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#Post#: 8194--------------------------------------------------
DEN War On Slavery
By: Columbia Confederates Date: August 25, 2015, 3:47 pm
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Overview: The USSDEN Plans on striking Columbia from it's shores
in order to liberate slaves in the Colombian border. Columbia,
however in no shape to engage in war, reluctantly needs to
defends its borders yet again.
The bombarding came down on the shores. A siren went off as the
River Guard approached the shores. "Admiral, we've got some
bombarding going on, what do we uhm, what the hell do we do?"
"Deploy all of our submarines, deploy them quickly, until then
fire at them, it won't get much done, but just do as I say."
((OOC: Is this better?))
#Post#: 8197--------------------------------------------------
Re: DEN War On Slavery
By: Caos Date: August 25, 2015, 3:59 pm
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OOC: Okay, issues here.
First of all, I've never mentioned shooting anyone. Second, you
never mentioned any defenses ever before. You were completely
caught by surprise, and your camps up to 20, 30, even, 40 miles
out are being shelled by my battleships. Third, you cannot
dictate my casualties. Fourth and final, the soldiers were in
tanks.
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Re: DEN War On Slavery
By: Caos Date: August 26, 2015, 2:43 pm
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DEN
Columbian Shore
4th Fleet
"Sirs, the enemy has begun firing cannon balls at the fleet.
Radar's picking up large projectiles coming from military camps
on our bombardment paths." A voice over the intercom in the war
room reported, and General Winters looked up, and chuckled to
himself. He sat back down in his seat and waited until the recon
planes, as well a the artillery radar, began the triangulation
on the enemy batteries. "One ship was hit by a cannon ball, sir.
The captain is very angry at the paint chip."
"Thank you, officer." Admiral Gabe replied, frowning at Winters.
The man, a professional soldier, was laughing in his seat. At a
war zone! Though, he couldn't blame him. The events were too
surreal to not laugh at. Cannonballs versus modern warfare. It
was clear who would win in the long run. "General, while I agree
that the item in question is incredibly hilarious, you seem to
be forgetting a crucial part. Those cannonballs, while
completely useless against warships, can wreak havoc on our
infantry. Including our IFVs. Maybe even our tanks, but I doubt
it."
"No, you're right, Tovarishch Admiral. These things are
basically large anti infantry shells. Fortunately, until they
have troops up front or their blimps in the air, they won't have
a forward artillery observer. QED, they have no accurate
barrages." Winters replied, and picked up a figure that modeled
a plane, holding it in his hand and tossing it in the air gently
to catch it again. He then took a target marker out, and laid
them down where the artillery was firing from. Still holding the
planes, he thought for a moment and looked at the scene.
"Admiral, make sure they don't get those blimps in the air.
While I don't necessarily care about them right now, they can
become an issue in the future. Find their holding pens, and bomb
them. Bomb anything they will use as an air dock for them, bomb
their construction facilities, everything. And find me their
supply lines. I want to take advantage of the air superiority."
"Got it. We'll conduct CB fire as well." The Admiral replied,
and moved the recon figures over the enemy territory, looking
back up at the satellite figures to judge the areas they needed
to search.
"Tovarishch Admiral, sir. Enemy submarine picked up on the
outskirts of the fleet. Moving to engage." The Intercom said
again, and the Admiral looked up. Maybe there was a small issue
with the enemy now. They had a submarine, and warship or not, it
may be able to damage them. The sonar readout on the screen in
front of him blared once more, marking down submarine positions
based on passive sonar. "Multiple contacts appearing."
"Goddamn. Admiral, can we do a yankee search? I don't know what
their capabilities are, but they don't seem to have computers,
so..." Winters replied, looking up at the Admiral.
"Well, we'll find out. Fleet, move and engage." Gabe ordered to
the whole fleet, and sat back to watch.
DEN
20 miles away from shore
Right of 4th Fleet
NNS DS-437, Ranger Class Destroyer
"Contacts bearing Three-Zero-Zero and One-Niner-Five, speed 10
knots each. Target type unknown, sir. 15 miles out, and we do
not have a lead. Does not look like he found us, though." The
sonar operator reported to the Captain, sitting in his seat and
holding the microphone to his mouth. "Pinecone Masker system is
online and functioning."
"Roger that. Sonar, prepare to do a Yankee search." The captain
replied, and sounded the general alarm. The entire ship began
moving into combat stations, getting the weapon systems online
and manning them. "Pilot, we're going to need you in the air."
"Roger that, Bridge. Heli is getting prepped. She'll be up in
30." The pilot replied from his helicopter, doing a very very
quick preflight and arming it. "Will we be getting air support
in this?"
"Im sending a request to Deus Ex for an ASW support on the left
section. We should be getting a few C-60s in a moment." The
captain replied, and changed comms to communicate with the
aircraft carrier. "Deus Ex Machina, this is DS-437. We are in
need of ASW support on the left sector of the fleet. We have two
contacts in the water. I repeat, we have two contacts."
"DS-437, this is Deus. We approve your request. An ASW squadron
will be in your area in two minutes. You take them from there."
The reply came, and the captain smiled, nodding. They were
getting 10 C-60s on them. Just what they needed. "Good hunting."
"Roger that, Deus." The captain replied, and then switched
channels. "Sonar, do a yankee search. Ping them."
DEN
Columbia
On the shores of Columbia
Spetznaz 6th Army, 8th Armored division, 1st Infantry Division
Commissar Gustav was in the command tank variant of the M-62
Werewolf when he heard the cannonballs whiz by. There was a
little buzz, then nothing as they passed over him towards the
ships far in the distance. He had to laugh, though. They were
basically lobbing lead at thick steel. It took a little bit, but
the next noise he heard was the roar of artillery shells flying
by in the opposite direction, and the impact far in the
distance. That was the fierce counter battery fire of the fleet,
showering the enemy with a dozen or so shells per target.
"576tn, 576th, this is Deus. Report on situation." The radio
burst to life in the command tank, and Gustav listened. He had
the system plugged into his suit as he sat down at one of the
tables, holding the maps.
"Deus, this is Commissar Gustav of the 576th Heavy Panzer
Battalion. Beach is secured, and no casualties received. Zero
tangos in AO. Awaiting orders." Gustav replied, listening in to
the radio.
"Roger that, Commissar. Await reinforcements then proceed to the
next target." The radio replied, and Gustav changed his view to
the cameras, watching the landing ships sail out to the shore.
((So buddy, I need you to give me the following:
Number of Submarines, and what kind
Where the airships are, and where the docks are for them
And if you use skyscrapers for them as well))
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Re: DEN War On Slavery
By: Caos Date: August 27, 2015, 10:12 am
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OOC: No, I know you didn’t send aircraft, but that’s why I don't
want you to. So can you give me the positions?
DEN
Columbia
20 miles off the coast of Columbia
4th Fleet
NNS DS-437
PING! PING! PING!
The sonar operator pushed the transmitter three times,
completing the Yankee search. They had gotten the enemy sub on
sonar, and had a lock. The sonar pinging wasn't loud enough so
that the enemy would hear it, but if they had any sonar at all,
they would hear those three pings. “Bridge, this is Sonar. We’ve
locked on target. Target is three zero zero, holding depth.
We’re picking up smaller contacts around it.”
“Roger that, Sonar. Hammer, do you hear him.” The captain asked
the helicopter pilot. His call sign was Hammer, and he was a
damned good pilot. The helicopter was just over the enemy
target, and was descending to dip his sonar in.
“Sir, she’s all over the MAD. Dipping sonar to check again,
sir.” He replied, and dipped the sonar in, doing a passive
search. That was enough. “Contact sustained! She’s right under
me.”
“Engage! Engage!” He ordered, and Hammer pulled back on the
yoke, getting the helicopter to fly backwards away from the
contact. As soon as he was a couple hundred feet away, he
dropped a torpedo in the water.
“Fish in the water! Fish in the water!” He reported over his
coms, and held his position with the helicopter. The torpedo
slapped into the water, and slid down to a depth of about 150
feet, searching with the passive sonar under water. From above
the water, Hammer was watching. It was on passive.. And…
“Torpedo has the target!”
The torpedo suddenly started moving, and started pinging and
using passive at the same time, making intermittent pings. She
had started gaining speed, and made it to fifty knots by the
time she was a couple hundred feet from the sub, at which point
she started pinging like crazy. “Terminal phase, sir! She’s
getting at her!”
DEN
Columbia
On the shores of Columbia
Spitz as 6th Army; 8th Armored Division, 576th Heavy Battalion,
571st Mechanized. Sixth Army; 1st Division, 508th Armored, 501st
Infantry
Commissar Gustav was watching the shores from his tank, and
adjusted the map accordingly. There were now four battalions of
soldiers on the shores; One mechanized, one heavy Panzer, one
infantry, and one MBT Panzer battalion. The invasion was going
just as planned, he thought, and he settled down in his seat,
watching the cameras around the tank. There, the entire two
divisions would be landing.
“Tangos on the ridge! Marking multiple bunkers!” The tank gunner
replied, and Gustav froze. He looked back at the HUD, and swore.
The 31 M-62 Werewolves were on the shores already, but they were
now under attack. Finally the enemy would get off their asses.
“Landing party, be advised: enemy has tangos on the ridge. Stay
within cover!” Gustav ordered, changing the channel to the
landing party. The radio signal went out to the rest of the
group on the shore, and he could see a few periscopes on the
tanks turning to look for that enemy group on the shore. He then
switched back to his support channel, and called up the fleet.
“Deus Ex, Deus Ex this is landing party command. Beach is not
secure. Enemy has bunkers on the ridge, and they’re manned.
Requesting CAS on targets. We’ll be marking them… ****! They
open fired!”
*****
Landing party, be advised: enemy has tangos on the ridge. Stay
within cover
Commander Yurick Gustav, a lieutenant in the Army, was the son
of Commissar Heinrich Gustav, the famous tank commander from an
old battle, and one of the first actual tank commanders of the
MBT series: the T-1. But LT Gustav’s tank was an M-62, not
actually part of the MBT line. It was a hybrid cross, a mix
between the MBT series, and a 155 mm SPG. The result was a
potent heavy tank.
Gustav’s tank was in the HQ squadron, number 6 squadron, and he
was the 2nd tank in the squadron. He was also the first tank
commander to actually see the enemy open fire. He was busy
scanning the area and looking at the bunkers when he saw the
first machine gun rounds spew out of the enemy bunkers into the
APCs, and his hull. He acted quickly once that started. He
activated his HUD screen to view from the .50 on top, and
activated the laser range finder on it, marking the target.
“Sheridan, tango at three five zero. Distance, 250 meters. Rick,
Load HE!”
Sheridan, the Gunner, was quick in elevating the gun and turret,
and turned on his own laser range finder to target the enemy
bunker. The large vehicles metal turret instantly turned to the
left slightly, the large gun elevating up. The loader was next.
As the gunner got the turret turned, Rick picked out one of the
15 HE rounds of the ammo rack and had the auto loader put it
into the ring. He grabbed the front of the auto loader by the
handle and rammed it forward, pushing the round into the breech,
and locking it.
“Loaded!” Rick shouted, getting the auto loader to load another
round into it’s clip.
“Locked!” Sheridan replied, flipping the safety off the gun and
zooming in on the target.
“Fire!” Gustav ordered, and Sheridan pulled on the large
trigger. The gun pushed the firing pin into the massive 150 mm
round, igniting the propellant. As the gun slammed back from the
recoil, the expended shell casing ejected from the breech,
landing on the tank floor. Gustav watched as the tracer round
flew out into the distance, watching it explode on the opening
of the pillbox. “Target hit!”
“Reload!”
*****
“Landing party Command, Landing Party Command, this is Deus Ex.
Ten G-90s are inbound on your position. ETA ninety seconds. Mark
targets with smoke.” The radio replied to the Commissar, and
Gustav got to the back of the tank, marking the maps.
“Roger that, Deus. Marking targets.” Gustav replied, and looked
around with his HUD, marking the targets on the computer and
changing the visual to go back to marking the targets. He
checked the ranges, and applied it as thus. He changed the
channel to all, and spoke into it. “Landing Party, Landing
Party, mark bunkers with WP. CAS inbound ninety seconds.”
“Tovarishch Commissar, 6 Squadron, Number 2 has open fired on
the targets. Scored a direct hit!” The gunner reported, his
camera view checking the scene. He swore and slammed his hand on
the turret wall. “Friendly hit by enemy fire!”
“Erich, load WP! Kane, target bunker No. 1! Engage when ready!”
Gustav shouted, checking the laser designator on his .50 remote
controlled gun. “Target Zero Zero Zero, 200 meters!”
“Loaded!” Erich shouted, his autoloader picking an 88 mm White
Phosphorous round and slamming it into the breach. He got onto
his 20 mm coaxial gun and manned it there, not yet firing.
“Locked!” Kane shouted, targeting the enemy bunker with his own
laser and zooming in.
“Fire at will!” Gustav ordered. Kane pulled the trigger, the gun
barrel roared, the casing ejected, and an 88 mm White
Phosphorous round slammed into the opening of a bunker right in
front of them, igniting and then bursting into flame, spewing a
bright smoke out of it.
As he searched for the next target, he saw an APC move up, and a
flash of light from an enemy position. He saw the damage before
he heard the round. The APC was hit right where the driver was
supposed to be, and the armor crumbled under the speed and
weight of the 100 pound cannonball. And then it exploded inside
((I’m assuming that’s what you use)), blasting the front of the
tank into pieces.
The metal front was bent outward as a blazing fire poured out of
it, igniting the rounds in the turret. From the top of the tank
and the barrel, a pure blaze of fire spewed out as the multiple
20 mm rounds detonated. There was a roar of fire that filled the
air, and the back of the tank slammed down. The soldiers inside
scrambled to get out, the ones situated closer to the front
having been injured by the explosion. At least two were on fire,
and there were only eight soldiers who had jumped out of the
tank, at least four of them nursing wounds. But neither the
driver, or the commander/ gunner got out.
There was another boom as a cannonball exploded against one of
the landing craft, ripping open the thin metal ramp that
protected the troops and acted as a platform to walk off of. In
turn, it shredded and showered the troops inside the transport
with shrapnel and explosives, ripping apart at least twenty
soldiers in the front. There was one more boom, and it was on
sand. Then there was another boom. This time, squadron 6 number
five fired a round into the bunker, the HE shell exploding on
the opening and showering anyone inside.
OOC: I very, very much need this. Please give me the following
details:
Where your supply lines are and how big they are
Where your air ships are docked, and how many
Where they are being constructed
What on earth is in your port
And how many men/bunkers are on the front lines.
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Re: DEN War On Slavery
By: Sparta Date: August 27, 2015, 6:02 pm
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Spartan News Statement
"I request of our Namenian allies to be careful as there are
Spartan representatives in the Columbian state and we will stay
neutral in this conflict as we have vested interest in both
parties." King Spartacus said.
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Re: DEN War On Slavery
By: Caos Date: August 28, 2015, 10:27 am
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DEN
Columbia
On the shores of Columbia
Spitz as 6th Army; 8th Armored Division, 576th Heavy Battalion,
571st Mechanized. Sixth Army; 1st Division, 508th Armored, 501st
Infantry
"All armored units, move to flank the bunkers. APCs, move
forward and engage infantry in the fox holes." Commissar Gustav
ordered, watching the battle scene with his HUD. Up until now,
every piece of armor sat on the opening of the beach, moving
only slightly, and if they did, very slowly up the beach. But
now, Gustav had ordered everyone to go full power into the enemy
lines. "Command company, move with me!"
"Landing Party Command, Landing Party Command, CAS squadron is
on your position. Under your command now." The radio reported.
So Command had given him the CAS squadron he asked for. It
wasn't unexpected, but it sure was very good.
"Landing party command, this is Ground Attack squadron CV410,
reporting in. What's the order, tovarishch Commissar?" The radio
replied again. CV410 was the ground attack squadron of the
carrier Deus Ex Machina, and was one of the, if not the, best
carrier ground attack squadron in the nation. These specific men
were carrying four Nimrods with bunker buster warheads, and
eight cluster bombs each on their pylons. They had four pylons
left for whatever they wanted, but didn't have them in use.
"CV410, we've got bunkers marked with smoke. Enemy infantry in
foxholes in front of us. Engage with extreme prejudice. Try not
to kill us." Gustav ordered, and waited for a reply. He had his
driver wait a little bit.
"Roger that, Tovarishch. Moving to engage. We'll see you." The
reply came.
*****
"Alright, Luke, Give me a target." The gunner/RIO in the back of
the plane said, looking around the air with his helmet. The
other ground attack aircraft near him were flying in formation,
but only loosely.
"Got it, R2. See if you can see this." Luke replied, and slowed
down the aircraft a bit, dipping below the clouds. There, ten
miles out, was the enemy targets. The man codenamed R2 smiled,
and started scanning with infrared on his HUD.
"I've got it. Putting the coordinates in for the target." R2
replied, and put the coordinates in of the enemy bunker that he
squirted. He zoomed in with a camera, and started pressing the
release button, arming and dropping two Nimrods. "Rippling. Fox
4 away, Fox 4 away!"
The two continued flying in their path, and watched as the two
missiles they launched increase their speed to nearly
supersonic, heading on a direct course for one of the bunkers.
In less than a minute, the two missiles impacted and tore
through the concrete, detonating inside. All around them were
eighteen more explosions as ten bunkers went up in flames, the
explosions sending a wall of flame out of the openings, making a
pretty scene. "Whooohoo! Tangos are hit, mission kill!"
"Roger that, CV410. Still have one more target. I need four
clusters on the foxholes in front of us." Gustav ordered over
the radio. R2 got it, and moved to reply on an affirmative,
confirming the order.
"Alright, Luke. She's all yours." R2 replied, and Luke gave him
the thumbs up. The plane dipped forward, heading on a dive for
the enemy position. They were going to do something that no
other person had attempted in the modern age: Divebombing the
enemy. With the airbrakes on, the flaps deployed, and the engine
throttled back, the plane dipped down towards them at a fifty
degree angle. "Siren on!"
R2 flipped a switch on the right of his seat, and two slits on
the outboard wings were revealed, the wings opening two doors on
each side to reveal an opening. Suddenly, the air was filled
with a growing noise that got louder and louder as the plane
continued. With an ungodly screech and roar, the noise was
identified: Jericho sirens. Just like the Stuka.
Luke pressed the release button, and rippled off four cluster
bombs onto the enemy below, pulling back on the stick as he did
so. He pulled up at a couple hundred feet above the ground,
turning right and closing the slits on the wings. He reached
over in the cockpit and pulled up a lever and flipped a switch,
putting the airbrakes and the flaps back to closed. Then he
pushed the throttle forward and leveled out at a thousand feet,
turning back to rejoin the group.
"Holy shit. You just obliterated them..." R2 mentioned, who was
looking out the window at the scene. Hundreds of small
explosions were detonating on the enemy's positions, filling the
air with a loud roar that sounded like setting off firecrackers
of an ungodly size. "Mission kill. Or, rather, Mission
overkill."
*****
LT Gustav watched through his HUD as the ground not even fifty
meters in front of him was shredded by hundreds, even thousands,
of submunitions erupting one after another in quick succession.
As cool and professional as he was, he couldn't help but be
amazed at the scene. His driver, however, a rookie, was not as
professional. "Holy shit, sir..."
"Shut it, Kliment. We've got our orders. Alright, we're going on
the right with Command!" Gustav ordered, sitting down on his
chair on the side, and watching through the .50 on top. The
vehicle lurched forward, and started moving down the shore at
thirty miles an hour, moving along with the Command squadron and
her company (five APCs). They had their turrets turned towards
the enemy positions, just in case they were going to attack
again.
He looked around the battlefield. The entire landing force was
roaring forward at incredible speed, the APCs reaching 40 mph
and closing the distance between them and the bunkers. Soon,
they would all be at the enemy's position, flanking them as they
went. Behind them was the thousand or so infantry, rushing up
along the shore, behind the APCs. The battle was basically
determined for them.
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Re: DEN War On Slavery
By: West Phoenicia Date: August 28, 2015, 11:23 am
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King Glenton Bush II of West Phoenicia calls for an end to the
conflict in Columbia Confederate. Must more lives be lost in a
senseless war. Could not the USSDEN punish Columbia in some
other way like an embargo on their exports instead of the
innocent lives that will be lost.
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Re: DEN War On Slavery
By: Caos Date: August 28, 2015, 12:30 pm
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Dude what the fuck.
You just deleted ALL of your posts on here.
What kind of immature brat are you?
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