Diplomatic Message from The Military Federation of The Wolf Hold
To: The soon to be crater of Comaack
CC: et al
From: Central Command
Subject: The Central Powers Bloc
This is your final warning or face invasion, follow through with our demands within 24 hours after the bombing of Omaha. We now will reiterate our demands
1) Disband the Central Powers never to reform
2) Disband your government to allow for an democratic election
3) De-mobilise your military to reduce it to a force no larger then 1,000,000 in total
4) Allow an international force onto your soil unmolested and un-harmed to speed up the processes.
Also to all of our allies and those supporting us, we thank you for the support and hope that our combined voices and fists of steel can show that this world will not roll over and let them use us as their little play toy. So in short thank you to our allies and to those who it concerns, look to the skies, we are coming.
Santa clause is coming and he brings presents of metal
Wolf's Marshall Cain
Sipli Field Air Force Base
The Wolf Hold
0000 Hours
"All crews, all planes, Operation Dragons Bane is a go, Operation Dragons Bane is a go. May Tor guide you and Fenrir speed on your bombs" The voice of Air Commodore Torrington echoed across the base and was eventually drowned out as two of The Military Federations heavy bomber squadron began to taxi out onto Sipli Fields four long runways. In total launching from Sipli Field was fifty B-52s of the 303rd Heavy Bomber Squadron with AWACS support, from Wolf Mountain AFB came twenty B-1s of 307th Heavy Bomber Squadron and then as well came twenty LRB-213s of the 601st Tactical Bomber Squadron, the super sonic bombers powering into formation.
Within two hours the whole force of one hundred aircraft had assembled and was en-route to its target, leading the formation was Air Marshall Larka in a LRB-213, checking over all her instrumentation and the status of the rest of the air army she opened up the radio channel. "This is Air Marshall Larka to all planes, turn for waypoint India in five....four....three....two....one....mark!" On her orders the whole formation began to bank and head towards its target, the fools who thought they could stand up to a wolf, well these fools were about to have their faces clawed.
and this:
OOC: Comaack, if you are aware of the terms, I suggest that you follow them instead of posting that we'll have to wait a week. We can wait, wars don't last a day or two, ya know. Sorry it's really really short, I'll be back later.
IC:
The F-16 Fighting Falcons prepared for takeoff. It appeared that Comaack would not be complying with very reasonable terms set out by the Coalition. Keeping in mind the roundels of friendly air forces, each pilot waited as the planes were outfitted with the Mark 82 low-drag general purpose bombs. Their mission was a simple one and they wouldn't have any fancy guiding systems. The point was to cause terror and have the people recognize the very real danger they were in. The stuff which was intended to destroy rather than warn would be pulled out later.
The last of the planes were outfitted and the pilots got into their respective cockpits. As they prepared individually for take off, they knew that they might not make it back. Comaack would likely be expecting them. They may have to deal with enemy planes and anti-aircraft fire. Whatever came their way, they would likely drop their load at the first sign of trouble. While cowardice, loosing anyone this early would be a waste. It was a warning shot, afterall.
IC:
The F-16's flew over a stretch of ocean lying between Uiri and Comaack. It was the dead of night and each of the 20 planes were carrying large payloads which would be dropped at the first sign of trouble. Uiri was not prepared to lose lives over this silly monarchy. The bombs would likely land on the defences should they be what is shooting at the planes. Should nothing end up shooting the planes, they would fly to the capital city and they would, as the lead pilot put it, "Bomb the crap out of the Duce's silly house." They didn't stand a chance.
"Be careful, it is dark out," said the lead pilot's wingman to the rest of the planes.
"No shit, dumbass," came the reply from the lead pilot, "You've been saying that all night. We get it. It's dark and we can't be too careful. Could we have 15 minutes of unnecessary radioing?"
There was no response from the other pilots as they neared their mark with every second. It would not be long before they were over Comaackian airspace and they would actually need to be careful. Who knew what poor anti-aircraft guns and surface to air missiles had been procured and/or bought by the Comaackian military forces. If they were lucky they would be able to bomb the capital but as they knew it they would be facing stiff resistance. The pilots also knew that their resistance could be asleep, without a care in the world, not knowing of their impending doom.
