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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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