Newark-Nacradian War [MT] [IC]

[Nacrad]

OOC thread: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=483821

[Newark Aristocracy]

10:31AM
4/22/20

Newark City Port (basicly a much larger London)

NAN Kohania CVBB-11. (CVBB basicly means YAMATO combined with the Gerald R Ford class supercarrier)
The captain has just woke up to the notice to set sail.
On the flight deck...

Unkown soldier: So,what we be doing tod- *Loudspeakers:* ATTENTION ALL CREW,WE ARE SETTING SAIL IMMEDATELY!
Unknown Pilot:Oh.
Meanwhile...
Captain:So,where are we heading
Navigator:I am unsure,but we do know at least 1 Task Force of ours is near the nation we are sailing to.
Captain:Ok.
Navigator:It appears to be East Asia.
Captain:Oh god,not that hell hole again.
Navigator:Lets just get sailing.

[Nacrad]

19:30 Nacradian time, 22 April 2020

"Ngo diu nei lo mo yau da jeung?" ("Fuck your mother, another war?") -- Private of a cantonese descent, Portsville-at-Bay

"The Newark Aristocracy has stated that the reason for war is a condemnation of slavery, which is a mistake and has since been retracted, is the cause of war. This declaration of war has been met with laughter, but it seems that Newark is unironic. Thus, the military will be deployed along our coast. Reservists, please expect deployment if situation worsens."

The entire battalion bursts into laughter.

"Jesus, what the actual fuck are those dimwits thinking? Must've been this Wuhan Pneumonia shit fucking with their head," a sergeant jokes, "And they've got the shittiest airport on the face of--"

"Attention all personnel!" A loudspeaker says, "It appears that a suspicious ship has entered Nacradian waters, and they are threatening to invade us. Be vigilant"

"Oh, crap, they mean real shit. But then I doubt that they could be here within, like, 10 hours. Seas are choppy and David (NNV David, the biggest aircraft carrier of Nacrad, somewhat larger than USS Gereld Ford) is gonna give those bitches hell."

The bugle call "Sunset" sounds, and the night goes on uneventfully.

[Newark Aristocracy]

NAN Kohania-CVBB 11.
3:30 PM GMT.
4/23/20.
Somewhere off the coast of East Asia (around where IRL Pyongyang would be if the Korean Pensula exsisted in the RP)

Captain.
Yes,navigator?
We believe a enemy aircraft carrier may be in the sector.
Ok.
Deploy the entire ship's aircraft then,navigator. NOW.
Yes sir.


(The aircraft of the Kohania would do a scouting mission to see if any enemy carriers were in the sector)

[Newark Aristocracy]

notes:This is a response to a post in the OOC thread that is IC. (the post,not the thread)

We currently lack lightweight metals for tank and aircraft production However,we should be able to produce the metals via anomalous means but not enough to supply the miltary for a extended period of time

This post is adressed only to Tupea

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

NAN Kohania-CVBB 11.
3:30 PM GMT.
4/23/20.
Somewhere off the coast of East Asia (around where IRL Pyongyang would be if the Korean Pensula exsisted in the RP)

Captain.
Yes,navigator?
We believe a enemy aircraft carrier may be in the sector.
Ok.
Deploy the entire ship's aircraft then,navigator. NOW.
Yes sir.


(The aircraft of the Kohania would do a scouting mission to see if any enemy carriers were in the sector)

Sharifistani Air Cavalry HQ
"The Space Cavalry Intelligence Satellites reveal planes in East Asia. Sir." Says a young(22 year old) female Hijabi intelligence officer.

"That's excellent intelligence, darling" says an Air Commodore "send planes from our bases in Jordan, our mainland and Turkey and alert the Nacradians please" he continue.
The Nacradians were alerted and 500 fighter planes, all flown by ace pilots flew towards South East Asia.

[Nacrad]

(All times below will be GMT+8 unless otherwise stated)
00:30, 24/4/2020, NNV David

"This is Nacradian Carrier Group Alpha, unidentified aircraft, please respond at once, or we will shoot you down."
"Unidentified aircraft, this is your last chance. Respond, or you will be shot down."

"Sir, no response from that aircraft. It seems to be some sort of... off-brand copy of the MiG-29 or something." says a navy private

"Lethal force is authorised. Fire at will."

10 seconds later.

A thunderous roar emerges from a ship starboard of NNV David, as a guided missile launches into the sky. Shortly after, about 15 km west of the carrier group, the unidentified aircraft is shot down. By sheer luck, the wreckage was recovered. It belongs to Newark.

07:30, the same day, Portsville Cathedral Hill Air Force Base.

"I can't get it up, I can't get it up, I can't get it up this god-forsaken morning!" A section corporal (Airman First Class in US Air Force terms) sings out loud as he tunes the radio in the mess hall after flag-raising.

"A Newarkian aircraft was shot down by NNV David at around midnight."

The war is on. It's now known that there is a Newarkian aircraft carrier in the seas just south of Nacrad. Where else could they be? There's just one coastline in Nacrad.

Meanwhile, command room for the Navy.

"It is now known that there is a Newarkian aircraft carrier is in the sector. Submarines, search for it, and destroy it. Lethal force is authorised whenever needed."

[Tupeia]

OOC:This is just a transfer of a post by mistake posted in OOC thread.Original posting time- by Tupeia » Wed Apr 22, 2020 3:57 am

For: Newark Aristocracy Government
From:Tupeia Ministry of Foreign Affairs

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Dear Sirs, Seeing that your country is at war with Nacrad, we offer you the natural resources that you lack, whether it is food, oil or anything else. Just provide a list of resources you need and we will supply them for your country.We offer help in this war.

[Multonia]

A large Multonian task force sailed straight out of the rising sun, directly in international waters. Five battleships took up the front of the main force, but were separated from each other 3 kilometers apart. The second line of the fleet featured two ships, which were the pride of the Multonian Navy: the Shogun-class dreadnought. Right in the middle of the fleet was the main flagship, the mighty MNS Oured herself. Commissioned in order of a former President more than half a decade ago, and as of now, she is currently standing strong alongside her escort vessels.

In the bridge stands Rear Admiral Spencer Cattermole. He is now in his mid-thirties, and he now has the experience of commanding a fleet of such size.

“Admiral Cattermole, sir.” an officer stepped in. He saluted as he entered the bridge.
“Top of the morning, officer. At ease.”
The fellow officer complied immediately.
“How are the sea trials going? “
“By far they are going as planned, sir. Our ships have been put to the test and are now at 100% combat readiness.”
He nodded in response.
All of a sudden, a sudden ship horn went off. This caught the admiral’s attention.

“Who rang up the call?”
“Dreadnought Anderson, sir.” one admiral at a computer terminal responded. We’ve come across a new ship.
“Heading our topside.”
“Aye.”
It only took him five minutes to grab his coat and reach the door, and when it opened he was greeted with a cold breeze as he walked outside. Several officers gathered on the flight deck, and were scanning the horizon. The dreadnought Anderson broke formation, and it was already on its starboard side, it’s bridge lights flashing wildly.
In the clear, a warship, that was clearly seen from afar, was moving across the clear water at moderate speeds, and was seconds away from slowing down.
An officer, holding binoculars scanned the ship before putting them down, turned around and yelled “It’s the Kohania!”

[Kamilistan]

Wednesday ,
22/4/2020
Time: 1900 GMT+ , Kamilistan Times

Somewhere in the East Asian Sea....

Unknown Ground Forces Troop: ''Hmmmm , how your day?''
Unknown Pilot: ''Hen How'' ( Very Good ) - Chinese
Unknown Sailor: ''Chi lii yea se ( Same here ) - Chinese
Unknown Ground Forces Troop: ''Me too''

They all chat for a long time , meanwhile in the officer's rooms

Secret Service Officer: ''So....who are fighting for?''
Unknown Secret Service Agent: ''Uhm...we just heard there's a war so...yeah''
Secret Service Officer: ''So..which side we are on?''
Unknown Secret Service Agent: ''None sir , but the nation that are in war are Newark and Nacradia''
Secret Service Officer: ''Hmm... lets help out Nacradia. Send them Supplies and some infatry''
Unknown Secret Service Agent: ''How De'' ( Ok

The Secret Service Agent: ''Attention , all personal , we are supplying our new allies I want some of you to support them. Get ready.''

Truck loaded with infantry and supplies were at the front gate , Kamilistan Forces were walking towards the truck , geard up.
All of them jump on and they drove off , followed by air support , naval are patrollng the sea. Kamilistan is now at war , not directly''

[Multonia]

“Alright.” the rear admiral responded among cheers that erupted from the flight deck. “Give then a greeting.”
The horn sounded once, then twice, followed by a flashing light like a camera shutter going off. The carrier engines then picked up speed at full power, and the other ships began picking up the pace.

“Attention all hands, clear the deck. I repeat, clear the deck.
10000 feet above, a jet was cruising and descending through the clouds and lining up for an approach. The runway landing lights went on. The plane normally went down going down and down and down slowly until it suddenly dropped and went out of sight.
Three seconds later, the jet suddenly swooped up and landed on the deck, engines still roaring as its hook got caught by the arrester wires.

[Tupeia]

We currently lack lightweight metals for tank and aircraft production However,we should be able to produce the metals via anomalous means but not enough to supply the miltary for a extended period of time

This post is adressed only to Tupea

For: Newark Aristocracy Government
From:Tupeia Ministry of Foreign Affairs

---

Tupeian colonies will begin loading light metals from the mine and shipping it to your country.

[Tarchuna and Ravenna]

“Well, it seems two far-left nations are at war!” Honorius says

“Indeed!” First Lord Admiral Valens says.

“We can seek great benefit from this!” Magister Militum Hermu Spurinna says.

[Nacrad]

“Well, it seems two far-left nations are at war!” Honorius says

“Indeed!” First Lord Admiral Valens says.

“We can seek great benefit from this!” Magister Militum Hermu Spurinna says.

"Shut up, you slave-selling, blood-drinking monster!" an unidentified corporal says, "Unless if they want to reconcile and help us, that'd be cool, I suppose."

[Tarchuna and Ravenna]

“Well, it seems two far-left nations are at war!” Honorius says

“Indeed!” First Lord Admiral Valens says.

“We can seek great benefit from this!” Magister Militum Hermu Spurinna says.

"Shut up, you slave-selling, blood-drinking monster!" an unidentified corporal says, "Unless if they want to reconcile and help us, that'd be cool, I suppose."

“Nei lo mo hai sei bak po!” The Magister Militum says. “Shocked? Yes, I picked some up on my trip to China. Now, get out. We don’t even have corporals here.”

(A Cantonese insult calling their mom a bitch)

[Multonia]

Admiral Cattermole arrived at the Pacific High Command building to meet up with his superior who was about to discuss with home the ongoing situation between Newark Aristocracy and Nacrad. He then spent the next moments in a large office building with a large map of the Pacific.

He learned some information from the vice admiral about key points that Nacrad was taking point in some parts of the map, the available resources given to him, and a strategic attack plan.

After some while, a the superior moved over to the map and eyed a key point. “I’m sending you over here to this area. This area is known to have major activity by the Nacrads. I’m ordering you to have your carrier join a flotilla, and you are ordered to take the flotilla with you to the area mentioned right here. We need to give Nacrad what it feels like to be punched, to be attacked, to be given the element of surprise at once.”

[Nacrad]

17:00, 24 April 2020

Just off the coast of Portsville-at-bay (approximately where Hong Kong is IRL)

The sun is barely setting. A flotilla of ships, flying the flag of Multonia, appears from the south. The Nacradian Marines, however, has been prepared for this. How, you might ask? They have an early warning system.

200 km south of the Portsville Island (Hong Kong Island IRL).

A flight of fighters swoop down from 3000 meters. Then they quickly swoop back up into the air. Little did they know, it was a scouting mission. Soon, they touched back down at Cathedral Hill Air Force Base.

"Sir, it is confirmed. The flotilla south of our coasts is not friendly. They even tried to fire at us."

"Then just fuckin' intercept it and halt it!" The general commands, "Scramble the bombers, and bomb them to fuckin' shreds! Now carry out my command!"

Suddenly, a cluster of bombs started raining down on Portsville City, at the dense residential areas. Shortly after, a parade of ambulances scramble into the bombed-out area, and extract the various wounded.

"What the fuck are you guys standing here for? Fucking bomb them to the ground!" The general yells, as the airmen run to the aircraft and swiftly took off to the south."

20 minutes later, the same patch of ocean.

A formation of 10 fighters and 5 bombers appear from the horizon. Then comes the chaotic strafing and bombing at high speed.

However, on their second pass, tragedy struck. 2 bombers were struck down, and crashed into the ocean.

The planes return to Cathedral Hill, and a funeral is held.

"What the fuck, does it really have to be this excessive response for a condemnation of slavery?"

[Multonia]

“All fighters now on standby.” the PA announced as the deck was lined with fighters that are ready to take off.

Navy pilot Ensign George S. Pierson lined up his aircraft at the front, waiting to line up for takeoff. Then the green light was given, and soon he barreled down the runway and went straight up into the air. Followed by two other planes, then another two, then another until there were 30 fb planes in the air, with an additional carrier wing from a nearby carrier. The flight deck soon became crowded with personnel clearing the deck while defenses were being set up for an immediate response by the enemy.

Thirty minutes later


The attack group was already nearing the coast. The green mountainsides were visible as the squadrons drew near, and soon, they were already in enemy territory. They roared over the land and quickly scanned for any military fortifications. Not for long, one pilot spotted one.

“Sentinel one-one, I have found a military installation along with a docked flotilla ten-o-clock low.” radioed a pilot. Pierson looked closer and he found a large military installation which was filled with some facilities and all kinds of installations, plus a dock that had a battleship docked near it.
It took a while for them to turn around and come in for a shot at the ships in the dock.

“I’ve got a large target in my sight. Get close to make it count.”
Less than a minute later, they were met with some resistance as antiaircraft guns opened up.
“Start your runs. Engage torpedoes.”
They released their payloads and all pulled away, except an unlucky one that caught fire and crashed into the ocean. The torpedoes wasted no time speeding towards the warships at full speed. One torpedo was seconds away from hitting the battleship when it slammed into the bow-

No explosion. Just a loud clang and the torpedo split into two.


Meanwhile, the second wave moved past the fortification without detection, though, and they can see some tracer fire moving up into the sky with some visible fireballs.

“Looks like our boys on Portsville just picked up a hornet’s nest and popped it open.” The pilot then looked to his right and spotted another airfield to his surprise.
“We got a problem.” I’ve spotted an enemy airfield at three-o-clock and I’m counting a huge sum of bombers and heavy fighter cover.”
Pierson radioed in response. “That means if we don’t knock that airfield, then those planes will go after the Anderson.”
They all peeled towards the airfield and began their fast approach, beginning to dive like falcons towards their prey. Out of the sun, a wave of enemy planes dove out and opened fire upon the squadron.

“Enemy fighters, eleven o’clock!”
-“We got company, start your runs!”

The planes couldn’t even care to avoid evasive maneuvers- and that’s what led to three planes getting blown up. The rest of the planes then went into a nosedive, ignoring some fire that zipped past them.

One pilot lined up on his dive and found his perfect target, a row of planes lining up beside a runway. He opened up on the throttle and went all the way down: 1800, 1700, 1600, 1500, 1400, 1300, all the way down he pulled up hard and dropped the bomb. The bomb fell like a stone, falling down and down until it hit the planes and blew up in a fireball.

[Nacrad]

19:30, Portsville-Cathedral Hill Air Force Base, just after the bombing

"Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me!" A Section Corporal says, "We just got bombed!"
"Understood, what's the extent of the damage?"
"Oh, surprisingly not much. Runway 15 is out of action from Alpha to Alpha-2, we still have a long stretch of runway to scramble from. Planes, though, we'll need another funeral. We've lost taxiway Bravo from Juliet to Gamma along with 5 of our older fighters, and 3 dudes got killed. Also, David is probably on its way here, I've got no intel on that though, just a quick guess."

10 minutes later.

A formation of 10 Hornets are taxiing down the taxiway.
"Formation Charlie, cleared for immediate takeoff on runway 19, let's kick some arse. Caution on the debris from Runway 15, and take evasive whenever needed."
"Roger that, immediate takeoff on 19. Have a good one."

With the thunderous roar of the engines, the fighters rotated into the air, and located the group that bombed them earlier. They radioed in. "We've got the hostiles in sight." Soon enough, they got the response. "Great job, Charlie. Give 'em hell. If you got spare munitions and fuel, have a look at the carrier group we just bombed, please."

The fighter group closed in. The lead plane took a shot, and missed. "God damnit, asshole, you can't even hit the broad side of a barn! What plane are you seeing, btw?" "Oh, an off-brand copy of the MiG-29 or something." (OOC note: That's a running joke in the military)

The formation broke up, and engaged them in combat.

Meanwhile, NNV David

"Sir, looks like our friends at Portsville need some help." "Well, what are you waiting for, let's go full steam there!"

The carrier group sailed into the sunset towards Portsville.

Note: Nacradians use "Gamma" for the letter G instead of the standard NATO alphabet

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

Sharifistan offers to send 10 Regiments (12,000 troops overall) to Nacrad to assist them

[Nacrad]

Sharifistan offers to send 10 Regiments (12,000 troops overall) to Nacrad to assist them

The offer is accepted. However, you'll have to take them to either Riverfort (Somewhere between Guangzhou and Heyuan IRL in this roleplay) by air, or Islesville Port (Where Haikou is IRL). Portsville is in a major trouble right now and ships can't enter it.

[Multonia]

Pierson just made a fast landing on the carrier deck as he reduced speed and immediately touched down getting caught by the arrester wires.
He just jumped out of the canopy and made his way back inside as the surviving planes were on final approach and touching down from the carrier.
“How the hell did it go?” one pilot asked
“Second group just took out a sum of their aircraft on an enemy airfield off Portsville. Just poked a hornet’s nest along the way.”

As soon as the surviving planes were on board, they were immediately brought under the flight deck. As soon the flight deck was empty, the carrier then went into full speed and spun around; before the fast turn they were originally in the direction of Portsville.

[Nacrad]

"Where the fuck did they go? I swear I had them in my sights just a minute earlier. God damned clouds."
"Regardless, I guess we'll go check out the big boat. C'mon, follow me."
"K. (Radioing back to Cathedral Hill) This is Formation Charlie, we lost those damned planes. We're gonna check out the carrier now."

The group engaged afterburners passing the southern tip of Portsville Island to where they assumed the carrier would be, staying in the clouds to avoid visual detection.

20 minutes later.

"Hey, they're running! We've got some missiles on us, no? I've always wondered how powerful they are."
"Hah, cowards. Let's fuck their seafood (A Cantonese-English pun meaning "fuck their assholes")."

The group swooped down to the carrier group, before strafing basically every boat. Then they swooped back into the sky, and returned to Cathedral Hill.

25 minutes pass. They have now landed at Cathedral Hill and parked into the hangers.

"Yo, how'd it go?"
"Well, we've lost those bitches, but we got some shots at the carrier. There's some damage, but I guess the bombings didn't take out much. I think I see some wreckage too. They're running away."

[Multonia]

Alarms blared. Fires spread. The fleet was sent directly in disarray following the sudden attack by the aircraft that swooped down and fired upon them. On the decks of some ships, especially the carrier, there were crews that were fighting the flames, while others went around and assessed the damage. The damage reports said that several parts of the flight deck were damaged, and that the conning tower of the dreadnought Anderson was damaged pretty bad.

Several of the planes stored inside were damaged, therefore putting them out of action. The carrier, though, was not alone.
Immediately after the attacks ceased, the Oured sent an immediate distress call directly to three of its sister carriers: the Buzzard, the Kelvin, and the Pascal. The three were just nine hours away, and are currently speeding to the safety of the fleet at full speed.

And now, the admiral has made a decision: Sail to the Newark Aristocracy for repairs, while the three carriers speed towards the zone at full speed from different directions. Surviving planes will still be launched and will be ordered to conduct hit and run strikes against pursuers.

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

Sharifistan offers to send 10 Regiments (12,000 troops overall) to Nacrad to assist them

The offer is accepted. However, you'll have to take them to either Riverfort (Somewhere between Guangzhou and Heyuan IRL in this roleplay) by air, or Islesville Port (Where Haikou is IRL). Portsville is in a major trouble right now and ships can't enter it.

The Regiments are sailed in via Islesville Port