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The Argentine-American Containment War(PT, OOC, Open)

A staging-point for declarations of war and other major diplomatic events. [In character]
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The Argentine-American Containment War(PT, OOC, Open)

Postby Peroniist Argentina » Mon Jun 10, 2019 2:38 pm

Rules
1.) The tech used in this RP is from the 1950s. There will be no futuristic/modern technology(example:f-16s, plasma rifles, etc)
2.)There will be no use of any nuclear, atomic, or radation-based weaponry
3.)No God-Modding, OP's word is final
4.)There is a unit cap of 7,000 total troops, as this is just an intervention
5.)I admined some nation sims on other sites before, and I doubt this will happen here, but if you and another player have a plan to do something big, please Telegram me for approval
6.)Don't get salty over defeats. Everyone will lose at some point.
7.)Be sure to have fun!

The year is 1958. Tensions between the United States of America and Peronist Argentina have been growing substantially in the past 5 years. An attempted coup in Buenos Aires, backed by the USA, failed miserably and resulted in nationwide embarrassment for America. President Juan Domingo Peron did not help matters by building fortresses in the Falklands and expanding its air force. In response to this, President Eisenhower has deployed a small fleet of the US Navy to keep Argentina in check. However, when documents that supposedly showed Argentina had secretly traded with the USSR and was planning to eliminate America's presence in South America were intercepted by the CIA, Eisenhower decided to act fast.

After 34 hours of debate, Congress ruled that any military action in Argentina would not be seen as an official war and would instead be seen as a form of intervention. On May 25, 1958, the first shots of the engagement were fired by the USS Iowa at Argentine positions on the Falkland Islands. The Argentine navy made a wise decision by not engaging with the better trained and better equipped US Navy, instead choosing to launch surprise attacks with its submarines. On May 27th, the first US troops were landed on the Falklands. They met stiff resistance and only succeeded in capturing their objectives that night. On May 28th, a combination of British and American troops who had been stationed in Panama landed at Rio Gallegos and established a firm beachhead on the coast. Peron is utterly furious at the American Congress for its refusal to declare war and has called upon its allies of Brazil and Chile to help repel the invaders. In the meantime, Eisenhower has managed to start to fund a small rebellion in Argentina's Chilean provinces in order to spread out the Argentine military.

The current date of the RP is May 29th, 1958. There are three factions to support: The Chilean Rebels, The South American Coalition, and the US-Anglo Pact. Currently, none of the factions have had any major military victories, with most of the fighting either being small skirmishes or flat-out draws.

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Nation:
Nation's Leader:
Nation's Ideology:
Which faction is Y/n supporting?
What kind of help is Y/n sending?
If Military, how many troops and what type?
If supplies/aid, what are you sending?
Justification for Intervention:
RP Sample:
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As a small side note, this RP was supposed to be primarily in the Falklands, but I didn't want to rip off the other Argentina and basically make a second thread of the same issue. If you need any further info about this RP, feel free to telegram me!
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Postby Bronze Serpent » Mon Jun 10, 2019 4:53 pm

Do you have anyone playing as America?
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Postby Peroniist Argentina » Mon Jun 10, 2019 9:07 pm

Bronze Serpent wrote:Do you have anyone playing as America?

Not yet, no
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Postby Bronze Serpent » Mon Jun 10, 2019 11:36 pm

Peroniist Argentina wrote:
Bronze Serpent wrote:Do you have anyone playing as America?

Not yet, no


I could offer that if you want.
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Postby Peroniist Argentina » Tue Jun 11, 2019 7:41 am

Bronze Serpent wrote:
Peroniist Argentina wrote:Not yet, no


I could offer that if you want.


Sure man, fill out the application. Just know your limit of troops is 23k, as you're one of the main nations
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Postby Bronze Serpent » Tue Jun 11, 2019 11:21 am

Peroniist Argentina wrote:
Bronze Serpent wrote:
I could offer that if you want.


Sure man, fill out the application. Just know your limit of troops is 23k, as you're one of the main nations



Cool.
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Postby United States of Ameruica » Tue Jun 11, 2019 11:38 am

Nation: United States of America
Nation's Leader: President Dwight D. Eisenhower
Nation's Ideology: American Exceptionalism, Free Market Capitalism, Anti-Communism
Which faction is Y/n supporting? Chilean rebels, US-Anglo Pact
What kind of help is Y/n sending? Arms, ammunition, medical supplies and rations
If Military, how many troops and what type? 1st Cavalry Division, 7,463 men, along with 10 CIA operative for intel support to train guerillas.
If supplies/aid, what are you sending?
50 M20 Superbazookas, 40 M60 machine guns, 100 M1 Garand semi-automatic rifles, 100 M2 carbines, large crates of medical supplies, large crates of C rations, crates of boxes of ammunition for the respected rifles.
Justification for Intervention: To defend the soverign integrity of the Americas from Communism.
RP Sample:
viewtopic.php?f=5&t=465964 (many of my samples can be found here.)

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Postby Peroniist Argentina » Tue Jun 11, 2019 12:56 pm

United States of Ameruica wrote:
Nation: United States of America
Nation's Leader: President Dwight D. Eisenhower
Nation's Ideology: American Exceptionalism, Free Market Capitalism, Anti-Communism
Which faction is Y/n supporting? Chilean rebels
What kind of help is Y/n sending? Arms, ammunition, medical supplies and rations
If Military, how many troops and what type? 1st Cavalry Division, 7,463 men, along with 10 CIA operative for intel support to train guerillas.
If supplies/aid, what are you sending?
50 M20 Superbazookas, 40 M60 machine guns, 100 M1 Garand semi-automatic rifles, 100 M2 carbines, large crates of medical supplies, large crates of C rations, crates of boxes of ammunition for the respected rifles.
Justification for Intervention: To defend the soverign integrity of the Americas from Communism.
RP Sample:
viewtopic.php?f=5&t=465964 (many of my samples can be found here.)

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Approved. IC will be up as soon as possible.
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Postby Lanorth » Wed Jun 12, 2019 11:12 am

Nation: The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Nation's Leader: The Premier of The Soviet Union Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev
Nation's Ideology: Autocratic Communism
Which faction is Y/n supporting? (Not Necessarily A Faction) A Communist Rebellion
What kind of help is Y/n sending? Military Assistance
If Military, how many troops and what type? 2,350
Justification for Intervention: Support To The Opposition
RP Sample: Here
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Postby Peroniist Argentina » Wed Jun 12, 2019 11:17 am

Lanorth wrote:
Nation: The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Nation's Leader: The Premier of The Soviet Union Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev
Nation's Ideology: Autocratic Communism
Which faction is Y/n supporting? The Chilean Rebels
What kind of help is Y/n sending? Military Assistance
If Military, how many troops and what type? 2,350
Justification for Intervention: Support To The Opposition
RP Sample: Here


I do hope this is okay. Let me know if there is something that needs to be edited or if I need to provide a different roleplay sample, or if necessary, an edit to this application.


If you're applying to be the USSR, I would suggest funding a Communist rebellion of some sort. The Chilean rebels are more right-winged and are basically, for lack of better word, fascist. You don't have to change it if you don't want to though. Otherwise, your form is considered valid and I accept your application.
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Postby Lanorth » Wed Jun 12, 2019 11:22 am

Peroniist Argentina wrote:If you're applying to be the USSR, I would suggest funding a Communist rebellion of some sort. The Chilean rebels are more right-winged and are basically, for lack of better word, fascist. You don't have to change it if you don't want to though. Otherwise, your form is considered valid and I accept your application.

I understand. I will quickly write out another one, it will take about a minute.
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Postby Lanorth » Wed Jun 12, 2019 11:26 am

Nation: The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Nation's Leader: The Premier of The Soviet Union Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev
Nation's Ideology: Autocratic Communism
Which faction is Y/n supporting? (Not necessarily a faction) A Communist Rebellion
What kind of help is Y/n sending? Military Assistance
If Military, how many troops and what type? Around 3,000-5,000, Normal Soldiers (Will be transported in stages.)
Justification for Intervention: Support To The Opposition
RP Sample: Here


I hope this is okay.
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Postby Peroniist Argentina » Wed Jun 12, 2019 12:01 pm

Lanorth wrote:
Nation: The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Nation's Leader: The Premier of The Soviet Union Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev
Nation's Ideology: Autocratic Communism
Which faction is Y/n supporting? (Not necessarily a faction) A Communist Rebellion
What kind of help is Y/n sending? Military Assistance
If Military, how many troops and what type? Around 3,000-5,000, Normal Soldiers (Will be transported in stages.)
Justification for Intervention: Support To The Opposition
RP Sample: Here


I hope this is okay.


Approved. If you want, I can type up a starter for your faction
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Postby Lanorth » Wed Jun 12, 2019 12:28 pm

Peroniist Argentina wrote:Approved. If you want, I can type up a starter for your faction

I would like that. If possible, I would like it to be named:

The South American Communist Confederation, or the SACC.
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Postby Peroniist Argentina » Wed Jun 12, 2019 12:31 pm

Lanorth wrote:
Peroniist Argentina wrote:Approved. If you want, I can type up a starter for your faction

I would like that. If possible, I would like it to be named:

The South American Communist Confederation, or the SACC.


Sure. Just as a warning to everyone else, I have physical training later today that will last two hours. I'll be back and responding as soon as I can.
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Postby Gebeta » Thu Jun 13, 2019 11:59 am

Hello. I'm intrested in this. Seeing as its 1958 time line I'd had to roll back to the old Gebeta. So in trying to keep with the rp roles, I'd play in as West Germany.
Small force of F84 Thunderstreak fighter bombers. Perhaps also a destroyer to explore some rps with it being torpedo. Away from my pc so can't to a full app but I will when I can.
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Postby Hathian Prime » Thu Jun 13, 2019 12:08 pm

Gebeta wrote:Hello. I'm intrested in this. Seeing as its 1958 time line I'd had to roll back to the old Gebeta. So in trying to keep with the rp roles, I'd play in as West Germany.
Small force of F84 Thunderstreak fighter bombers. Perhaps also a destroyer to explore some rps with it being torpedo. Away from my pc so can't to a full app but I will when I can.


Ay, this is Argentina on my main acc. Sounds good to me man. I should make this a reminder that you don't have to chose an IRL nation, you can use your own nation but with older tech.
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Postby Gebeta » Fri Jun 14, 2019 6:29 pm

Nation: Gebeta
Nation's Leader: Alois
Nation's Ideology: Facist
Which faction is Y/n supporting? America
What kind of help is Y/n sending? Military
If Military, how many troops and what type? 10 Jet FIghter Bombers, 1 Destroyer
If supplies/aid, what are you sending?
Justification for Intervention: Gebeta is intervening due to Gebetan interest in the area. Prior to 1950s Gebetan interests in resources was denied. Now due to the American invasion, Gebeta sees the opportunity to intervene, and depending on how things go, have a force of Marines ready to land on the mainland. Till then a small force, rather light and inadequate, but seen as an unwillingness to commit to a war that will be hard fought, has been sent.
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GBS Whilem Bau
The first shells splashed fore of the ship, geysers of water that surprised the crew. Look out had mentioned the ships that had fired upon them, but in the light of day the flashes went un noticed.
“Captain!! They are hailing us to stop and prepared to be border.” The Comms said. The Captain was not at the helm, but it was the radio mans response from years of training and honing.

“Like hell, we aren’t yielding after being fired upon. Sound quarters.” LT…..

Just as the klaxon started to wail and General Quarters was being shouted out, the Captain Heimal rushed in
“Report. Why aren’t we firing back yet” He said as more splashes bracket the ship. By this time Antov had trained and fired. The front of the ship billowed smoke and fire as 3 shells flew towards the hostiles.

In Turret Antov
“Adjust, RIGHT!!!!!” The Aimer said. He made rapid but minute adjustments to the sights. The Gunners could see this as well and trained the sights they had on the adjusted hash mark.
Loud thuds sounded as 3 shells lifted out of the armory below. WHACK!!! As the elevator split in half sealing off the armory and turret. The Gunners grabbed the 3 shells.
THUD!!! The shell was rammed into the breech. Followed by 2 more as powder charges were loaded in.
A loud clang sounded as the 3 guns were closed in seconds of each other, firing seconds apart as well.

GBS Whilem Bau. Bridge
The Ship rocked as a shell found its mark.
“SIR, Ship taken a hit. Damage reports coming in. Casualties sustained.”

Rear of center stack.
There was smoke, fire, heat. Intense heat. A Sailor slipped in something wet. He stood up, looking down at his once white pants. They were blackened from smoke and sticky with the blood of at least a dozen men that were in the hall. They were running to quarters from below deck when the shell hit. To the right of the hall was more thuds as the 3-inch secondaries joined. Screaming and rushing around. He fumbled and found his medical pack. He started treating wounded as other men in fire suits rushed to start putting out fires and setting up deluge pumps.
Onboard the Lead Cruiser
Cheers as the crew reported a hit in the pocket ship. “They taken a hit!!!” they yelled. They were enlightened. The Dark Grey Gebetan warship, a symbol of perfection had been bloodied. None of them thought of the consequence.
“Sir, the appear to be making a dash to the port. We must act quickly if we are to sink her.” --- said.
“Have the gunners double efforts. Let them know they have struck the giant, and that its afraid. Running in fear.
GBS Whilem Bau.
“Make steam. Pour smoke and turn to the 8. Present a smaller target.” Captain ---- said.
“Aye, make steam, tuning to 8 ah clock.” The Crew responded. The ship lurched from another volley leaving the ship. Or from the near misses. It did not matter why, just that it did.
“Fire teams report fire under control. They are purging the ship of sea water as they work. Reports no holes.”

The GBS Whilem Bau steamed forward, flashes leaving her as she returned fire.

Enemy Cruiser
The ship lurched and swayed as she took a salvo of 2 shells. One went through the ship, killing 8 men as it did, holing above the water line while the second one hit the armored turret, failing to pen, but exploding in a violent fire ball, sending shards of red hot metal across the foredeck. Like the Gebetan warship, the men were all inside the ship. Little fires started here and there as the glowing embers ignited the wooden deck. Only to be extinguished as the sea rushed over the deck from the waves, or the splashes of water from other shells missing.
In a scene echoing the first hit on the Pocket ship, men screamed in agony from wounded. Some were mild wounds. One was out right dead; the shell having torn threw him spraying his innards and blood all over.

From above, a sea bird watched. Strange grey objects, bursting with fire. 2 of them bleaching black smoke. The lone grey object erupted in a bright flash as another fire ball erupted on it. Adding to the black smoke leaving it was more smoke and flashes of hellish red fire. Burning embers erupting from the cannons as they returned the death and carnage.

It was a numbers game. The Gebetans would score hits, but 6 main guns vs. at least 12 made for sheer numbers. More hits would land on the ship than it could put out. One of the ships in the Loyalist fleet took a hit aft, fore of the rear gun. A mast shattered in wooden spears and fragments, as they ignited from the heat of the flames. The rear of the ship was awash in smoke and burning embers. Yet the rear turret fired.
It was becoming hell aboard the Pocket ship. Fires spreading as another hit on the rear of the ship ignited a grease fire in the mess. In addition to the fire, the heat was spreading. Some halls slick with blood from the fresh wounded, others the heat scorching the blood spilled. Flames raged as the fire fighters doused the flames, only creating burning steam from the intense heat. White halls blackened from the fire.
One of the fire fighters screamed in agony as a water pipe busted behind him sending boiling hot water threw his garments. The immense pressure even causing skin to peel as it boiled off. He fell to the floor, withering in pain as a medic tossed him over and stuck his exposed back with a morphine shot. He quickly applied a bandage to it as untold stories of horror unfolded around them.

In the bridge Captain Heimal was worried.
Multiple fires. He was still in the fight, but it was a losing fight. 1 of the loyalist ships was smoking, but not ablaze like his.
He would never ask his men to follow him to hell and back. No one should have to go twice.

Below the waves, silently stalking was a rebel submarine.
In the twilight of the waning day, it focused on the fight.
“We need to help. I suggest one of the smaller ships. The Battleship is a tempting target but doubt we can sink it. We can take out one of the smaller ships immediately, probably forcing the other two to flee, allowing us to follow and sink them at our leisure.” The second in command said.
“I agree. The immediate threat is the smaller ship. If we kill her, we cut the number of guns down. The battleship may survive a few hits. Her damage control teams are at full alert right now. They would get the flooding under control.”

Some Captains cared about career progression only. Here were men that had come to his country to help, being attacked by men that cared little of even the people they were to protect… It would spend the next 20 minutes maneuvering to get the best spread of torpedoes on the ship. At least take it out of the fight, at best kill it out right. The Captain was unsure if the Loyalist had any fleet assets near and wanted to kill something to levitate the pressure.

GBS Whilem Bau
“COMMS, COMMS!!!” Some one shouted. We have comms. Sending a distress call.” They said. It wasn’t the regular radio man. Shrapnel had killed him. A busted window from earlier when a shell struck the ships tower.
“This is the GBS Whilem BauWe are under attack and need aide immediately. Loyalist fleet of 3 is engaging us. We have sustained heavy fire and casualties!!”

Enemy Battleship

“Sir, transmission intercepted. It came from the Gebetan ship. They called for help.”
“Tell the gunners to pick up the pace. Our time is numbered here.” He said.
As he watched the lead ship, a plume of water erupted on its right side. He figured it was the Gebetan ship.

Enemy Lead Cruiser
“Sir, reporting damage to the side of the ship. We been torpedoed.”
“How, the Gebetans are out of torpedo range… “
He was cut off as a second explosion rocked his ship. He was tossed about this time.
Below decks in the first coal room was a sudden violent explosion as the ships boilers were engulfed in cold sea water. Men scrambled for life only to be violently beaten against the cold steel of the ship, bone breaking blows. Screams of help and agony as the ship’s crew had no choice but to seal of the room. You just had to ignore the beating of metal tools against the sealed bulkhead. Eventually, and heavy hearted you knew why the stopped. Trading a few lives to save many.

The Bridge
“Damage control has the flooding sealed. We can’t keep up the pace. Engine room 1 reported under water. Men lost…”
The joy of victory was taken away now as they realized the horrors. Below decks men were fighting to save the ship. Another room was to be sealed. How many in that room would not make it?

He gasped for air as he came out of the water. Looking down her could see the lights dimming as the water flooded the room. Him and 5 others huddled in a corner. One man beat on a hatch above them. Screaming to open the damned thing. The man that watched him took a deep breath and exhaled. He thought of his daughter. Only 2 years old. He thought of the horrors of war. He had no idea the resulting raids she would be in. Raids he had caused. He felt cold, from the water, from the closing hands of the thing that tied all men in the end. A final beat, a final thought. He could have sworn the memories of his daughter and wife warmed him in the end.

Enemy Battleship
“We need to break off the engagement. There has to be an enemy submarine in the area. We can’t risk our vessel to it. 3 ships for 1 is a heavy price.” The Second in command said. “Damnit man” He said as he grabbed the captain by the arms. “You won’t have a promotion if you don’t live to report the sinking of the ship”
“Yes, your right. Make steam, they have to know the risk.”

“Sir, radio intercept. The Rebel fleet is massing. I think air support is being sent out.

GBS Whilem Bau
Fredrick Bauer. He was a strong, tough man. Not smart. He was very low. But he knew his job. At 6 feet even, he towered above many others. He was also kind. Joining the navy so his younger brother could go to school on his GI, Bauer enjoyed the navy.
He was scared now. He huddled in the corner. His turret had taken a hit and was jammed. Un able to traverse.
“Bauer. Listen to me.” His commander said, calmly. “You need to help the ship. Your thick skinned. You’ll be good.” Bauer didn’t need much to convince. He himself had learned that the muscles he built up absorbed all the hurting blows.

Bauer took the ladder out, into the ships bowls. Heat was the first thing he came to feel. A fleeting helo echoed down the hall. He rushed into the room he thought it was from.
Inside were medics attending to wounded, dragging them out once able too. In the center was a beam, collapsed partially into a fire on one side, and pinning down a man on the other.
“Bauer help us” two men said, as they tried to save the man from burning alive. As they were on the opposite side of the man, away from the fire, Bauer took the flame side.
The man screamed in agony as he lifted. He screamed as he feared losing a ship mate, from being scared, but also from the immense heat that burned his skin. But behold it worked. Tears flowed from his eyes as he held tight and strong. The two men helping pulled out the pinned man.
“God’s sake drop it Bauer!!!” The pinned man yelled. He did so. His hands burnt severely Flesh falling at the slightest touch.
“It hurts Becker.” Bauer said. A medic rushed to the gentle giant with wet rags. “Here, wrap your hands in this.” He said, helping the giant do so.

The Ship had taken close to 700 hits. Yet she floated for now. From the bridge everyone breathed a sigh of relief as the Loyalist fleet trailed. Leaving behind the wounded ship from before. It had to have been a sub. An angel in the dark waters watching over the ship. In 20 minuets a squadron of rebel planes few over.

Another hour of hell was still at hand. The sight to behold as the burning ship limped into port. Somehow, the flooding had been held back.
Captain Heimal was moved by the turn out of people. Fishers moving to the stricken ship to help offload wounded. It wasn’t hard. The port was shallow. The ship would sink. She had fought just as hard as her crew to make it here. It was as if the ship knew it was her time to die. Though, there was still working to be done on the ship. On deck some of the locals mixed with the crew. If any Loyalist were here, they looked beyond the meager lines of Nations. They looked at the decency in man to love and help one another in times like this. Wounded carried out. Bodies bloodied and charred from the fires. The ship was at an angle, slightly so. It was to the rear of the ship. Despite all the chaos, and death, the crew had done a remarkable job. Not one jumped over ship. Not one left post.

Hell was a terrible place. He knew, he had been there today


Other information(not required): Ill try to rp the forces as somewhat demoralized. They know that they are being sent as a token of interest, with no real support in place.
Gebeta
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DOD | Piterburne Blvd | Reichstags District 005 | NSE Gebeta
http://nseconomy.thirdgeek.com/nseconomy.php?nation=Gebeta[/spoiler]FT RPs
Battlestar Galactica Tech
The 12 colonies and 2 stations.
Inter system capable
Code: Select all
Fleet Status
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Postby Peroniist Argentina » Sun Jun 16, 2019 9:56 pm

Gebeta wrote:
Nation: Gebeta
Nation's Leader: Alois
Nation's Ideology: Facist
Which faction is Y/n supporting? America
What kind of help is Y/n sending? Military
If Military, how many troops and what type? 10 Jet FIghter Bombers, 1 Destroyer
If supplies/aid, what are you sending?
Justification for Intervention: Gebeta is intervening due to Gebetan interest in the area. Prior to 1950s Gebetan interests in resources was denied. Now due to the American invasion, Gebeta sees the opportunity to intervene, and depending on how things go, have a force of Marines ready to land on the mainland. Till then a small force, rather light and inadequate, but seen as an unwillingness to commit to a war that will be hard fought, has been sent.
RP Sample:
GBS Whilem Bau
The first shells splashed fore of the ship, geysers of water that surprised the crew. Look out had mentioned the ships that had fired upon them, but in the light of day the flashes went un noticed.
“Captain!! They are hailing us to stop and prepared to be border.” The Comms said. The Captain was not at the helm, but it was the radio mans response from years of training and honing.

“Like hell, we aren’t yielding after being fired upon. Sound quarters.” LT…..

Just as the klaxon started to wail and General Quarters was being shouted out, the Captain Heimal rushed in
“Report. Why aren’t we firing back yet” He said as more splashes bracket the ship. By this time Antov had trained and fired. The front of the ship billowed smoke and fire as 3 shells flew towards the hostiles.

In Turret Antov
“Adjust, RIGHT!!!!!” The Aimer said. He made rapid but minute adjustments to the sights. The Gunners could see this as well and trained the sights they had on the adjusted hash mark.
Loud thuds sounded as 3 shells lifted out of the armory below. WHACK!!! As the elevator split in half sealing off the armory and turret. The Gunners grabbed the 3 shells.
THUD!!! The shell was rammed into the breech. Followed by 2 more as powder charges were loaded in.
A loud clang sounded as the 3 guns were closed in seconds of each other, firing seconds apart as well.

GBS Whilem Bau. Bridge
The Ship rocked as a shell found its mark.
“SIR, Ship taken a hit. Damage reports coming in. Casualties sustained.”

Rear of center stack.
There was smoke, fire, heat. Intense heat. A Sailor slipped in something wet. He stood up, looking down at his once white pants. They were blackened from smoke and sticky with the blood of at least a dozen men that were in the hall. They were running to quarters from below deck when the shell hit. To the right of the hall was more thuds as the 3-inch secondaries joined. Screaming and rushing around. He fumbled and found his medical pack. He started treating wounded as other men in fire suits rushed to start putting out fires and setting up deluge pumps.
Onboard the Lead Cruiser
Cheers as the crew reported a hit in the pocket ship. “They taken a hit!!!” they yelled. They were enlightened. The Dark Grey Gebetan warship, a symbol of perfection had been bloodied. None of them thought of the consequence.
“Sir, the appear to be making a dash to the port. We must act quickly if we are to sink her.” --- said.
“Have the gunners double efforts. Let them know they have struck the giant, and that its afraid. Running in fear.
GBS Whilem Bau.
“Make steam. Pour smoke and turn to the 8. Present a smaller target.” Captain ---- said.
“Aye, make steam, tuning to 8 ah clock.” The Crew responded. The ship lurched from another volley leaving the ship. Or from the near misses. It did not matter why, just that it did.
“Fire teams report fire under control. They are purging the ship of sea water as they work. Reports no holes.”

The GBS Whilem Bau steamed forward, flashes leaving her as she returned fire.

Enemy Cruiser
The ship lurched and swayed as she took a salvo of 2 shells. One went through the ship, killing 8 men as it did, holing above the water line while the second one hit the armored turret, failing to pen, but exploding in a violent fire ball, sending shards of red hot metal across the foredeck. Like the Gebetan warship, the men were all inside the ship. Little fires started here and there as the glowing embers ignited the wooden deck. Only to be extinguished as the sea rushed over the deck from the waves, or the splashes of water from other shells missing.
In a scene echoing the first hit on the Pocket ship, men screamed in agony from wounded. Some were mild wounds. One was out right dead; the shell having torn threw him spraying his innards and blood all over.

From above, a sea bird watched. Strange grey objects, bursting with fire. 2 of them bleaching black smoke. The lone grey object erupted in a bright flash as another fire ball erupted on it. Adding to the black smoke leaving it was more smoke and flashes of hellish red fire. Burning embers erupting from the cannons as they returned the death and carnage.

It was a numbers game. The Gebetans would score hits, but 6 main guns vs. at least 12 made for sheer numbers. More hits would land on the ship than it could put out. One of the ships in the Loyalist fleet took a hit aft, fore of the rear gun. A mast shattered in wooden spears and fragments, as they ignited from the heat of the flames. The rear of the ship was awash in smoke and burning embers. Yet the rear turret fired.
It was becoming hell aboard the Pocket ship. Fires spreading as another hit on the rear of the ship ignited a grease fire in the mess. In addition to the fire, the heat was spreading. Some halls slick with blood from the fresh wounded, others the heat scorching the blood spilled. Flames raged as the fire fighters doused the flames, only creating burning steam from the intense heat. White halls blackened from the fire.
One of the fire fighters screamed in agony as a water pipe busted behind him sending boiling hot water threw his garments. The immense pressure even causing skin to peel as it boiled off. He fell to the floor, withering in pain as a medic tossed him over and stuck his exposed back with a morphine shot. He quickly applied a bandage to it as untold stories of horror unfolded around them.

In the bridge Captain Heimal was worried.
Multiple fires. He was still in the fight, but it was a losing fight. 1 of the loyalist ships was smoking, but not ablaze like his.
He would never ask his men to follow him to hell and back. No one should have to go twice.

Below the waves, silently stalking was a rebel submarine.
In the twilight of the waning day, it focused on the fight.
“We need to help. I suggest one of the smaller ships. The Battleship is a tempting target but doubt we can sink it. We can take out one of the smaller ships immediately, probably forcing the other two to flee, allowing us to follow and sink them at our leisure.” The second in command said.
“I agree. The immediate threat is the smaller ship. If we kill her, we cut the number of guns down. The battleship may survive a few hits. Her damage control teams are at full alert right now. They would get the flooding under control.”

Some Captains cared about career progression only. Here were men that had come to his country to help, being attacked by men that cared little of even the people they were to protect… It would spend the next 20 minutes maneuvering to get the best spread of torpedoes on the ship. At least take it out of the fight, at best kill it out right. The Captain was unsure if the Loyalist had any fleet assets near and wanted to kill something to levitate the pressure.

GBS Whilem Bau
“COMMS, COMMS!!!” Some one shouted. We have comms. Sending a distress call.” They said. It wasn’t the regular radio man. Shrapnel had killed him. A busted window from earlier when a shell struck the ships tower.
“This is the GBS Whilem BauWe are under attack and need aide immediately. Loyalist fleet of 3 is engaging us. We have sustained heavy fire and casualties!!”

Enemy Battleship

“Sir, transmission intercepted. It came from the Gebetan ship. They called for help.”
“Tell the gunners to pick up the pace. Our time is numbered here.” He said.
As he watched the lead ship, a plume of water erupted on its right side. He figured it was the Gebetan ship.

Enemy Lead Cruiser
“Sir, reporting damage to the side of the ship. We been torpedoed.”
“How, the Gebetans are out of torpedo range… “
He was cut off as a second explosion rocked his ship. He was tossed about this time.
Below decks in the first coal room was a sudden violent explosion as the ships boilers were engulfed in cold sea water. Men scrambled for life only to be violently beaten against the cold steel of the ship, bone breaking blows. Screams of help and agony as the ship’s crew had no choice but to seal of the room. You just had to ignore the beating of metal tools against the sealed bulkhead. Eventually, and heavy hearted you knew why the stopped. Trading a few lives to save many.

The Bridge
“Damage control has the flooding sealed. We can’t keep up the pace. Engine room 1 reported under water. Men lost…”
The joy of victory was taken away now as they realized the horrors. Below decks men were fighting to save the ship. Another room was to be sealed. How many in that room would not make it?

He gasped for air as he came out of the water. Looking down her could see the lights dimming as the water flooded the room. Him and 5 others huddled in a corner. One man beat on a hatch above them. Screaming to open the damned thing. The man that watched him took a deep breath and exhaled. He thought of his daughter. Only 2 years old. He thought of the horrors of war. He had no idea the resulting raids she would be in. Raids he had caused. He felt cold, from the water, from the closing hands of the thing that tied all men in the end. A final beat, a final thought. He could have sworn the memories of his daughter and wife warmed him in the end.

Enemy Battleship
“We need to break off the engagement. There has to be an enemy submarine in the area. We can’t risk our vessel to it. 3 ships for 1 is a heavy price.” The Second in command said. “Damnit man” He said as he grabbed the captain by the arms. “You won’t have a promotion if you don’t live to report the sinking of the ship”
“Yes, your right. Make steam, they have to know the risk.”

“Sir, radio intercept. The Rebel fleet is massing. I think air support is being sent out.

GBS Whilem Bau
Fredrick Bauer. He was a strong, tough man. Not smart. He was very low. But he knew his job. At 6 feet even, he towered above many others. He was also kind. Joining the navy so his younger brother could go to school on his GI, Bauer enjoyed the navy.
He was scared now. He huddled in the corner. His turret had taken a hit and was jammed. Un able to traverse.
“Bauer. Listen to me.” His commander said, calmly. “You need to help the ship. Your thick skinned. You’ll be good.” Bauer didn’t need much to convince. He himself had learned that the muscles he built up absorbed all the hurting blows.

Bauer took the ladder out, into the ships bowls. Heat was the first thing he came to feel. A fleeting helo echoed down the hall. He rushed into the room he thought it was from.
Inside were medics attending to wounded, dragging them out once able too. In the center was a beam, collapsed partially into a fire on one side, and pinning down a man on the other.
“Bauer help us” two men said, as they tried to save the man from burning alive. As they were on the opposite side of the man, away from the fire, Bauer took the flame side.
The man screamed in agony as he lifted. He screamed as he feared losing a ship mate, from being scared, but also from the immense heat that burned his skin. But behold it worked. Tears flowed from his eyes as he held tight and strong. The two men helping pulled out the pinned man.
“God’s sake drop it Bauer!!!” The pinned man yelled. He did so. His hands burnt severely Flesh falling at the slightest touch.
“It hurts Becker.” Bauer said. A medic rushed to the gentle giant with wet rags. “Here, wrap your hands in this.” He said, helping the giant do so.

The Ship had taken close to 700 hits. Yet she floated for now. From the bridge everyone breathed a sigh of relief as the Loyalist fleet trailed. Leaving behind the wounded ship from before. It had to have been a sub. An angel in the dark waters watching over the ship. In 20 minuets a squadron of rebel planes few over.

Another hour of hell was still at hand. The sight to behold as the burning ship limped into port. Somehow, the flooding had been held back.
Captain Heimal was moved by the turn out of people. Fishers moving to the stricken ship to help offload wounded. It wasn’t hard. The port was shallow. The ship would sink. She had fought just as hard as her crew to make it here. It was as if the ship knew it was her time to die. Though, there was still working to be done on the ship. On deck some of the locals mixed with the crew. If any Loyalist were here, they looked beyond the meager lines of Nations. They looked at the decency in man to love and help one another in times like this. Wounded carried out. Bodies bloodied and charred from the fires. The ship was at an angle, slightly so. It was to the rear of the ship. Despite all the chaos, and death, the crew had done a remarkable job. Not one jumped over ship. Not one left post.

Hell was a terrible place. He knew, he had been there today


Other information(not required): Ill try to rp the forces as somewhat demoralized. They know that they are being sent as a token of interest, with no real support in place.



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Founded: Oct 05, 2011
New York Times Democracy

Postby McNernia » Tue Aug 27, 2019 4:47 pm

You have my interest.
Polaria
Erin Islands
Kaisong Islands
Al-Azkar
Rhodana
Eragh
Arisal
Kirav
Neu Engollon
New Edom: Clyde Hullar Ambassador
Aurora
Children of Aurora
A Luta Continua
Aneas
Tyrennia
Golgoth
Pardes
Cornellian Empire
Rostil
Sondria
Ajax
Astyria

Greater Dienstad
Minyang
Endorser of the Amistad Declaration
SIgnatory of the Amistad Declaration
IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY RPing, TG ME PLEASE, THANKS A BUNCH.
A Time of Trouble
All my posts shall be dedicated to Tom Clancy. May he Rest In Peace.
I Consider the above to be Canon. Which means I want to RP with you if you've been in those regions. Or Are.

Call me Archinia ICly and well maybe Mcnernia is plausible....I don't know.

Lore change?

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McNernia
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Founded: Oct 05, 2011
New York Times Democracy

Postby McNernia » Wed Aug 28, 2019 2:44 pm

Nation: The Kingdom of Mcnernia
Nation's Leader:Sir Alexander Altson
Nation's Ideology: Parliamentary Democracy
Which faction is Y/n supporting?:US-Anglo PAct
What kind of help is Y/n sending?:Special Forces
If Military, how many troops and what type?
101 Commando Royal Corps of Marines -550 Soldiers Based on the HMS Gallant a LPH
Escorted by
2 DD
1 CL
2 FS
1 AOR

If supplies/aid, what are you sending?
Justification for Intervention: We desire to contain the spread of Communism
RP Sample:
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Other information(not required):
Polaria
Erin Islands
Kaisong Islands
Al-Azkar
Rhodana
Eragh
Arisal
Kirav
Neu Engollon
New Edom: Clyde Hullar Ambassador
Aurora
Children of Aurora
A Luta Continua
Aneas
Tyrennia
Golgoth
Pardes
Cornellian Empire
Rostil
Sondria
Ajax
Astyria

Greater Dienstad
Minyang
Endorser of the Amistad Declaration
SIgnatory of the Amistad Declaration
IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY RPing, TG ME PLEASE, THANKS A BUNCH.
A Time of Trouble
All my posts shall be dedicated to Tom Clancy. May he Rest In Peace.
I Consider the above to be Canon. Which means I want to RP with you if you've been in those regions. Or Are.

Call me Archinia ICly and well maybe Mcnernia is plausible....I don't know.

Lore change?


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