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#Post#: 3073--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: July 2, 2015, 3:07 pm
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Spartan Fleet
The destroyer was crippled as the enemy ship went through it.
Captiain Sanders new it was suicide to abandon ship now. He
ordered all men on deck to get back to their positions. His
turrets opened up on the enemy and he launched three cruise
missiles.
The ships all around the enemy ship opened fire with their
turrets and each fired three missiles of a variety at the enemy
so that 60 missiles were flying at them. The ambush men were
ordered below deck once again. The fleet began to move and
spread out. The fleets turrets raked the enemy specifically
aiming towards the enemies weapons and the missiles flew at the
enemy aiming for the waterline. The Flagship and another
Battleship began heading towards the enemy ship firing as they
went with the specific purpose of boarding the enemy ship.
Spartan War Room
"Speed up the evacuations. I want Tomahawk missiles fired at the
enemy fleet in the Pacific. Get the Air Force in the air on
patrols. We are officially at war with the Namians."
#Post#: 3077--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Caos Date: July 2, 2015, 5:53 pm
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OOC: If I ripped through your ship, you wouldn't be launching
missiles or firing. Your men would be jumping out to sea, and
you wouldn't have power.
IC:
DEN
Near enemy fleet
NNS DD-428
"Contacts, all around! Counting sixty targets, converging on us!
Enemy has fired t- BRACE FOR IMPACT!" The radar officer shouted
out, and as the large destroyer rode through the seas at 26
knots, the enemy's rounds slammed into the waters all around
them. The enemy did not have enough time to get a range in, and
so were just firing blindly now. Still, the enemy managed to
score some hits as the battleship's massive rounds slammed into
the waters. Three artillery rounds slammed into the armored deck
and sides, detonating against the armor and battering them in.
The weapons systems were missed, but some of the VLS was torn
asunder, the right side of the ship blasting outwards.
The commander cursed, and the first thing he did before he even
got up was shout: "FIRE ALL WEAPONS!!"
The 16 count rocket launcher open fired, launching it's 16 large
275 mm laser guided rockets into the air towards the enemy
fleet. Six headed for the bridge of the Battleship at Mach 2,
breaking away into 100 submunitions each, splattering the enemy
with 600 deadly explosives. Another six headed for the other
battleship, and the remaining four showered the rest of the
ships, exploding into cluster munitions at higher altitudes. The
torpedo systems on the ship launched four torpedoes into the
water, heading towards the Battleship at full speed, reaching 50
knots fast. It's directed charge warhead would tear a molten
hole into the enemy's armor before sending a massive explosion
into the ship. If it's active sonar guidance found it (it
would).
The three guns open fired on fully automatic, the two 155 mm
guns sending a shell into the air every six seconds, and the 120
every four. As the radar lashed the enemy viciously with lock
one, the eight Valkyrie missiles shot off into the air, heading
for two destroyers (four each) at subsonic speed, it's stealth
body a nasty thing to counter as it flew in an up and down, side
to side S pattern.
As the eight Valkyries flew off to slam into the nearest two
ships (it's really impossible to avoid them at that point), 20
of the Storm Bolters were released like dogs, ripping through
the air at Mach 3.2 towards the enemy, targeting five ships and
flying just above the water. It flew just fast enough to easily
evade missile lock, and would perform a zig zag evasive maneuver
if targeted, and a sharp S maneuver when nearing the ship. If
the enemy was lucky, they might get 40 rounds off their CIWS...
If it didn't target everything else there.
The area was awash with chaos as the ship fired off it's chaff
dispensers, filling the air with ten dispensers worth of chaff,
filing the air with a jam. The SAM-1 systems targeted missiles
and launched eight each (24 missiles) on infrared as the CIWS
revved up, filling the air with 30 mm AHEAD rounds, spraying
tungsten into the nearest enemy missiles.
"It's been an honor serving with you men!" The captain roared
out, gripping the edge of his console with his hands. The front
deck had just burst into flames and the damage control rushed to
save it. "Abandon ship! We're done for, men! Save yourselves and
abandon ship! I'll scuttle her and go down with her!"
"With all due respect, sir, we're staying!" The crew unanimously
agreed, standing at their posts. He let out a tear and wiped it
away as he stood up, the missiles coming right for them.
"Left full! Alert Kittyhawk!" He shouted, and stared to meet his
death.
Of the sixty missiles heading for them, a grand majority had
been diverted by the chaff, numbering just under 20. 10 were
ripped apart from the SAM-1's missiles, and five from the CIWS,
bringing the total down to 34 enemy missiles destroyed. But 26
remained. The 26 looked like it would rip into the ship on all
angles, 4 of them missing and hitting the water as they turned
sharply. They fired off one last chaff screen, diverting ten,
but the 14 hit. And hit hard.
The missiles hit the armored edge of the ship, detonating
against the steel and ripping five holes in the sides, sending
water pouring in. The worst came when the enemy's rounds, now
trained on them, slammed into the deck, and tripped one of the
foreword magazines. The entire front went up in a massive
explosion as the two 155 mm magazines blew, the combination of
six missiles and four rounds ripping the ship clear in half, the
bridge pelted with the fragments. Now, the front of the ship
barely held on as it began slipping through the waves. The back
gun continued firing until the order was given.
"ABANDON SHIP! She's sinking beneath the waves!" The Commander
called out, and rushed as many of the living out as he could,
when the ship began listing to the right. He jettisoned all
missiles left in the VLS modules, the metal now crushing
together. The back of the ship exploded into a shower of metal
as the missiles hit it, and the back began lifting up out of the
water, leaning towards its right.
The helicopter exploded on deck, crashing into the hanger and
showering the sea and deck with ignited jet fuel, burning
viciously. The ship had been lost... All hands down. The
commander's last sights was the Battleship's 16 inch round
impacting the bridge, ripping her apart down the middle and
detonating the fuel stores.
No one survived.
#Post#: 3087--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: July 2, 2015, 7:19 pm
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*Spartan Fleets*
In the heat of the battle everything became very confusing.
After the battle was over there was an eerie silence. The
battleships began to float slowly away out of control and 7
ships were sinking. The remaining 11 ships that were able to
function began to do standard rescue work and then after
everyone was entered and the sinking ships were scuttled, the
fleet limped away. Their casualties were relatively high with
869 men killed, 56 injured, and 165 missing. The Namian
casualties were expected to be much higher as no one survived
which was confirmed after a quick search. Admiral Nelson
survived the battle and switched Flagships to the SS Freedom.
The fleet continued into the Panama Canal and soon entered the
first locks. Nelson was very happy. His men had fought well even
though their EMC Co. fleet was severely outdated compared to the
Namian fleet. He was also happy that now that they were in
Panamanian waters the Namians couldn't conduct air strikes
against them without provoking war with the Panamanians, and the
Panamanian Air Force and missile defenses would prevent any
attack in their sovereign area. Nelson radioed to the War Room
of his losses and continued on saying that the day was a Spartan
victory with one entire Namian ship sunk. The first naval battle
of the war was a Spartan victory.
*Above The Pacific*
The missiles flew through the air and began their descent.
Reaching speeds of Mach 10 they crashed towards the Namian
fleet. Some would be shot down but the majority would reach
their target.
*Spartan War Room*
"Sir, we have word that the Battle of the Canal was a victory
for us!" Admiral Blunt said.
"Very good. That is most excellent news. General Lee, what is
the word on our defenses? Are they secured?" Emperor Xerxes
said.
"Yes, sir. Civilians have been successfully ushered out of the
cities and now are on their way to the borders. They are
expected to be out of the country soon. The Spartan cities are
on total lockdown and the soldiers are ready for anything. No
aircraft can enter our lands and our OTH radar is functional so
we will have word of any movement towards us. Now, we have two
choices. We hold the advantage at the moment. If we make a
speedy missile attack against the Namians with our ROGs we can
inflict huge casualties. But, I advice we stay on the defensive
and make DEN attack us. Our defenses will be able to hold up and
if worst comes to worst we would have to have a white peace.
But, our missile strikes combined with bombings should, and I
stress should destroy enough Namian defenses and cities that we
could force them into consenting defeat and possibly paying
retributions." General Lee said.
"Very good. Any word on our missiles against the Namian fleet?"
Emperor Xerxes said.
"No sir but at last word they were descending to strike." Lee
replied.
"Ok. Admiral Blunt, can you deploy enough ballistic submarines
to take part in the missile bombardment of DEN?" Emperor Xerxes
said.
"Yes sir. I am already beginning to deploy them to get near the
coast. One nuclear ballistic submarine is heading there. It
carries a nuclear weapon designed to act as an EMP. I am also
deploying four submarines to hunt together to harass the enemy
navy. They are already on their way and expected to make contact
soon. The ballistic sub should be ready soon." Blunt said.
"Very good. That's about it then. We await the results of our
missiles then before our next move." Emperor Xerxes said.
*In Space*
Four ROGs begin to head into position to fire upon DEN but ahead
of them travel 4 regular military satellites to get the Namian
missile defense onto the satellites and allow the ROGs time to
fire before the defenses can engage them. They are busy also
locking on to their targets.
*Below the Pacific*
The nuclear ballistic sub is traveling quickly but secretly at
the maximum depth allowed so that it can travel undetected. The
regular submarines however are scouring the ocean looking for a
Namian naval fleet.
*In Public*
Above Sparta has been deemed a no fly zone. Any flight above it
will immediately be fired upon with no questions asked.
#Post#: 3133--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Caos Date: July 3, 2015, 1:33 am
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DEN
Panama Canal
NNA UAB-T601 Emelia
"Bridge, Sonar!" The voice came from the speaker near the
Captain's seat. Jacob was careful, and tuned into the sound of
the speaker.
"Sonar, bridge. What's up, Comrades?" He replied in a near
whisper, the microphone easily picking it up and transmitting
it.
"I'm reading an extra warship, Comrade Captain, sir. Looks like
a Namenian destroyer. Course, 270, speed 20 knots. Wait... She's
slowing... Course 360, speed 10 knots." Sonar replied. Jacob
frowned. What was this? He was told that at any moment, the
enemy might attack and attempt to sink Kittyhawk. But this
didn't look like any of that. To him, it almost seemed... Like
aggression. "Sir, destroyer is being boxed in and... Holy shit."
"Sonar?"
"Bogie just punched it, sir. Full speed, and they rammed the
other destroyer in the back! Sir, enemy destroyer hit and
sinking. Namenian is moving to the right again and..." He didn't
need to finish it. The sound could be heard below. The bellow of
guns roared in the deep, and the sound of twisting metal was
rampant. They could hear massive explosions, and they knew the
Namenian ship was done for, and every man said a prayer.
"Comrade Captain... She's beneath the waves now. But she took
out seven ships, and crippled the two battleships."
Jacob was infuriated. He gripped the edge of his chair and had
to force himself to calm down, enraged by the amount of deaths.
140 good men slipped beneath the waves and he could do nothing.
"Bridge, Weapons, what is the state of our arms, Comrades?"
"Weapons, Bridge, all is in good order, Comrade Captain!" The
reply came.
"Flood tubes 1-6. One torpedo each, please, Comrades." Jacob
ordered, and gripped his chair. Now they would be the hunters
again.
"Tubes flooded, Comrade Captain."
"Fire tubes 1-6, and reload." He ordered, and waited. The six
tubes filled with pressurized air and ejected six 500 mm
torpedoes into the waters. That alone would be a signal for the
other two submarines. The six torpedoes spun in the water,
listening for the ships. They found their targets, and began
lashing them with active sonar, pinging away as each got a lock
on the enemy ship.
*****
DEN
100 miles from Panama
Above the fleet
8th Bomber squadron
6th CAS Squadron
"Kittyhawk, this is bomber squadron leader. We have confirmed
lock on all targets. Requesting permission to engage, Comrades."
The squadron leader reported in. He was surprised. Just a day
ago they had flown over them for recon and jamming. Now they
were armed to the teeth with two SRM-1s, four Stormbolters and 4
Valkries each. He had to chuckle slightly. It was amusing to
think war could change that fast. He looked over at the G-90
attack squadron outside his right side.
The ten narly ground attack aircraft had their own load out,
which consisted of two Valkyries, twelve Nimrods, and six small
Valkyries, with two SRM-1s. A fierce, close range load out. But
nothing of the like for attacking a long range battle. He knew
they would be invaluable at extremely close ranges, though.
Those cannons would tear shit up. And tear it up good.
"Squadrons, this is Kittyhawk. Rip those bastards a new one.
Over and out, Comrades." The reply came. Just what the men
needed.
They got positive locks and released their Valkyries, and held
back on their Stormbolters, filling the air with 60 Valkyrie
missiles heading for the merchant ships. The planes then
increased speed and headed right for the enemy, the men arming
their remaining weapons and snarling. Those bastards killed 140
good men in cold blood. This time, they'd take out the remaining
ships. And then some.
"Target the warships, comrades! Release payload!" The bomber
squadron leader ordered, and released the 40 Stormbolters, which
rocketed away at Mach 3.2. "Heading home. Comrades in the
attackers, I wish you well! Good hunting!"
"And you, comrades!" Came the reply. Each man in the squadron
growled, and held onto their planes with fierce determination.
No one would escape them now.
DEN
100 Miles from Panama
NNS NAC-405 Kittyhawk
With the bomber squadron returning and the CAS squadron
advancing, the crew was holding their breath, waiting for the
sign. Captain Iosif, in particular, was scanning anything he
could. That's when he was notified. Command saw a change in
eight satellites... To right over his head. He had given the go
ahead and readied eight ASAT missiles, and now was waiting.
"Comrade Captain, Targets are nearing us, sir. They'll be above
us shortly." The officer mentioned, and Iosif nodded.
"Launch the ASATs, comrade."
#Post#: 3269--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: July 5, 2015, 10:33 am
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Spartan Fleet
The Spartan fleet disappeared suddenly after the explosions. An
entire division just disappeared with the fleet. There was no
sign that they had even been there but there were two survivors
among the waves. General Patton and Admiral Nelson had both
survived the attack but were wounded. They were floating on
debris together floating towards Panama.
Spartan Satellites
The ROGs arrived and had gained a lock. Three launched their
rods towards the fleet and then the ROGs and satellites were
struck by ASATs and they were decimated. But, 3 Rods were
plunging towards the Namian fleet at high speeds of Mach 10+.
#Post#: 3516--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Caos Date: July 6, 2015, 10:20 pm
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DEN
Above Panama
DEN Attack Squadron
The squadron leader looked down upon the mess they had created.
The G-90s weren't even meant to attack these warships when they
were launched, and it looked like they did not have to do much.
The ships were engulfed in flames, the black smoke of oil and
fuel rising high into the sky, and the sounds of twisting metal,
exploding magazines, and screaming men filled the air. Already,
the submarines that had been blocking the entrance and exit
surfaced, and began to illuminate the spectacle as the sun began
to fall.
"This is Attack Squadron to Kittyhawk. Enemy fleet destroyed.
Proceeding on target to merchant ships. Mark twenty down for our
kills, Comrades." The attack squadron leader reported, flying
down lower to check out the damage. There was an open spot...
one that he could see the outline of a sunken ship. Large, too.
That was the Namenian Destroyer that was lost to the damned
fools. He shook his head and made a prayer.
"Roger that, Comrades. Proceed to target. Exterminate with
extreme prejudice. Over and out." The reply came, and the pilots
armed their payloads. The Merchant fleet had basically been
sprawled out the second they exited the Canal, and he knew most
of them would be making a rush. "Alright squadron. You heard the
Captain! Comrades, kill them all!"
It was with this that he illuminated his targets with a blast of
his look down radar, before launching all his Nimrods at the
targets. He targeted two Nimrods per ship, and then dived down.
The poor merchant ships would be unarmed, he knew, except for
maybe MANPED SAM launchers, and he had no worry of them. The
rest of the ten planes let loose their payload of Nimrods as
well, diving down. Each plane fired their rotary cannon at some
target, strafing them with 30 mm rounds that would devastate
anyone within range of those.
DEN
Near Panama
DEN 4th Fleet Carrier Group
NNS Kittyhawk
"Vampire, Vampire! We have bogies in the air, directly above
us!" The radar operator screamed out, and Iosif spun around.
Yes, three large bogies were descending upon them at fast
speeds. He didn't know what they were... but they looked almost
like ballistic missile warheads. He thought fast. Could the
Spartans be that dumb? No... he hadn't detected a launch before
hand.
"Engage! Maneuver the fleet!" He ordered, and watched as nine
ABMs shot up, streaking into the sky with their high explosive
payload. It would definitely destroy large targets within it's
path, but these flaming tungsten projectiles might be tougher.
The fleet in the meantime began moving suddenly, taking turns to
leave their old place.
#Post#: 3589--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: July 7, 2015, 12:54 pm
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*Tungsten Rods*
Because of the speed the rods were traveling at the fleet the
enemy defensive missiles missed by a small margin. One rod was
destroyed however and the exploding shrapnel flew down towards
the ships. The rods missed and detonated on the water.
*Sparta a secret location*
"Fire!!!" The 12 megaton nuclear warhead flew up and was flying
at 250 miles high towards USSDEN at Mach 4 it is soon to arrive.
It quickly flies and is over the Pacific Ocean in no time.
#Post#: 3691--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Wellsian Empire Date: July 8, 2015, 6:09 am
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The 12th Navy of the Golden Coast
Location: San Diego
Operation move
The Admiral of the 12th navy had just woken up when he received
the message from headquarters. The 12th Navy was being ordered
to move southward towards the panama canal. The heavy conflict
that was occurring in that area was previously under control by
the fighting sides. Apparently Sparta had become threatened and
has become a threat to the massive shipping lanes that Golden
Coast sends through that area. The 12th Navy has been ordered to
attempt to move the fighting and conflict area away from this
location. And to find out who is at fault for this situation.
"Come on. The world is so peaceful and all of a sudden two
states want to start fighting. Why can't they fight on their own
land? Why fight in the one area that matters to the Golden
Coast?" The Admiral quickly got dressed and ordered the navy to
move South after full restock.
#Post#: 3731--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Caos Date: July 8, 2015, 2:07 pm
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DEN
Near Panama
4th Fleet Carrier Group
NAC-405 Kittyhawk
"Damn! That was close.." Iosif swore, looking outside. The water
had flash vaporized, and now a cloud of steam was filling the
air. The tungsten rounds sunk deep into the water, and crashed
on the ground, cracking it into a small crater. "What's the
details?"
"Sir, I'm not seeing anything on radar about the subs, but..."
The man stopped, and the radar began beeping like crazy. They
had a contact. "Contact, Contact, Contact! Missile launch
detected! We've got a launch!"
DEN
Fort Paradise
Army Group E
"Contact, Contact, Contact!" The man shouted in the room. The
OTH had picked up a launch in Sparta, just as the radar from the
AEWACS did. "We've got a missile launch in Sparta! Missile is on
a ballistic path, launch confirmed from satellites and AEWACS!"
"Check satellite photos! Does it look like a missile?" The
officer in charge of the room asked, and the men nodded, setting
the satellite up to view it. On video, they watched the missile
fly up, arcing in the air.
"Contact confirmed! It's a ballistic!" The reply came, and the
man swore.
"Contact Central! Launch four ABM-1s! Get a lock on that launch
point and saturate it with explosives!" The man ordered, and the
alarms blared as they began to alert central of the launch. The
cities began evacuating as four anti ballistic missiles rocketed
out of their silos and shot into the sky, their rockets roaring
loudly and heading for their target. The fleet began launching
their own missiles, targeting the slow ballistic missile.
DEN
Gulf of Mexico
4th Fleet
NAC-401 Deus Ex Machina
Ten MRFs waited on the decks of the flagship, loitering in the
sun. The other three carriers were also waiting to give the
orders, and it made for a pretty tense scene. The flight crews
waited and waited, checking the bombs on the planes. They had
been given an external bomb load of ten new guided cluster bombs
each, weighing ten thousand pounds. The fighters were there
simply to bomb the enemy missile sight. They carried four of the
newly made guided cluster weapons, and four guided dumb cluster
bombs.
Just as they were getting restless, the order was given. Take
off and wipe the sight from the map... And destroy the nearest
airfields in the process. The forty fighters took off and began
their mission towards Sparta, armed with the stealthy bombs to
also reduce their RCS. The roars of their engines filled the
skies, and they lifted off, heading towards the Spartan
airfields and launch site.
((Sparta I'm 2-3,000 miles from you))
DEN
Fort Paradise
Army Group E
"Command, Sonar."
"Sonar, Command. Go ahead, guys." The General replied, listening
from the war room. He was almost shaken from the launch from
Sparta. He didn't want another surprise.
"The nets are picking up a possible contact in the waters. It
entered in just a little time ago. We heard it moving at full
speed at what looks like it's maximum depth. She's not running
silent at all, sir." He said, and began plotting the
advancement. "We're picking up four other contacts moving at
higher speeds. They're heading a three six zero course, sir."
"Direct a carrier group out there, and redirect six attack subs
to intercept the contacts. Keep monitoring them. What's the
status on our ASW craft?" The General asked, looking at the map
on the table. The targets were being plotted out.
"We've got 25 G-47s, 5 Siege Class, 50 C-60s, and 10 G-47Es
ready for launch, sir." The reply came, and the General nodded.
"Launch six G-47s and one G-47Es. Find those contacts and check
them." The General ordered, and the officers nodded, sending the
order to the aircraft. The planes began readying themselves up,
and in no time, six of the large craft, the AEWACS, and their
escort of 16 jets took off from Fort Paradise, taking a low
flight over the water while the AEWACS began scanning the water
with its powerful radar, radio intercept, and jamming.
((Edit: I fixed some grammar issues. Damn autocorrect))
#Post#: 3890--------------------------------------------------
Re: Operation Blackout
By: Sparta Date: July 9, 2015, 2:09 pm
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Spartan Missile HQ
"The missile has entered over Golden Coast at 400 km and is
heading at Mach 3." Lieutenant Jackson said. "Wait sir, it has
been intercepted and destroyed."
"Dammit. Well only one thing now, take the defensive and hope to
outlast DEN." General Waters says to Emperor Xerxes.
"Maybe that will work. I want to open peace discussions with the
Namians." Emperor Xerxes says.
All his actions are being done.
Communique to the USSDEN Government
"We, the Empire of Sparta, would like to request what your terms
are to make peace and end this war."
OOC: I am awaiting to respond to the bonbers and missiles once
you RP them getting closer.
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