed back to their flattop where they'd land and have their gun camera footage analyzed. In addition, the FLIR pod had captured a good visual image of Bray in the cockpit but whether or not it would be clear enough to get a positive ID was unknown this early in the game.



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Postby -The United Federation of Nations- » Mon Dec 09, 2019 7:03 am

Captain Edward Ross, UDF Navy
USS Avenger, Off Suva
The Republic of Fiji
Monday 16th September 2019, 0630hrs Local Time




“Cesena confirmed down by Layartebian Harriers, Sir,” Commander Denzel Lynch reported crisply.

Captain Ross nodded sharply to acknowledge the report as he stood in the Combat Information Centre of the Avenger as it remained, much as it had for the past several months, cruising off of the Republic of Fiji. The Layartebians had likely been less than thrilled by even a ‘friendly’ warship remaining so close to their operations, but the Federation Cruiser had maintained a respectful distance and any attempts to get it to move further way had been met by a polite, but firm, refusal. As such, the Avenger had spent much of the past several months observing the Layartebian build-up and operations, on the orders of Defence Force Command who felt that, although the Federation Council’s decision had been to refuse the erstwhile President Ridgeway’s request for assistance, that the Federation had a vested interest in affairs in the Pacific and would not side-line itself completely. So the Avenger had simply sat there, quiet and out of the way, but watching everything carefully and closely. The Avenger was equipped with one of the most powerful naval radars in the world, the Type 1045 SAMPSON Multi-Function Air Tracking Radar, and her combat management systems had allowed her to keep an eye on the campaign without too much difficulty.

It was via the SAMPSON radar that the Avenger had watched the Imperial Layartebian Navy Harriers be vectored to intercept an unidentified Cesena fleeing the island, presumably with the deposed Bray on-board, and had been less than surprised when the aircraft had been shot down by the Harriers. With the Layartebian operation on Fiji already a resounding success, and the monster behind the depravities of Fiji almost certainly dead, it brought an end to this entire sorry story. For Captain Ross, who had sat powerlessly whilst the situation on Fiji had deteriorated, he could not help but feel that the Federation should have done more, although he understood why the Council had made the decision it had; Ridgeway was not exactly the paragon of virtue himself although he was, obviously, the better of two bad options. The Federation had a longstanding reputation of not involving itself in the purely internal affairs of another sovereign nation-state, although it would freely accept refugees and offer what humanitarian support it could; by and large, this was a policy that had done far more good than it had done harm.

Moreover, with more new member-states joining the Federation now than at any other time in the nation’s history, it was understandable that the Federation Council would be cautious about intervening in any case. Never the less, the situation in Fiji had demonstrated that the Pacific, once considered a tense if stable stand-off, had the possibility to flare. This meant that the Federation could not afford to continue ignoring the region to the extent that it had, especially if, as early reports from the Federation Special Envoy to New Zealand seemed to indicate, the Federation would soon find itself with a member-state in the region, if the polling in New Zealand that indicated support for pro-Federation candidates was anything to go by. The Republic of New Zealand had been under the rule of a nationalist President for most of the last decade, but large minority of the New Zealand Congress favoured a more open outlook, including Federation membership, and had been able to lobby for the assignment of a Federation Special Envoy, against the wishes of the nationalist President Robert Haines. The upcoming election, with polling suggesting a close victory for the pro-Federation candidate, Sophia Rowling, was being carefully watched by the Federation.

After all, New Zealand joining the Federation would dramatically change the balance of power in the South Pacific.

Indeed, once Avenger was finished at Fiji, she had orders to deploy to New Zealand to provide a presence during the election, although they would be carefully out of sight to avoid any impression of impropriety. However, rather than heading straight for New Zealand the Avenger would first make her way to the British Naval Base on Samoa, where the ship’s crew would be able to enjoy some shore leave after several months at sea. Ross knew that his people were looking forward to the opportunity to let their hair down, after all there had been a great deal of frustration about simply sitting here and watching, and another long cruise off New Zealand had not been Ross’ idea of the best thing for his crew’s morale. Fortunately, his superiors had agreed and authorised the shore leave, with the appropriate arrangements being made with the British, saving the Avenger a time-consuming cruise across the Pacific.

“Would you say we have any more business here, Commander?” Ross asked after a time.

“I’d say not, Sir,” Commander Lynch replied. “God knows we ought to get out of these Fijian weeds as soon as possible.”

Ross smiled slightly at his Executive Officer’s comment. As much as he had shared his crew’s frustrations, Ross knew that there was a very good reason behind the Federation’s policy of avoiding domestic entanglements in a foreign nation wherever possible. Without both proper strategic vision, and political support, not to mention the presence of friendly elements inside that nation, such interventions were fraught with issues. That wasn’t to say that the Federation, and in particular Federation Intelligence and FEDSOC (Federation Special Operations Command), didn’t conduct such missions in various nation-states, but the Federation Security Committee, a standing committee of the Federation Council responsible for intelligence and national security matters, was very, very picky in which operations it endorsed, and few Federation Presidents would embark on such endeavours without the support of these six Federation Councillors. The simple fact of the matter was that Fiji had not met that threshold, and given the serious doubts in the Federation Government about the future of Fiji, even now, it was perhaps a good thing.

“I couldn’t agree more, Commander,” Ross smiled wryly. “Let’s get out of here, set a course for Samoa, Commander, and get us underway.”

“Aye, Sir.”

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Tuesday, October 1st, 2019| 14:00 hrs [UTC-5]

Layarteb City, New York | Fortress of Comhghall
40° 41' 28" N, 74° 0' 58" W






With Operation CACTUS THORN now approximately three weeks ago, a sense of normalcy was starting to return to Fiji. President Jimi Ridgeway, back in office, had announced a new national holiday on September 12 to commemorate the end of Jacob Bray's rule, when the final units of Bray's army surrendered to Layartebian forces. By now, the bodies had been carted off and the blood washed from the pavement. Air traffic had resumed at the archipelago's airports but some, especially those on the main island, still bore the scars of combat. Resorts were open but there were more empty than occupied rooms, despite the heavy discounts the resorts were offering tourists. Reconciliation and rehabilitation were still a long way off as Fijians struggled to cope with what had happened to their peaceful nation. Jacob Bray's rise to power had ushered in a nightmare for Fiji, especially the Indo-Fijians who Bray had specifically targeted for execution.

Every day, the local news services ran stories of Layartebian marines and Fijian policemen capturing the remnants of Bray's militia. Despite Bray's rule over the country, the Fijian police never gave into support him. Instead, they kept tabs on Bray's men so that when the end came, they could arrest them, which is what they did day-after-day. Those who knew what was in store for them either committed suicide or were killed in gunfights with their would-be captors. For those who were captured, one of two grim and grisly fates awaited them. Fiji, hardly equipped to deal with this level of criminal prosecutions, had turned to the Empire and accepted a Layartebian-brokered deal on how to handle captives. Not without controversy, Ridgeway and the acting government backed and approved legislation that subjected those who fought for or with Bray to military trials rather than civilian trials. For those facing charges of murder and rape, this allowed them to be sentenced to death, something Fiji's civilian courts could not do. For those facing other charges, they could receive very length prison sentences, to be served in Fiji.

Yet Fiji lacked a prison large or secure enough for these captives and so the Layartebians had sprang into action. Seabees had been deployed to Lakeba Island, where an airport allowed them to bring in heavy equipment. This island, chosen both because of the airport but also because of the lack of resorts, would be home to a newly-built, special-purpose prison camp, which would be more than capable of housing the hundreds upon hundreds of detainees. The prison itself, while on Fijian soil and subjected to Fijian regulations, would be administered by the Layartebians, freeing up Fiji's precious few resources. Even supporters of Ridgeway were uneasy with this particular arrangement.

Yet, when all was said and done, Ridgeway and the Fijian Congress pushed the legislation. The Empire had garnered a lot of "good will points" for freeing Fiji from the clutches of captivity and, furthermore, it would be footing the bill for reconstruction, which was fairly small. Estimates ranged from §250 to §500 million, chump change to the Empire. To make matters even more advantageous for the Empire, the shootdown of Bray's plane had shown, very clearly, images of him in the cockpit of the airplane. Video of the entire encounter had been made public, which included the gun camera footage of the Cessna 441 Conquest II exploding from the second burst of 30-millimeter, high-explosive rounds. For the people of Fiji, this was some manner of grim justice. Both airmen had been given a Distinguished Flying Cross for the encounter, not that it was that significant or risky but rather because of what they'd accomplished.

In the Fortress of Comhghall, the day's meeting of the Special Council brought together a very stoic bunch who did not celebrate over the defeat of Bray's militia or the return of democracy to Fiji. The perpetual tension throughout the Western Pacific meant that Fiji was a piece of a much larger puzzle. Bray and his allies in the Philippines had certainly made a mess of matters and with the Philippines entering a new phase of animosity with the Empire, Fiji was far too important to merely leave by the wayside. The Empire's territories in the Coral Sea, the Solomon Islands, Vanuatu, and New Caledonia would be bolstered by the inclusion of the Fijian archipelago. From Bougainville to the easternmost atolls of the archipelago would be Layartebian territory, unhindered and unbroken. It would establish a more dominant position for the Empire and Fiji's economy would certainly add a boost to the Empire, even more so, it's dominance in the region insofar as tourism was concerned would certainly benefit the Empire. Statistics showed that the archipelago hosted almost 1 million tourists per year, a far cry from the Caribbean but no small number either.

The question now arose on how to get Fiji into the Layartebian Empire, not merely within its sphere of influence. The Special Council would debate this for days and weeks to come and they'd been debating it for some time already. Jimi Ridgeway wasn't going to be popular for long and the Empire had enough damaging information on him that they could easily sink his popularity; after all, Ridgeway had fled this country rather than face the same music its citizens faced. He was, in some ways, seen as a coward. For the Empire, that could very well go in their favor. Ultimately speaking, Ridgeway could be manipulated or, if he refused to cooperate, thrown to the sharks. The easiest way would be a referendum whose results were "tampered with" by the authorities, which the Empire was hardly a stranger to doing. Yet, something told the Special Council that this wouldn't necessarily work on Fiji. There would have to be something else going on to support it.

For the Empire, there was time, though not much. A mandate with Ridgeway allowed for a two-year deployment of peacekeepers to the island nation. Those peacekeepers, who would deploy following the departure of the marines, would come from the Imperial Layartebian Defense Force. Far more accustomed to peacekeeping duties in post-conflict areas, the ILDF could serve as a major assistant to the Special Council in going about converting Fiji from an independent state to a subject and a member of the Coral Republic. This was, of course, the end goal. It would simply be a matter of leverage and maneuvering to push Fiji into the confines of the Coral Republic.



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