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The Bazalonians had just some minor things to finish up, including final integration checks of the AFAS.Net. To do this there was a mock battle, in the scenario a terrorist organisation had infiltrated and taken over what looked like an open-office type building. It was a 4-storey building.
A Bazalonian strike team was to gain entrance to the building and rescue the hostages while also preventing a secondary action by the same terrorists. The secondary action was to gain access to a secure system within the building and then use that, with the forced help of the hostages to gain access into it . IF they gain access to the system and got a specified file the game would be over, The terrorists would win, This objective wasn't known and had to find out during their surveilance.
The tests where successful and the Bazalonians managed to do it just in time, with the surivors managing to delay enough for the Strike force to lay a successful trap for the terrorists... low body count and only a few injuries. |
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The live feed was working admirably, live and in living, all-green toned, colour from the helmet-mounted camera of a certain Senior Sergeant attached to whichever damn tank division, unit, whatever, was outside Graham City.
The night-vision television picture simply made Viannor want to rub her eyes, it was making them sore. She had vision, even at night, beyond perfection and this so-called cutting edge technology was giving her a headache. Beside her curtains billowed as the night air flowing in, air that her pet dragon Nightwing was sailing silently on outside. Viannor was plugged into the link between High Command and the front lines.
The Starblaydi Inquisition was a wonderful, terrible, powerful thing.
"...initial sitrep has multiple Longhammers in mobile, defensive positions. Casualties heavy, they're bloody lethal at this range..."
Viannor wanted to single-handedly rip the legs off every single on of those damn walking tanks. In city defence they were unmatched, and the flower of Starblaydia's cavalry, the huge, bulking T-7 Gilgamesh suddenly became huge burning coffins on the streets of cities across the Lowland Clans.
"...-ming, repeat, Command, we got incoming!"
Flashes on the horizon of the picture, blurry and crackly as it was, obviously signalled incoming fire. Brief moments of static and noise interrupted as shells rained down upon the position. A command position.
Starblaydia's forces were being overrun.
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The Lamonian troops had just gotten to Graham City when the Starblaydi war machine showed up on the front doorstep. To do this, several high speed trains had been commandeered, but it had still taken a long time to go so far north. Some of their equipment was still on it's way here, so the Lamonians had opted to help defend the city instead of taking to the field. Old Lamonian field artillery from the Psipronian war (and the operators) had been rushed off to add to the firepower at the main battlefield (think RL US M198 155mm towed howitzers). These guns coud fire TLC artillery ammunition, so that would not be a problem.
The main problem for the Lamonian forces would be in arming the infantry that made up the bulk of the Expeditionary Force. Some of them had Vektor CR-21 assault rifles, but most of them would have to pick up their own weapons from the battlefield. No matter, they had the best training that the nation could give them, and they were ready and willing to send the Blaydi's back to where they came from. |
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The Khazaronian forces arrived just a little bit behind their Lamonian allies. Khara immediately set out to join the Clan commanders at their HQ, while the officers began setting up reinforced defensive positions at any of Graham City's weakspots. It was all a bit of a rush, mostly due to the urgency of trying to save their allies, but they where getting it done. Unfortunately they where unable to match the amount of Starblaydi heavy artillery and armored units, so those that they did bring to bear where being used to give extra strength to key positions and to soften up enemy units if they got to close to the city limits. With such a limitation on their forces, it would be more about fighting strategically, then blitzkrieging, for the KEF.
After a few heated minutes of discussion with the Lowland Clans commanders, Khara stepped aside and conversed with his Crimson Guard CO.
"How is preparation going?" he asked.
"All set. You just give the word and the target."
Khara nodded and returned to the other commanders. "Gentleman, I have a strike team assembled and ready to go. What is the current intel on Starblaydi command and supply positions?"
(OOC: I'll post something later on about my exact numbers. I just need to dig up my notes. Also, military tech-wise, Khazaron is using roughly the same as the US for the time being. At least until I can purchase some better stuff from either Paladin Tech or Sarz.) |
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The Commander of the Lamonian Expeditionary Force (LEF) was General Allan Hamsher.
As General Hamsher walked into the allied HQ with his command staff, he noted the presence of Patriarch Khara, and saluted to the Khazaronian leader.
"Patriarch Khara, I am General Hamsher, Commander of the LEF. It is an honor, sir."
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Khara nodded and returned the salute. "Likewise General Hamsher. I was just discussing with our allies here the best way to allocate my men." He turned to have a few more words with a Lowland Clan commander before a sub-ordinate walked up behind him, saluted, and handed him a clipboard with various data sheets on it. Khara toke the clipboard, and nodded.
"Give five of our best this first job. Have them depart at nightfall." The man nodded, saluted once more, and then left. Khara turned his attention back to General Hamsher.
"My apologies, I was just setting up a nice surprise for our Starblaydi friends. How goes the setting up of your troops?"
Later that night...
Five Crimson Guard members left the allied camp just as night was beginning to fall over Graham City. In full camo and armed with night vision goggles they crept along the battlefield, slowly and with the utmost in care. Their job was to seek out a nearby Starblaydi supply line that had been found by intel and blast the hell out of it with some C4 charges. Then get the hell out as quickly as possible.
It was a couple more hours before they found what looked like their intended target. Fanning out, they layed low in the grass as they prepped for the next phase of their mission.
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"We are thinking of fanning out and hitting the Starblaydi forces from the rear," General Hamsher replied. "If we can get allied forces to launch a massive strike to keep the Blaydi's occupied while we sneak around them, then we can make them think that they are surrounded. It is possible that this will convince them to back away from Graham City."
(OOC: Giving Star the chance to veto the plan, if he wishes) |
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Bridges. When would someone invent a way of crossing a river over a deep canyon that didn't involve bloody bridges. Bridges needed capturing, holding, maintaining, and - annoyance of all annoyances - guarding. Even when nothing was coming through, you always had to have a squad handy just to make sure no-one tried to blow the damn thing up, despite the fact your front lines were a good fifteen miles away.
"If anyone wanted to blow this damn thing up," one of his privates was saying, "they'd just lob a bomb from a plane and be done with it."
"Yeah," echoed another, "I heard that AFAS.net thing is accurate to ten centimetres. Drop a bomb right on your damn head."
"With our Nightwings patrolling the skies?" the first voice of dissension, "them Clanners couldn't get a paper aeroplane within twenty miles of this place."
"That's more than close enough to chuck a laser-guided bomb."
"Idiot-seeking missile, more like."
"What did you say?"
"You heard."
"Oi!" The Sergeant had heard quite enough of this talk. "The whole ruddy lot of you will shut it, right now. that convoy'll be radioing in any minute when they're ten minutes out; so look lively. That ammo, tank parts and food is needed at the front; The clanners are making their big push, and we gotta push back!" |
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There was a Platoon of Vektor CR-21 armed Lamonians observing the Starblaydi squad that was gaurding the bridge. Since the squad was attired in Ghillie Suits, they were fairly sure that the Blaydi's wouldn't notice them from 200 yards (182.88 meters) away. Aside from their assault rifles, the Lamonians were carrying enough explosives to demolish the bridge.
On order over their satellite radio, they would kill all the gaurds, and blow up the bridge. If nothing else, it would hamper Starblaydi supply lines. |
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FNA Feather, Skies over the border
Falcon stood in a clichéd pose, staring ahead out of the bridge. "My liege, we're just crossing the border into The Lowland Clans." The navigation officer sunk back into his chair. Falcon smiled. "I'm so glad nobody can challenge the authority of my smug grin, because I am utterly failing to conceal it." He stepped down from the raised observation area and strolled across the varnished parquet of the lush bridge of his flagship. "We're officially in the airspace of a nation we happen to be at war with. Accordingly, I want us to utterly rape anything they have in the sky. If we didn't put it in the air, it's going to get blown up unless I say so. Starblaydia's got us on the ground, but by -explicitive removed- we've got him in the sky. It's going to come down to a land battle sooner or later, but for now, let's just piss on him from above until he finds a suitable umbrella. Now, scramble."
At this, envoys rushed from the room, and radios chattered frantically. The battle group reformed into a patrol formation, sweeping their way slowly but securely towards the capital.
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Viannor poured over the battlefield maps long into the night, despite her speciality being nowhere in the region of theatre-wide military tactics. Hers was purely an amateur perspective on proceedings, and even from her point of view, she could see bad things were about to happen for Starblaydia.
The vast swathe of purple had pushed The Lowland Clans' navy blue back a good third- to half-way into their own country, to the very gates of Graham City itself. Viannor hated that term, it was being used so much. Nowhere along the front line of besiegement was there anything like a 'gate', symbolic or otherwise. It was obvious to even the most casual observers that Starblaydia could beat The Lowland Clans on her own, such was their momentum and strategic dominance over their foes. The Clansmen themselves had technical superiority and the home field advantage, but that hadn't helped them a great deal in this war so far. The fulcrum had been reached, however, as new colours were added to the map.
Orange. Red. Red-and-Blue stripes.
Falcania. Khazaron. Lamoni.
The green shades of Abattoir and Footballia no longer appeared on the maps, the near-black blue of Xile had vanished too. Hypocria's claret-and-blue stripes still remained, but the yellow/green stripes of Nedalia were closing in on them and the small bastion of Starblaydi purple that represented the island of Sinistra.
The following day, when she finally slept as the sun rose, Viannor's dreams were of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Dreams of empty, soulless black and brilliant, incandescent white. And they were not happy ones.
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Battle for Graham City: Diem Perdidi; “I have Lost the Day”
“Alright class, sit down please, we have long day ahead of us!” said Mr. MacDonald with a slightly raised voice to be heard over the din of students and the ringing bell signifying the beginning of class. “So no announcements for today, just make sure to be finished reading the chapter on the Calanian front of Operation Galactica by tomorrow, because your essays on the War are due at the end of the week, so you don’t want to get behind.
“So, to continue where we left off, the armies of the Strategic Alliance were at the proverbial doorstep of the Lowland Clans. They were laying siege to the capitals of three member-states,” he paused as the members of his modern history class chanted back to him, “London, Athens, and Glasgow,” he smiled, “Thank you, and so they were attacking Graham City as well. So can anyone who actually read chapter 17 tell me why the League forces, primarily the Alliance and Bazalonian forces, had had such a difficult time defeating the Starblaydi forces?”
Eddy raised his hand, “The Starblaydi forces routed them on open land.”
“Good answer Eddy, unfortunately you didn’t finish reading chapter 17,” the class chucked together and Eddy smiled and turned slightly pink with embarrassment, “had you actually done your reading, you would discover that eventually generals Julian Sykes and Henry Campbell, who took command of the Army forces defending Graham City, had been preceded by generals who were afraid to completely engage their forces. There were at least three battles before hand, including the Rescue Action for the 13th Army Group in Okerson where the League forces had a chance to do heavy damage to Starblaydi forces and declined to prosecute their attacks to the very end of their forces.
“Sykes and Campbell however, were two very different men, and would soon remind both the Supreme Headquarters-League Expeditionary Forces and the Starblaydi Army…”
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John Patrick Kingsley stood on the deck of the ASS Winston Churchill, who was now cruising away from Graham City. After saving the 13th Army Group, most of the Armed Forces had to make a hasty retreat from the battle area. The remainders of the 15th Army Group that had smashed up and broken against the Starblaydi forces had joined them at Garrison Point NorthEast England (GP NEE) the try to regain some of the initiative, but the rout at Sagdineo let Starblaydi forces advance at an amazing rate, and they had reached Liverpool in just three days. A defensive line had been established at Portsmouth, protecting the ships who were repaired and rearmed as fast as possible, so that should the Royal Portsmouth Drydocks be overrun, the Lake Bekk fleet would still be able to menace the ground forces on the coast of the Kingdom.
In the east, things were a little brighter. The ASAF had managed to slow the Starblaydi advance, using their command and control and integrated battle network to hit back the moment an advance was reported, and be gone by the time the F-23S’ were in the air, ready to return the favor. But there was a lot to be said for momentum. The Starblaydi Armed Forces had advanced nearly as far as Manchester, with a small pocket around Portsmouth, where the entire 12th Army Group, along with detachments of Bazalonian troops supported by the Justus and the other elements of the Fleet B1. That was the first sign the Starblaydi and Footballian forces were going to run into trouble. But it was one good piece of news in a sea of bad. The NAO had declared a new Collective Order of Legalese, the Quirrith Plague-1, the mutated airborne version of the plague had spread with the non-mutated, weaken immune systems to the deadlier, non-mutated plague. It had infected most of England and Northern Scotland, and order was beginning to collapse. The ASA was stretched to the brink, with regular Municipal Police being conscripted by the Allied States Army, and being hastily thrown together into Military Police units.
For Starblaydia, the news was not much better. The oil that they so desired was flowing, but at indeterminate cost. The newly laid above ground pipes were vulnerable to air strikes and potential orbital bombardment from the Allied States Orbital Command. Groups of citizens organized into resistance cells were striking at Starblaydi Military Police stations in the Occupied States, and relations with the Collective were at a new low. Lucas vander Veer had escaped the KERES agents sent after him, and even had one hung from the gallows in front of the Sagdineo House of Law. Despite the resistance, it was not much more than mere annoyance, and Starblaydia pushed on, but her strategic momentum was beginning to dissipate. The plague targeted indiscriminately, and soon Starblaydi troops were falling ill. It was pure chaos, and there was nothing much that could be done about it.
Two weeks ago, the Starblaydi forces marched into Aberdeen, and blew away SDL forces at the Garrison Point London-Glasgow, cutting off the two capitals from each other. Oxford had been overrun and Starblaydi troops were ready to march on Athens. In a time span of almost six months, Starblaydia had marched clear across one third of the Alliance, captured most of England, and brought the conflict to a climax. With not a single defeat on land and sea, and only one decisive defeat in the air, her confidence was high. An unstoppable machine, her armed forces were advancing on the national capital, and three othet state capitals. This next month would be key. Most of the Allied States urban combat forces were in Graham City, London, Glasgow, and Athens. Strategic Defence League forces were but two weeks away.
Admiral/1st Bill Xavier walked up next to President-Elect Kingsley. It was a tense environment, with the cold wind biting through the thick lambskin aviator jacket and windbreaker that Kingsley wore. It was this hostile environment that the decision had been made by both Congress and the Cabinet to abandon the capital. It was a decision that no one knew exactly what the consequences of it would be. They had already contacted the Portuguese government, and were going to be set up in Porto. Most of Congress was on the merchant ships that were at the center of the Fleet A1. The Cabinet was in the Planning Room, along with the Joint Chiefs and GotAF Myers. Part of the fleet was combat ready, but most of it was scarred from the six months of near constant fighting.
“I never wanted to flee Bill.”
“I know, Mr. President. But it had to be done. You being dead is no good to the Alliance or to the League. You need to be alive to keep up the fight. You’ll be the first one back in when the League forces retake the City. Besides, it may not even fall. The forces we have will be more than enough, and our armed forces are built for urban combat Mr. President. We will triumph.”
President-Elect Kingsley stood there quietly. It was an uncommonly cold year, and they were predicting that it would finally warm up in April, but that was a month away. By them, the battle for the Lowland Clans would be over one way or another and a winner would most likely be known. “Bill,” asked the President quietly, “Where is your family?”
“Ben is fighting with the 9/3/9th in Athens, and Joanne is staying with some friends from school in Pacitalia. Elisabeth is staying with Tina in Canada, and has plans to move to Bedistan should things go south.”
“That’s good to know.”
They gazed out together over the sea, at the many vessels that composed the fleet that was fleeing to Portugal. Kingsley sighed rather deeply, and he admitted to himself that’s really all he had been doing lately. The war was out of his hands for the most part, and could be fought only on the ground. The strategies that the Joint Chiefs and the Department of Defence was being put into place, and a last stand was being made, and there was nothing more to be done. All he had to do was sit, and await the outcome of the battle.
“Mr. President, I just thought I should let you know that you look exhausted. When was the last time you got some sleep?”
“I haven’t been able to. Nightmares, mind racing, you know.”
Admiral Xavier turned and looked at President-Elect Kingsley. “Have you taken any pills?”
“No, that’s the last thing this country need, is their President-Elect getting addicted to sleeping pills during the middle of the biggest war that this nation has seen in modern times.”
“Good.” Xavier saluted and left, pondering about the state of the man who was leading them through the not-so-proverbial Valley of the Shadow of the Death
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Sergeant/1st Jeremy McFadden of the 9/4/6th stood at one of the defensive crossings on the outskirts of Graham City. Well, what could only be loosely called the outskirts of the city. Graham City was a massive city, no one needed to tell them that. McFadden was one of the few from his platoon from the rural areas of the Alliance, and he never really did get used to it, the massive city sprawl that is. Even though Graham City was incredibly complex, spreading both under and above ground, it still took up a lot of space, and the Allied States Army would use that to its advantage. As he patrolled the positions set up by his team to defend against the incoming Starblaydi Army, he was going over the plan that Lieutenant/3rd Kilgarney had given him and his squad. They were assigned a ring of three stations along a set of residential buildings in the Hightcrest section of the city.
Graham City was of course, built from the ground up during the founding of the Alliance, and thus gridlike in layout, especially in the more modern areas outside of the Old Capital district, which were not built to house the millions that now call Graham City home. The Highcrest district was one of the more affluent areas in the city, and was very much an upper-middle class district, sprinkled with a goodly portion of upscale retail outlets, and smaller scale Highcrest-centric commercial development. Of course, the key that whole sentence was the past tense. Most of Highcrest had been abandoned as the Starblaydi Army advanced on the city. This of course, presented a difficult issue of the huge numbers of civilians that had to be evacuated from their homes, and those who stayed. They would be dodging tanks and rockets and Starblaydi infantry. It was the first time that the capital would be experiencing warfare in its history.
Graham City was not just the capital of the Lowland Clans, with great symbolic importance, but was a huge transportation hub, connecting the four British member-states with the rest of the nation. The sea-road-rail transport hubs in the Port, Lowland and Southend Districts would allow Starblaydia to cement their occupation of the northern Alliance, and provide an open invasion path to the rest of the Alliance. The loss of Graham City wouldn’t end the war, but it would almost certainly place the SDL forces in need of a miracle to survive the war. However, once the reinforcements from the mainly Khazaronian and Lamonian force, it would certainly make the defence of the city much easier, if the rail lines leading into the city remained intact.
McFadden found himself now at the platoon’s main position of strength, the ground floor of an office tower located at the first big intersection along Highcrest Road Sections one and two. They had set up a small ammo dump and set of explosives in several buildings around that had been evacuated to collapse onto the road. The Engineering Corps had done the work, and all the Lieutenant had to do was push a button and the road in front of them, which lead to a gas station and several other key facilities needed to retain control of Highcrest were located. It would also serve as a causeway to try to seize the main Highcrest Road, which turned into one of the three tunnels that lead into the rest of the City.
BOOM! The sound of the two artillery pieces rocked Jeremy in his place. The battle had begun.
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Major General/3rd Julian Sykes stood in the command room under 16 Canford Street, which was now full of simply military personnel. The equipment that could not be used to monitor the progress of the military operations in Graham City was discarded, and new equipment brought in. The once neat and nearly obsessively clean room now was dusty in places, and offices had been turned into impromptu storage areas, leading to a general sense of mess that was present in all battlefield headquarters. That however, was the last thing on General Sykes mind. Elements of the 1st Starblaydi Army had already entered the Highcrest District, and were quickly advancing along the rest of the city, and would soon enter the rest of the northern part of the City.
While he did not have the natural protection say a river provided, he had something close to it in the mountain range that grew up out of the ground in the north-easternmost Hillrise District. It continued at about a 20 degree grade across the city, and grew into the Dagernharm Mountain range that forked at Longford and stretched to Zagreb and just past Cork. But the tunnels were well built and would probably sustain all but the heaviest bombardment, and so he couldn’t close the crossings, but he did intend to use them to his advantage.
There was very little he could do tactically at this point, but he already had plans. The Glaswegian Highway was still open, and he intended to use that to his advantage. The 4th Starblaydi Army was advancing on Glasgow specifically, but most of their forces had been devoted to the capture of Graham City. A quick glance at his operational map that showed detailed information of his units and the suspected forces approaching, and told him the he lacked the operational imperative and opportunity to launch a counter-attack using the highway as a launching point, but it certainly was in his plans.
He was already distributing his reserves that were coming up to defend the City in such a way that he was favouring defence of the highway. But he had to it slow, so as to not provoke the interest of Othello Munez, commander of the 1st Starblaydi Army, and Supreme Commander of Alliance Forces, East. Sykes brother in command, General/1st Henry Campbell arrived and saluted. “I have the finished plans of the counter-attack, as well as the defence of the city. It will be a tough thing, as well have to draw in the Starblaydi forces far enough that we can get at their supply lines with an attack from the Highway, but we cannot allow them to capture the key points around the city, here, here and here.” He pointed at three points on the projected map, which were highlighted by glowing red flags.
The Allied Rail Depot in the Second District, just to the north of the Old Capital district and just twenty kilometres from the primary rail tunnel. It also was the main station for the Metro Rail Transit system, the local subway system that was very well developed. The second was the William Graham Port Authority facilities in the Port District, which allowed the Alliance to feed those who were still here. The civilians had yet to leave most of southern Graham City, particularly the Greenway District and the Newbourne District, and even in the North some simply had no place to go. It was going to be a huge danger for the Alliance forces. The Starblaydi Army showed no care for civilian casualties and had already been bombing London for two weeks now, but had been unable to attack with aircraft because of the strong defences around the capitals of Glasgow and Graham City.
The final spot was of course the building he was standing in, 16 Canford Street. Nelson Square, commemorating the famous Admiral as well as all the following Admiralty and across the way was the Congress of Alliance, and the Supreme Court of Alliance was just down Canford Street. It was incredible. They had a large task ahead of them. As if to confirm his thoughts, the lights flickered over head. A young private who was watching the developments to the north said, “First contact has been made. The battle has begun.”
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The explosion rocked Jeremy McFadden’s brain. The explosion was the bringing down of the two buildings that the company headquarters had just been. The buildings fell onto the road, and crushed two Gilgamesh tanks that had been advancing along it. Three Crawler Lights scurried in their eerie fashion over the rubble into the on coming forces. Their machine guns and smallish, 75mm cannons smashed into the Starblaydi forces. Two AH-7 Mjolnir helicopters flew overhead, raking the Starblaydi positions with rocket fire before quickly withdrawing down two side streets, avoiding reprisal. Starblaydia had come fast, and overwhelmed the initial defensive positions.
McFadden had received orders to retreat back to the last station on the Highcrest MRT Line, Commercial Station, which let out at the heart of the commercial district. He had already assumed command of the company, with the Lieutenant somewhere in the rubble about two hundred meters in front of him. He sent the orders through the AFAS network, and the infantry platoon began to withdraw. The Armoured Division would cover the battalion’s retreat, and as if on command, two Crawler Heavies and a Longhamner roared down the main Section 2 road, and the battalion beat their hasty retreat. Jamming into three troop trucks and a Humvee, they roared down the road. As they turned on to Highcrest, the road in front of them erupted into smoke and pebbles, as artillery and mobile anti-aircraft missiles were shot into the city. McFadden threw the Humvee into a wild turn that put it on two wheels. It tilted and finally slammed back upright. The rough and damaged road rattled his teeth as he drove past retreating infantry and wrecked tanks, even one or two still firing artillery pieces. The main turn-off had already been blasted to the point of being not traversable, and a Crawler Heavy had been forced to blast a hole in the buildings adjacent to the main turn-off to the station, giving a somewhat better road to the retreating forces.
They got to the station, and soon all but Sergeant McFadden, who had been ordered to stay behind briefly to report on the defence the Humvee, shouting instructions to his platoon. “Get to the trains! Wait for my orders before we go to get back to the next position! I’ll be along shortly; we’ll meet at the rendezvous point at Station Exit 2. Go!” He jogged up to the command post and ducked under the half-open flap. Colonel/2nd Collin Kelkien and his staff were waiting.
“Lieutenant McFadden, good to see you. Your company was able to hold out for much longer than we expected. The main offensive came with a lot more strength then we first anticipated, and so we’ve been overrun much quicker than we anticipated. We haven’t had a chance to get all of the trains from Commercial out of the station, and if we don’t the blasted Starblaydis will be able to advance much faster than we could defend against. They would be able to bypass a full regiment of defending troops! We need your platoon to get on the trains and send them back to the main station.” He turned to give the necessary set of instructions when all of the sudden McFadden’s vision went black. His ears were ringing, and he felt blood in his mouth.
It took him about a minute to realize what had happened. A lucky Starblaydi shell had hit the command post, levelling it and tossing him across the station. Soldiers were rushing to get to the underground station, and most had been tossed. It was a mess, but he had orders that still appeared on his objectives list, and he would fulfill them. He got up gingerly and limped towards Exit 2. His platoon had taken cover in the stairwell and was waiting for him. He transmitted their orders to the rest of the platoon, along with their actions since their computers hadn’t been given the instructions: destroy the trains. The depot was located in the rear of the station and just over a hundred trains were present and not being used for the evacuation.
The just wasn’t enough time to get all of the trains sent, and thankfully for the AFAS.net, everyone had known about it. The destruction of the command post had made this a priority action, and three other platoon-less soldiers joined up as they wrecked the trains. They saved one for their retreat. It was long work, taking almost twenty minutes. When the red immediate retreat sign went up in their vision, they activated their train. The station at this point was mostly deserted, and only a few more soldiers entered the train as they shot through the station, past the rest of the Hillcrest line and on through the mountain and to the regimental headquarters.
As they all breathed from the chaos that they had just passed by, drinking water and eating small chocolates or energy bars, they counted up trains. They had destroyed between 75 and 90 trains, but the rails were hopefully destroyed, thanks to the timed charge left behind by two engineers that had joined up with company during their flight from Commercial station. The newly minted Lieutenant McFadden breathed a sigh of relief. But he knew that the battle had just begun, and that this was going to be the first in a long set of panicked missions with an unclear chain of command. It was going to be the greatest and most terrible battle fought before, now and probably forever more.
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Supreme General Othello Munez of Starblaydia was looking at his maps as the assault on Graham City progressed. They had already taken control of two of the three districts north of the Mountains, and had secured two MRT lines to the rest of the city, but they had been badly damaged. But that was not what concerned him. He saw the increasingly large concentrations of troops in both Glasgow and Graham City who were defending the intercity wheeled highway. It was a strange place to be defending, as they had neither the strength for and kind of counter-attack, nor the ability to truly reinforce either position. Munez wondered exactly what they were up to. He decided to test them and see what their reaction was. He called up Colonel Iago Forlan, commander of his armoured regiments, “Forlan, I want you to attack the highway. Yes. The highway, they have a strange concentration of defensive positions, and I don’t know what they are up to. Yes, try to sever it. If you can, use to attack the city. If you can get to it, run for their Congress.” |
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The Lamonian troops in and around Graham City had taken up positions designated by their Clannish hosts. Lamonian artillery was augmenting Clannish artillery, as well. All they were waiting for was the order to fire.
The first Starblaydi artillery explosions could be heard all over the mostly quiet city, and the training of the soldiers took over as they hunkered down in their prepared defensive positions.
(OOC: Just to make this clear to TLC, he can use my artillery and troops however he wants for the battle)
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The Lamonian platoon had been watching the bridge for twenty hours now. They had even taken to nicknaming their opposite numbers. It was the turn of the platoon's Sergeant to watch the Blaydi's and he got his First Lieutenant's attention as Blaydi Sergeant was seen running to what looked like a radio truck. That was the radio call to the platoon was made. The First Lieutenant took it, and smiled grimly (as soldiers are wont to do when ordered to combat).
As he signed off, he had the Sergeant gather the platoon, and he simply said, "We're go. We stay on this side of the bridge, and flank them from both sides until we've beaten them back. Then we plant the explosives, and run back here to blow them. Remember, we are to try to let ONE Blaydi escape. Just ONE. To your positions."
The platoon (40 men) was in their two groups of twenty. The First Lieutenant selected three round burst on his CR-21 assault rifle, and intentionally fired the first three round burst high. He wanted the Blaydis scrambling in order to give his men the time advantage. He then yelled "OPEN FIRE!" From the terrain cover, the Lamonians started shooting at the Starblaydis, adding even worse blood to the already abominable flood of bad blood between the two AO nations.
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Jeremy was reading about the battle for the (nameless) bridge in Lamonian Army Boot Camp. Like everyone else, he was wondering why the Lieutenant hadn't just had his men storm the bridge. They would have taken casualties, but the battle would've been over much faster. Then they could have just let their survivor run off without theatrics.
As it turned out, it was but the first Lamonian military 'move' in the war, and they would ultimately help to turn the tide in the AOWar. |
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The camera zoomed in on a podium with several Hockey Canadian flags draped patriotically around a bright yellow Hockey Stick and Sickle. Stepping up to the podium was Prime Minister Ondrea Di Lorenzi, dressed in all black and hair tied back professionally, she stared the camera down as if to pause before giving a speech.
"Atlantian Oceania..."
She paused to give a quick smirk almost as if to hold back a laugh.
"...though I feel absolutely no remorse fr what is currently going on in Oliverry. I find this quite entertaining how the Strategic Defense League seems to have abandoned one ally to help another. From what we have seen, only Lamonian and Falcanian troops have been sent to defend against the Hockey Canadian hammer that is our armed forces. Yet as you send this pitiful force to stop my nation and I, you appear locked in a conflict with Starblaydia and supporters. Since we have observed this rather entertaining conflict, I have chosen now as the time to take advantage.
I don't take this matter lightly, so I will get right down to the point. You can choose to leave Oliverry and all the land Hockey Canada has taken remains under our control. If you choose to do this, we will cease fighting and remain a casual observant in your strife. Maybe even aid you in this. There is another choice: keep fighting in Oliverry and we will do the same until Marshalliston has the stick and sickle waving above it. If you choose to keep fighting, the Hockey Canadian government-funded Anadyr Drive yeards will open up a supply line into Starblaydia further boosting their numbers so they may have our forces at their already immense disposal.
There is one final option I have for you all. Abandon Oliverry for Hockey Canadian control and we will support the Strategic Defense League in their war on Starblaydia and her allies. Though your smartest decision would be to keep fighting in Oliverry and not have Hockey Canada enter the fray, choose wisely nonetheless.
You have 48 hours to respond."
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