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Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: June 1, 2015, 2:16 pm
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In Secret
A Spartan army of 2.5 million with tanks and artillery are
slowly making their way to the Spartan river that leads out to
sea where the navy has gathered.
#Post#: 1408--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: June 1, 2015, 4:20 pm
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OOC: Whatever.
IC:
The first of the men have arrived and transport aircraft are
arriving.
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Re: Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: June 1, 2015, 6:51 pm
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Emperor Xerxes has stopped his embargo on USSDEN stating,
"Ladies and gentlemen of the NCSA. I wish to assure everyone
that the Spartan wish is peace throughout the region. Our
embargo was merely because of USSDEN's actions against Heavenly
Paradise which we now see were justified. There are Spartan
citizens that have been waiting for this day so they could
migrate to USSDEN for the new jobs that are offered there. We
are sad to see these people leave but we cannot change their
mind. They have begun flocking to USSDEN by sea and air. We
assure these migraters that they will always be welcome back in
Sparta. Thank you."
In Secret
Thousands of men and women that were part of the Spartan Rangers
have begun to head to USSDEN as the "migraters" as well as other
citizens. A total of 7,000 citizens left with 4,500 of these
being Rangers. They carry no weapons, comms, and it's impossible
to tell that they are Rangers because the Rangers existence is
unknown. Some travel by sea and some by land.
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Re: Operation Blackout
By: Caos Date: June 1, 2015, 8:41 pm
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OOC:Mmmkay...
IC: Due to previously made protocols, there will be no man
allowed into DEN until further notice. A massive influx of
people is the last thing we need.
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Re: Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: June 2, 2015, 9:47 am
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Emperor Xerxes asks what these protocols are.
In Secret
Throughout five different cities(Sparta City, Athens, Sayre,
Pittsburgh, and Philadelphia around 1.1 million men have
gathered. Others will be arriving later. The process of
transferring tanks and artillery to these cities secretly has
begun. More later.
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Re: Operation Blackout
By: Caos Date: June 2, 2015, 10:17 am
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DEN cites old protocols enacted after the move from his nation
to Heavenly Paradise, saying that people cannot enter until
certain things are fixed. This protocol has been in place for a
long time. It is not new.
In Secret
"Sir, we're recording a massive influx of military vehicles and
what looks like personnel to enemy cities. It seems they are
expecting a fight with the news of the launches." An officer
reported to Vladimir, who took a look at the satellite photos.
He frowned and looked closer. Yes, this was bad.
"Launch recon planes above him. Their stealth capabilities
should protect them from being spotted. After all, they have no
experience with us militarily..." Vladimir replied, and sat
back. He got the report that 5 aircraft launched from Base
Paradise and started heading towards Sparta to spy at 80,000
feet, far above the enemy.
OOC: You better start making better quality posts because I am
sick of this "Move troops posts losses" schiße from EVERYONE.
I'm only doing this because I don't have much choice with the
way I post now. I can't do very long posts against something of
this caliber.
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Re: Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: June 2, 2015, 11:17 am
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In Secret
General Bonaparte observed as his soldiers arrived in Sparta
City. Everything was going according to plan and yet the
preparations were meager at best. Soon everything would be
completed and the army would be ready. He had been appointed the
commander of all armies in Sparta. He issued a decree to each
city, "Every able bodied citizen is to help dig defensive
trenches around each major city. Barbed wire will be placed and
anti-tank and personnel mines placed. Marshal law is to be
declared in Sparta. All public officials are to be taken to
safety. Once the defenses are laid, the reserves will be called
up. The elderly and children and mothers will be given the
opportunity to escape into Canada or Gondor. The missile defense
systems are to be prepared and ready at once. The Air Force is
to be made ready and fly constant patrols. The only way DEN can
attack us is from the air. Hurry."
An aid rushes in, "Sir the deal has been closed. We have a naval
fleet coming."
"Good good. Have the men begin to ride merchant boats out to
meet them. I want tanks and artillery loaded on it also. We
should be able to fit 600,000 men and tanks and artillery
onboard. It'll be a squeeze but they can handle it." He replied.
He reclined in his chair. Everything was going as planned.
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Re: Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: June 3, 2015, 9:07 am
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In Secret
27,000 naval men and 1,000 Imperial Guardsmen men landed on the
new fleet. The equipment also arrived and with it the Spartan
Nuclear EMP. They began to head south towards the Panama Canal.
The battleship with the EMP on it moved ahead of the group with
two escorts quickly heading south. In Sparta, the second nuclear
weapon EMP was getting ready to fire. As soon as the protective
equipping of Spartan computers was done it would be ready to
fire. General Bonaparte sat on his flagship, the SS Vengeance,
with Admiral Nelson observing as the fleet left. The fleet had
air cover by Spartan fighters and beneath the waters submarines
patrolled all around them with a steady eye. Bonaparte drank a
coffee and dispatched his morning orders. "We are to appear as a
convoy escorting these 75 merchant ships. We know that's not
true but we must make it appear like it is. Be vigilant for any
attacks as the East Coast is full of high tension right now.
Don't ever surrender. We will fight to the death. We know what
happens to losers when USSDEN defeats them. Look at Heavenly
Paradise! They were completely blocked off. HQ has done all they
can to secure us safety. As soon as we get far enough south
later tonight the EMP boxes project should be completed. The
engineers are going double time and taking almost no breaks.
They know what this means to our nation. Check your equipment.
Make sure each of you has night vision goggles, thermal goggles,
grenades, bullet proof armor and vests, and make sure your
weapons are ready. Go to your Platoon commander if you want more
bullets or grenades. When we get to the Namian beaches, there
will be three landing squads. Iroquois, Onadaga, and Sioux. Make
sure you know which group you are in! Prepare for hell men. Over
and out."
The men onboard began to check all their equipment and make sure
everything was in order. They were about to brave something no
one had ever done. Invade the Namian homeland.
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Re: Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: June 4, 2015, 1:49 pm
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OOC: Bump
#Post#: 1587--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Caos Date: June 5, 2015, 1:45 am
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DEN
Base Paradise
Communications and OTH Station
DEN Army Group E
The phone rang out with a shrill whistle, repeated over and over
again. General Withers was woken up instantly, his wife already
moaning and rolling over to silence the noise with her pillow.
Withers, on the other hand, knew exactly what it was. Someone
found something, and they wanted him to know. He yawned, his
mouth opening widely, and picked up the phone in his hand,
silencing the ring and sitting up. He reached over and turned on
the light with a twist of his wrist. He listened to the voice
for a moment, his face suddenly lighting up within a few words.
This was no ordinary call, he knew. This was something worse.
"Sorry, honey. Gotta go. Very urgent." Withers said, and leaned
over to kiss her forehead gently. He got up out of the bed and
stretched, getting dressed into his military dress gear. "Don't
worry, dear. I'll only be gone maybe the day. It's very
important."
"Everything's urgent and important, Withers... When will you
stay home and take the day off like you said?" She replied, and
covered her head with a pillow.
"Eventually. But this is... dead serious, dear. I mean it. We
could be in danger." He replied calmly, adjusting his tie. He
finished dressing and kissed her on the forehead gently, turning
towards the door. He stood in the doorway, waved and smiled, and
left the room. Eventually the house. "See you tonight, I hope!"
*****
DEN
Near Panama Canal
Tetrarch Class Submarine
UAB-T601 Emelia
The captain sipped his coffee, walking around on the deck of the
command room. It was a slow day, but then again, all days were
slow on a submarine that doesn't come into contact with others.
He sighed and walked to the map table in front of him, placing
his drink down gently. They were heading for a course of 256 at
just about 5 knots, just cruising around the area. They had been
going on circles at a depth of around 300 feet below the surface
of water. A modest depth, yes, but they had no real reason to go
lower. And at this depth they could still receive coded orders.
"Morning, Jack." A man said, stretching out and sitting down. He
put on a pair of headphones that the other man left behind, and
sipped his own black coffee that he poured from a pot on the
tables. "Any new orders, sir?"
"Actually, yes. I did. I was going to give them to you on my
next shift, so here it is." Jack the Captain replied, and
stretched out. He reached over and grabbed a piece of paper that
had been printed from the coded radio, a couple of hours old. He
cleared his throat. "Central ordered us to change course and
head for what seems to be an intercept course between Florida
and the Pana CanaL. Apparently, Fort Paradise picked up what
looked like a cluster of ships off the coast of EMC CO, which
merged with another group and started heading it's way down to
Florida. I don't know the details, but we're supposed to catch
it head on at the tip of Florida along with UAB-T602, UAB-K601
and UAB-K602. We're to track this new bogie and report back to
central every so often. It's already being trailed by UAB-T401,2
and UABK404,5, and 6. The others are staying back to watch over
the Beta Is in the area. UAB-K603, 4, 5, and 6 are heading for
the Canal opening as we speak."
"That's it?"
"That's it. Sounds like a simple mission, no?" Jack replied, and
the man at the sonar station leaned back and nodded. "Lets get
to it. I expect everyone to give 110%. Who knows? After all,
this may be a military situation. And remember, I want no fuck
ups. No one knows we're here right now, so lets keep it that
way. Pilot, set new course. 095, speed 13 knots. Lets get at
those bastards before they can get anywhere near florida!"
DEN
Fort Paradise
Command Center
Army Group E
"General Withers. You called?" Vladimir's voice asked. His voice
was coming from a screen that could view the entire room. It was
perfect for watching the war strategy. The screen, as one
expected, held the face of Vladimir, the country's unofficial
top leader, as well as the country's official military and
strategy leader. He was at the War Room in Central, as expected,
holding a cigar in his hand as the other command staff
surrounded him.
"Yes, sir. We may have a situation on our hands." Withers
replied, and Vladimir nodded, putting out his hand with the
cigar in it in a manner of saying, continue. Withers in turn
nodded and continued on as expected. "Around 0900 hours,
satellites had a picture of the EMC mercenary fleet, here.
Twenty warships in all... a modest force, but one we expected
cost a lot of money. At 0930, it circled around again, and this
time, the fleet was gearing up to move out. As you can see here,
we've got photos of thousands of people pouring into the fleet,
before taking off at 1130 that day. At 1245 hours, OTH Paradise
picked the fleet up on our outermost ranges. Satellite radar did
the same, and we had a clear measure of their wake. Classified
submarine positions off the coast picked up sonar signatures of
the fleet, and we can confirm it's movements north, to Sparta.
Reconnaissance photographs from the air gave us a much better
look at what we were dealing with, and it appears that they
grouped up there with a Spartan trade convoy, and started off
again. At 0900 the next day, SONAR picked them up once again,
this time with 75 extra signatures. Naturally, our subs
withdrew, but we ordered them to track the ships, along with
OTH.
"We've dispatched another wing of recon planes to get another
grab of photos on the warships, but OTH and satellite gave us
what appears to be a spearhead. Here's where it gets tricky.
About a week before this, we got photos of new lines appearing
around each city, as well as what seems like an influx of
traffic, all from the west, north west, and north sections, down
to the capitol. Our analysts tell us it's a mobilization, and we
don't have any reason to believe not to. The lines here suggest
trench lines, and a week later, they were complete. It is true,
sir. Sparta mobilized. For what, we don't know.
"As of now, the 'convoy' of ships is heading for the Floridian
peninsula, which gives us six possible destinations before they
reach the Canal. After that, it's only two more destinations
before it's us. That puts us at potentially a 1 in eight chance
of being targeted. As you know, we've already publicly accused
them of nuclear detonations in the Atlantic, which is what we
were first looking for when we sent the subs. Before, we took
hostage a few officials who lied to us about their intentions.
After that one, we were almost attacked in Sparta after our
merchant crew was almost detained. Personally? I feel they're
heading for us, but for political reasons, we cannot necessarily
act now."
Withers stopped, and stood at attention, his hands behind his
back.
"Whats the current situation with tracking?" Vladimir asked.
"We've got multiple submarines already tracking the fleet, and
we've got a few more moving to intercept, with even more heading
for the Canal. We've got just before the Canal to trap them
where they are. After that, we can try again, but our sub cover
may be blown. If we move fast, and get all ships steaming for
the Canal opening, we'll be able to trap them like sitting
ducks, and harass them with our subs while our main fleet awaits
them." Withers reported, speculating. The idea was a sound one,
but only if they had a casus beli could they attack. Speculation
might be enough, but they'd need more.
"Very well. Send your 6th fleet to the Canal. Maybe if we scare
them enough, they'll turn around... after all, they've only got
twenty vessels. I doubt they'd be an issue. Tell your silos to
target the Canal, but don't fire. We may have to close it if we
feel they're moving too close too fast. Keep us updated.
Vladimir out."
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