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#Post#: 1592--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: June 5, 2015, 8:42 am
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West Phoenicia
The merchant ships went into the harbor and began to trade while
the navy awaited offshore. General Bonaparte and Admiral Nelson
sat in the Situation Room with all the other officers, "Admiral
Nelson, remind me again. Why must we pause this mission to let
these greedy little merchants trade?!" General Bonaparte asked.
"My friend, our mission is to maintain the look of a convoy of
warships here to protect these traders until we can get in range
to invade the Namein coast. Don't you think it would be odd if a
trade convoy didn't stop and trade?! Don't get me wrong, I don't
like this either but I suspect USSDEN is watching us. This is
just my suspicion but I believe it to be true. An aid ran in and
handed Admiral Nelson something. "Well men, it appears the
merchants are done trading and we are ready to head out. They
wish to stop along the Panama Canal and trade. This is what we
will do. We will then trade north along the West Coast that
dispatch the traders home and initiate Operation Blackout." We
are underway in 5 minutes. Our goal is to reach the canal at 6
PM to allow the traders to trade then we can get underway at
night. Move out."
#Post#: 1822--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Caos Date: June 10, 2015, 3:33 am
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DEN
Over West Phonecia
Recon Squadron
They were 80,000 feet in the air, moving along at Mach 3 right
above what was the enemy fleet, standing at West Phonecian
ports. The planes began circling the ports, taking pictures of
anything and everything that moved, and even the things that
didn't. As they flew, the videos and pictures, thermal, normal,
and negative, were being sent live to Fort Paradise via
communications satellites. No one would be able to notice the
planes far above or the communications between them. It was the
perfect recon op.
"Fort Paradise, Fort Paradise, this is Recon Op 4... we've got
pictures of the fleet below, but we've got no movement onto
land." The pilot reported, turning his aircraft into an orbit
and putting the autopilot on lock. "Requesting orders to get a
closer look."
"Recon Op, this is Fort Paradise. Continue and get a closer
look, over." The reply came, and the pilot nodded, lowering his
altitude and slowing the plane down a little to compensate, then
began taking pictures.
DEN
Fort Paradise
Army Group E
The war room was a buzz with the information coming in from all
over. Satellite photos, recon data from the subs, photos and
videos from the recon planes, and radar from both subs and the
OTH were all over the war room. Vladimir, fortunately, was
listening in on the situation, from his usual spot at Central.
He was always at central, so today would be no different. The
video screen showed him surrounded by the other officers in the
room, and everyone was awaiting the General's report.
"Vladimir, Sir." The man nodded in acknowledgement, and then
continued on. "Sir, we've got some interesting news. Earlier,
our OTH picked up a stop in the ships from Sparta, just at West
Phonecian ports. This was... Odd, and confirmed by the sub
commanders. Furthermore, we've got visual confirmation."
"What's the odd part about it, Withers?" Vladimir asked, raising
an eyebrow. The others watched. "That means that it's just a
merchant fleet, no?"
"Not quite. See... The entire fleet is there. So they must be
violating West Phonecian laws. Furthermore, they're only just
hanging out in port. Our aerial recon shows no movement or trade
whatsoever. In short, it's a ruse." Withers replied, and
Vladimir nodded. Impressive.
"I see... Well, we can't play into the enemy's hands just now.
Keep the following protocol in, but alert some stations. We may
have to get into a fight sooner than later.... And we do have
the 4th fleet, no?" Vladimir asked, wondering.
"Yes, sir. But they're about to conduct operations at
Confederate Texas, sir. Supporting the local government." He
replied, and handed him that report. "We could place them on
patrol, and alert the fleet should the ships pass Florida. We
know they will."
"Hmm... Very well. Do so. We'll keep watch here. Don't let them
get past the Canal, soldier." Vladimir replied, and cut the
comms.
#Post#: 1827--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Heavenly Paradise Date: June 10, 2015, 12:39 pm
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Madison, Gondor
Central Command Center under the Royal Palace
King Aragorn and his generals sat around a table in the large
underground complex, contemplating the developing situation with
Sparta. Sparta had nuclear weapons, and so did Gondor. As much
as Sparta denied that they were a threat, they found the reasons
that Sparta got the weapons to be rather suspicious. Aragorn lit
a cigar, and began to address the situation.
"Well boys, we are in a bit of a pickle. Sparta's got nukes near
us and who knows what else, but we don't know the whole truth.
The only way that we can do this is to observe. What we need to
do is position our satellites above Sparta once we've launched
them, and send a squadron of R-62s to get a bird's eye view. We
need to be stealthy about this, and Sparta doesn't need to feel
threatened for the moment. Once we get pictures, videos, thermal
imaging, and negatives from our reconnaissance mission, we can
then decide what course of action to take. It may, of course be
nothing, but we just need to be sure. I want those planes flying
high, and the stealth should help the R-62s evade any detection.
Send the orders to the airmen boys, we have some research to
do."
OTH Radar Station
Gills Rock, Gondor
The R-62s weren't the only recon mission that was underway. The
OTH station had been ordered to monitor Spartan activity. What
they were looking for wasn't exact, but the readings would be
pretty accurate given the proximity of Gondor to Sparta.
Lieutenant Mather's was at the central command station at the
center of the OTH station, and was briefing his men on the
mission.
"Fellas, we are going to use the long range components of this
radar station to monitor Spartan military activities. What we
are looking for is any more nuclear testing, military
mobilizations, and any aircraft movements. If you find anything,
ANYTHING, you are to immediately report it to your CO, who will
report it to me. This mission is a top priority of the crown,
handed right down from the big man himself. So be vigilant, and
watch Sparta for anything fishy. Understand?". The men quickly
nodded and headed to their posts, fixing in their radar on
Sparta. They didn't know what they'd find, or even if they'd
find anything. But they had to try. This was, after all, their
first info gathering mission. They couldn't screw up. They
needed this.
Janesville, Gondor
Janesville Air Force Base
The R-62s were fueled up and ready to go. There were 10 planes
on this mission. The pilots had been given their orders, and
they were to fly to certain designated areas in Sparta to get
info. A lot of what they would be getting was high resolution
images, but they could also get video if they needed to. They
were told to especially watch for things like nuclear reactors,
silos, and missiles. If they detected any of those, they would
send the pictures back asap. If they detected any of these
things, they were told to go down in altitude slightly in order
to get a closer look;they wanted to know exactly what they were
dealing with. They would detect any nuclear reactors by knowing
what they looked like (they had been briefed on this too), and
by using thermal imaging to sense the heat produced by a
reactor. The pilots would also watch for any significant
military movement just to be safe. The pilots knew their
mission, and geared up. Once command had given them the clear
for the mission, they rolled off the tarmac, taking off and
getting to about 75,000-80,000 feet. They would fly high and
would be protected by their stealth planes. They were gonna see
just what the hell Sparta was up to. And they were gonna do it
right. Nice and quiet.
#Post#: 1842--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: June 10, 2015, 5:26 pm
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OOC: Yeah Sure. I didn't realize [quote author=Sparta
link=topic=210.msg1829#msg1829 date=1433966222]
Admiral Nelson watched as the Texas coast came into view. The
fleet had been slowing down to appear as if the trade ships had
lots of goods on them. Admiral Nelson radioed to the NCSA
government and the Spartan government, "We have entered Texas
waters heading to trade along the Panama Canal and the West
Coast before we will be coming back to Spartan territory. If you
need to contact us radio in to this. Over and out." He finished.
Nelson smiled. All was going as planned, He surveyed the water
ahead of them and saw that nothing was in the way but clear
water. "Send some fighters up to act as birds in the sky. I
don't want to be caught off guard in an attack. Even though no
attack is expected it can't help to be prepared!" He said.
Meanwhile, the men below deck were getting restless and wished
for a fight soon. They had gone over their invasion plans and
had them memorized. If all went according to plan they would
have their fight soon. In the meantime, they drank beer and
played cards hoping for when the fight would come.
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#Post#: 1869--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Heavenly Paradise Date: June 11, 2015, 1:48 am
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Over Sparta
Altitude: 80,000 feet
The 10 R-62s had gone their separate ways, and each flew near a
major city, military area, or factories (scanning for nuclear
reactors). One of the pilots was surveying the area when what
seemed to be an extremely large facility came into view. It
looked like a nuclear reactor, but he wasn't entirely sure. He
went to about 65,000 feet to get a closer look, and switched his
cameras to thermal imaging. Massive amounts of heat and energy
were being discharged. It was definitely a reactor. Near it he
could also make out guards protecting the area (Sparta, I'm
assuming you don't leave your nuclear facilities unprotected).
He had found one, and two other planes reported similar places
around the state. The Spartans sure we're enriching uranium, and
massive reactors of this capacity could definitely produce a
nuclear weapon given the right amount of know how. The other 6
planes didn't see too much, but they did see a lot of military
personnel around the cities and in the rural areas, patrolling
endlessly, as if they were ready to be attacked. They were
scared of something, but he didn't know what. The Spartan navy
had also sent small corvette like craft along the rivers for in
state water patrols, which was not alarming. Towards the end of
their routes, they uncovered another harrowing finding; silos.
The silos were extremely large and busy with people performing
maintenance and checks. In the silos were what seemed to be
ICBMs, no doubt nuclear weapons. They could tell that the
Spartans had put untold amounts of money into these projects,
and it was quite terrifying. They returned to Gondor and radioed
Madison as soon as they were in Gondorian airspace. "Crown, this
is Eagle Actual. Our mission was certainly a success, but the
results were our worst fears. Sparta definitely has nuclear
weapons and is enriching uranium to possibly make more. Their
reactors are pieces of work and so are their silos. We will send
you all the data as soon as we land. Eagle Actual out."
OTH Radar Station, Gills Rock
The men looked at their screens as they monitored Sparta, and
nothing too special really came up. But they sure did have
plethora of red blips to look at on their green crosshairs. A
lot of military activities were afoot, and it seemed as if they
were readied for a war of sorts. They all reported this.to the
men in charge, and they got it to Lieutenant Mathers. Mathers
was surprised by the mass mobilisation. It was as if they were
preparing for an invasion or something. The king needed to know
about this. He set up a meeting with Aragorn, hoping that this
would help.
#Post#: 2137--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Caos Date: June 17, 2015, 12:49 am
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DEN
Texan Coast
DEN 6th and 1st Submarine Fleet
UAB-T601 Emelia
"Captain, we've got a new communication from Central." The
communications officer reported to the Captain. He held in his
hands the decoded message, which was handed to the Captain. He
took the paper and browsed over it for a second, before nodding
to himself.
[quote]
TO: UAB-T601 EMELIA
FROM: CENTRAL COMMAND
SUBJECT: INTERCEPTION OF SPARTAN FLEET
ENCRYPTION: MAX
DETAILS:
1. SPARTAN FLEET LOCATED AND TRACKED HEADING WESTWARD AT 35
KNOTS, COURSE 245
2. SUBMARINES 302-306 GUARDING EXIT OF CANAL, SUBMARINES 604-606
GUARDING ENTRANCE, FLEET SENDING ONE CARRIER, TWO CRUISERS,
EIGHT DESTROYERS ON INTERCEPT TO CANAL. MISSILE SUBS ARE WITHIN
TARGETING RANGE. EXPECT UPDATES ON ENEMY SURFACE POSITION.
3. INTERCEPT ENEMY SURFACE FLEET AT CANAL. DO NOT ENGAGE TARGETS
UNTIL ORDERED TO DO SO. REPORT CHANGE IN COURSE, SPEED, OR
SITUATION. MONITOR WITH EXTREME CAUTION. STAY UNDETECTED AT ALL
COSTS. UPDATE FLEET PERIODICALLY ON POSITION. MAINTAIN RADIO
SILENCE UNTIL OTHERWISE ORDERED.[/quote]
Jacob finished reading the orders and set them down, scratching
the thin beard that was forming. The crew aboard the Emelia had
less than strict hair standards on board, and most people shaved
only occasionally. Jacob didn't think his fine crew's
performance would be affected by having a thin beard, and he
made proof of that in his position. After a moment of pondering,
he approached the navigators table and examined the map on the
table that the navigator was currently working on, adjusting
their position every so often.
"Afternoon, Cap." The navigator replied, marking out the enemy's
position on the map, then scrolling over and adjusting another
few positions. He set their course and speed into the map, and
the map began updating itself. "Can I help you with anything,
sir?"
"Afternoon, Johnnie." Jacob replied, studying the map. "Yes,
actually. Where is the enemy fleet currently? And where is the
carrier?"
"Ahh. The fleet's halfway between Panama and Florida, and
steaming at their slowest ship's maximum speed. Our carrier
group seems to only just started moving out, and they'll be
within fighter range... actually pretty soon. Panama's about
1,000 nautical miles as the bird flies, but there's Cuba in the
way, so they'll be moving around that place. That brings them
right between Cuba and the carrier group, and we'll be right
within range of them easily." He replied, and pointed at the
large map. He moved it around and showed the carrier group's
path. "They'll be heading right down there."
"Ahh.... then that will be good. We'll intercept them right
here, and follow them until they hit the Canal. I'd rather have
them stuck at the Canal, with boats in the canal, then anywhere
else. At least then, they can't move out of the way." Jacob
replied, pointing at the map. "Make a course for the intercept,
and then one for Panama. Pilot! New course! Turn to 200 degrees,
half speed! We'll catch the bastards...."
"Good idea, sir. The missile subs will be moving right behind
us, sir. They're already on their movement."
"Good. Good job. Alright, people, lets make this good. I want
the best out of you. Weapons, are we primed and ready to go?"
"Yes, sir, Cap. All tubes loaded. We'll be ready to fire if you
ever need us to." The weapons officer replied, and Jacob nodded,
putting his hands in his pockets. He ran the situation through
all the time in his head. They had just begun their interception
course at 20 knots... and they'd be silent, just like every
other attack sub with them. All 4 attack subs were heading for
the fleet right now, and they'd be more than a match for the 20
warships.
"Good job, soldiers. Extra rations tonight. Keep up the good
work." The Captain replied, and there was cheering in the
submarine as the captain walked off the bridge.
DEN
Leaving Gulf of Mexico
4th Fleet Carrier Group Kittyhawk
NAC-405 Kittyhawk
The Captain of the ship was just notified of two sentries taking
off from the deck when he had settled down, and swore. Always
someone bothered him. He didn't really mind that people needed
him, but he had a bad habit of swearing when things didn't go
his way. Everything seemed to not go his way a lot of times.
This, however, was definitely going to go his way. And he had to
get his rest as well as he could. He looked at his clock and
sighed, getting changed into his sleeping clothes. The clock had
read 2200 hours, at 10 o'clock for 12 hour time. Just late
enough for him to get rest.
He had to sleep, he mused to himself as he jumped into his bed.
Tomorrow, they'd be within range of the Spartan fleet, and
they'd give their show right there and then. A grand display of
power. 10 G-90s would be sent off with two 1000 pound bombs, ECM
pods, and a full payload. Right now, the Sentries would be
flying up to first pinpoint the enemy ships. Then he'd have to
send off his bombers, which would imitate a civilian flight line
as expected, and monitor enemy signals. Basically check out
their systems and match their jamming capabilities to it. It'd
be a fun assignment... if no one shot at them.
And that was what he was worried about the most. He didn't want
a fight on his hand, even if he and the subs could handle it.
That's the last thing he wanted: his men to die unnecessarily.
Maybe the Spartans wouldn't be as dumb as he expected them to
be...
#Post#: 2210--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Caos Date: June 17, 2015, 8:59 pm
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What... pictures?
#Post#: 2211--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: June 17, 2015, 9:03 pm
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OOC: Satellite images. Please use OOC thread!
#Post#: 2250--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Wellsian Empire Date: June 18, 2015, 2:28 pm
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Sacramento, California
"Mr. Vanderbilt, we have news that there are Spartan ships
moving through the Panama to head to Arizona and New Mexico"
"Those idiots. Don't they realize that they need to go through
California to get to Arizona. That there is no waterway into
Arizona"
"Sir they are Spartans"
#Post#: 2607--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: June 28, 2015, 11:37 am
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[quote author=Sparta link=topic=210.msg2208#msg2208
date=1434590761]
[quote author=Sparta link=topic=210.msg2143#msg2143
date=1434564283]
Communiqué to the NCSA Government and all States on the West
Coast
"Naval fleet now entering Cuban waters. We carry military
personnel and trade goods to our new home in Arizona and New
Mexico. We will be exiting Cuban waters soon though. Over and
out."
The fleet moves towards the open ocean Admiral Nelson smiled.
All was going as plannned
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