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Post by Ciata on Jan 31, 2005 9:25:51 GMT -5
In the high Citadel of the Ciata Capital:
OpalanceCalaminion, "How long untill the enemy forces reach the nearest main city?"
Cy Gafon, "They will reach Martusa in less than two hours, they have been going all night. We had hoped that they would stop and fortify after the attack on them, but the seemed to ignore it for the most part."
Opalance, "What about the units from Drastrata?"
Cy , "They aren't due to cross the border for another 6 hours."
Opalance, "Then it doesn't look like we have much of a choice then."
Cy, "No sir."
Opalance, "Well....tell Boris Kratos to gather the Raja Borah......and prepare my vehicle. We must guard the people, it is our duty."
Cy, "........yes sir."
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Post by Shikeishuu on Jan 31, 2005 13:29:37 GMT -5
[ SAF (Shikeishan Air Force) Central Command Centre 01:57hrs (zulu) ]
"Yes sir," the lupine watch duty officer reported to his superiors via heavily encrypted comlink, "You may tell the Field Marshal we have established visual contact via sat on alpha callsigns in theatre of operations. We expect satcom up in ..."
"Captain ..." one of the surveillance NCOs half whispered, a small red blur having just appeared on his screen. "You may want to look at this, sir ..."
"Onscreen," the captain answered, signalling for his aide to project the image on the command centre's largest monitor.
"We've a large heat signature in the southwest of Shimandu, sir. Satellite sierra-niner-seven just picked it up while we were retasking its optics to the theatre of operations."
The captain leaned forward, studying the larger display intently as the angry red blotch grew.
"Sir!" a sergeant called from the other side of the room. "Report in from AWACS operating near the airborne incursions: aerial unit, possibly Tinisian, engaging unidentified mechanised column bearing tree-seven-tree, altitude two-oh-niner, speed four-zero klicks, distance seven-fife-tree kilomtres, presumed en route for the Ciata border ..."
"Sonofab*tch, just when we were looking the other way ..." the captain muttered. "Assign aerial unit designator alpha-two-one. Any other aerial contacts in the vicinity?"
"No sir - we've just lost contact with alpha-two-one," the surveillance NCO reported. "Sir, there's practically nothing between that armoured column and densely populated areas of Ciata ..."
"Captain: report" the comlink crackled.
"Sir, we've a hostile force headed towards Ciata: rough estimate one regiment of mechanized infantry or equivalent."
"S***," the comlink answered. "They're not equipped to throw back a large force without taking a lot of civilian casualties. What have we got that can get over there in a hurry?"
Though only a captain, the wolf's post did include up-to-the-minute status reports as gathered from every operational squadron in the empire. "Sir, gauging the distance between our forward air bases and Ciata, we've nothing that will reach them in under forty minutes."
"Forty minutes can be one h*** of a long time for a soldiers on the ground with an armoured division breathing down their backs, captain. What else do you have?"
"We have two squadrons of SH-101 interceptors and three of ground attack aircraft as close support for our airborne units, sir, however those units are-"
"We'll have one hell of a mess on our paws if we don't send Ciata help right now, son. How fast can you scramble something to back up our boys on the ground in Shimandu?"
The captain turned towards his pilot liaison officer, posted to the command centre because as an actual combat pilot she'd ample experience with all aspects and timing involved with readying and deploying combat aircraft. "Sir, all forward airbases are on high alert, meaning they're all maintaining a CAP (combat air patrol) over themselves and at least a full squadron of interceptors fuelled up and on the tarmac. If we order the CAP to drop tanks and punch it they could be over the theatre of operations in twenty minutes, tops. Multiply that by four, factoring in the nearest airfields, and we should have another 'roof' built over the airborne almost before they know the old one's gone."
Twenty minutes can also be an awfully long time for airborne troops if they're caught in a crossfire the captain thought to himself, knowing full well that decision wasn't his to make. Being a ground crew officer by trade, he turned towards the liaison and asked "The replacement aircraft will be loaded out for CAP duty though, won't they? No ground attack rocket pods or laser-guided bombs."
"True enough, sir," the pilot officer answered. "Mainly air-to-air missiles."
After relaying this information to his higher ups, the captain braced himself for the answer he dreaded but knew would come. "All right son, this comes straight from the top: order all available interceptors over Shimandu to proceed towards Ciatan airspace at top speed. We've no time for formalities: instruct them to try contacting Ciata's defence forces via open comms. You've still got a squadron of warthogs and the gunships: they'll have to do until the CAPs come in. We can't sit back and watch Ciatan civilians get slaughtered, son. Our boys can hack it until the cavalry comes in."
The captain, having little choice but to do as ordered, relayed the required commands via encoded burst trans to the squad leaders whose wingmates were over Shimandu to protect the airborne. Once they'd veered off towards Ciata at top speed (the SH-101 Shinken fighter is extremely fast and in this configuration kitted out for ground support) he ordered the forward airbases to release their CAPs for combat duty over Shimandu in spite of their less-than-ideal armament for same.
[ Somewhere over the southwestern part of Shimandu ]
"All right, sir: we should be entering Ciatan radar and radio reception range now."
"Very well," the wing commander gruffed, his grip upon the stick of his SH-101 tightening unconsciously. "Order the squadron to deactivate counter-radar measures."
"But sir ..." his navigator protested. "We'll be wide op-"
"We've no choice! If the Ciatans can't see us clearly on radar they're likely to start shooting at everything that moves when the party starts, us included!"
"Yes sir," the navigator replied. "Shall I hail the Ciatans on open comms?"
"Go ahead," the wing commander answered. "Don't give any details: they'll know who we are if their aircraft recognition charts are up-to-date. Let's just hope the rouge Shimandans aren't listening on that frequency all the same ..."
"Any Ciatan army callsign: this is flight lieutenant Onizuka of the Shikeishan air force. Request emergency permission to enter your airspace ... any Ciatan army callsign: this is ..."
[ SAF (Shikeishan Air Force) Central Command Centre 02:04hrs (zulu) ]
"That's it, sir," the surveillance NCO reported, "The last of our active SH-101s is headed h*** bent for leather for the Ciatan border. With any luck the Ciatans are aware of the coming invasion and will figure out what our interceptors are playing at by entering their airspace. Now all we need is another ten or so minutes of quiet and we'll have close air support available for the airb-"
The 'satcom' field op comms (via satellite) monitor suddenly crackled to life, the soldier on the other end obviously deeming their situation serious enough to warrant breaking strict radio silence orders (in spite of their top-notch comms units' security). As though the urgency in the airborne NCO's voice weren't enough, staccato bursts of automatic weapons fire erupted throughout his transmission "Eagle one-niner this is bravo-two-zero: contact-contact-contact! Estimate one infantry battalion dug in with arty. Request air support, over!"
"Oh s***," the captain muttered under his breath before turning towards the flight liaison officer. "Get on the horn with the forward airbases and get your paws on anything with wings and guns, I don't care what! Bravo-Two-Zero's stepped in it thanks to Intel: we've got beaucoup enemy all over 'em! Sergeant, reopen comms with High Command pronto: tell 'em ops in the other sectors are ongong but we've got big trouble in Bravo-Two-Zero's!"
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Post by Ciata on Jan 31, 2005 13:55:41 GMT -5
The first Shikeishan air units come into visual range of the enemy devisions.
The lead pilot "Huh? It apears that the tank and armoured collums have stopped just out side the city, it looks like they fired on it!"
Wing man "No. The city is blacked out, and there aren't any fires or explosions over there, but it looks like they are firing at something."
Lead Pilot "Lets get closer, we cant engage if we dont know what is going on down there...................WHAT? Something is tearing those tank collums apart!"
Wing man "But I dont see any incoming fire, they must be engaging the tanks and armoured vehicles in close range!"
Lead Pilot "Radio head quarters and try to get a hold of the Ciatan forces to tell them to pull out so we can open fire......D**n! They spotted us! Get to a safer altitude to avoid enemy ground fire! All units pull up untill we get the green light to go!"
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Post by Ciata on Jan 31, 2005 20:13:08 GMT -5
The battle is over, our duty is done.
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Post by The Union of Tinis on Jan 31, 2005 20:23:18 GMT -5
<Tinis office at the Furry Federation Council Hall>
With eyes afixed to the computer screen, the white dragon grins. The First Speaker is only illuminated by the light of the monitor which reflects off his fine scales, creating a low glow in the room. He wispers quietly to himself:
"Now that was interesting. Its been a while since I've seen that kind of skill. I am impressed yes, but I do wonder about the reasoning for this situation. Why so close to the city? Why even in your boarders? Either I don't unsterstand something important or else you wanted the witnesses there before releasing that fury upon the invaders.
"When the vote is over I think I may have to pay Shimandu a visit myself."
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Post by Ciata on Jan 31, 2005 20:45:17 GMT -5
In the aftermath of the battle:
The Diacanos stands amid the flames and blood, his white robe stained with the blood of many an advisary. The honor guard still surrounding him, in case of some remote chance of a survivor's attack. Still in a transe he speaks....
"Cy......how many did we loose?"
"Around.......300 hundred sir."
Opalance cringes and makes a small gasp through clinched teath "That's......more than a third...of our Raja."
"Yes sir."
".....Did they harm de city?" The Diacanos asks as he half turns towards it.
"No sir. The other nation's fighters arrived 'round halfway though the battle. If we had waited another half hour, they would have made it."
".......but the city would have fallen."
The body guard nods..."yes sir."
There is a long silence, in the post battle shock, finally Opalance breaks it
"how many were there.......how many did we kill?"
Cy shakes his head.."I dont know sir."
Opalance turns from the city and takes two paces to the body of a young fox that he cut down. He pauses and looks into his face, frozen in a mix of anguish and suprise.
".....one............two............three................four.............."
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Post by Llewellynlland on Feb 1, 2005 0:47:41 GMT -5
*Emergency radio transmission* This is Llewellynlland medivac 172, we have just been fired upon by unknown forces. Primary field hospital has been sized by hostiles and staff whereabouts are unknown. We don't have enough fuel to make it to secure airspace. Will attempt emergency landing near secondary aid station tango 49. Requesting immedate assistance. *end transmission*
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Post by The Union of Tinis on Feb 1, 2005 2:49:28 GMT -5
<Interior of 'The Tower' - Data Analysis Level C>
"As we can tell from this still image, Sicarii, if the other evidence can be cooberated, is most likely working out of this factory complex. However there are a few things that need to be cleared up before we can be certain. Such as..."
The skunk standing with the pointing stick in front of the back projected picture is inturupted by three beeps.
"New situation," intones the room's speakers in a very big brother fashion. "Need imediat assistance plan for Llewellynlland primary field hospital in Shimandu. Situation, location seized by unknown forces. Medivac escaped to tango 49 aid station. Nearest Tinisian forces are located twenty miles north east of hospital. Extra information being downloaded to local network. Information is real time. Distribute and compute."
The skunk sits down at a terminal. The terminal is at one end of a large table covered in similar machines. A few are specialized with upgraded graphics or math processing periferals, but all are operated by similarly suited individuals. The black outfits encourage the company at the table to blend in with the dark walls of the room. Occasionally the fur of the operators does too. All the analysists are typing away furiouly or manipulating mice or more advanced manipulation controls.
After a few minutes the skunk asks, "Update."
Starting at her left voices begin to speak.
"Satellite imagry indicated armed occupaction of hospital with no indication of the where abouts of the personel."
"Terrain for most likely approches allows for a transit time of thirty minutes in best conditions. Strategically safe route, one hour thirty seven."
"Weather is acceptable for optimal battle conditions."
"Philosophical analysis indicates a 88% of assistance being the moral action to take."
"No unusual sysmic reports for the area. Level of activity in the region would require a seventy hour analysis of ground wave readings from best sources in order to determine relative number of hostiles."
"Capabilities of nearest unit are unlikely to be enough to liberate encampement without major casualties for our troops and friendly personel. Sugjest addition to nerest unit, Armor 15, 39, and air ships Moiken and Dakinota for most effective application of destructive power with reasonable time frames and the addition of Ground 2, 94, and 159 for close combat eradication of hostiles and highest chance of success for rescueing hostages."
"Closest know hostiles are located sixty seven minutes away by fastest route. Potential interception pattern generated to prevent reinforcements to the hospital using suggested forces."
"Ground plan generated for close combat manuvers."
"Ground plan generated for long range manuvers."
"Airial plan generated."
"No report from naval. Alternative report indicates high chance of hostiles being affiliated with rouge governorships."
"No report from space. Alternative report indicates that the medivac was attacked by a combination of small arms fire and two heat seaking missiles."
"Tango 49 is potentially threatened by hostiles, as is checkpoint Foxtrot-Oscar, and supply line along highway 59."
The skunk finishes the exposition of conditions. "Probability of mission success with given conditions, 68% destruction of all hostiles. 31% survival of all hostiages. Uploading suggestions now to field command."
<near Llewellynlland field hospital>
"What I'm questioning is why we need so much armor sarge."
"Its just as back up. Apparantly the tower came up with this one. They like to bring in the heavy stuff. Raises their percentages. They like that."
'Sarge', a mouse decked in full camo gear and dyes peers through his binoculars. He towers above his soldiers at almost seven feet, more now that he's standing on a rock to get a better view.
"I don't think the hostages are in there. Boys and girls, we need to find out a little more it seems. Grizwold, Yapslini, you'll swing around to the left, Rovest, Smith, the right. Wiknen, get up on the ridge and find a safe spot in the trees up there. You know the rules."
"Yes," says the grey fox. "Don't fire until given the order." Wiknen slings his sniper rifle over his back and fades into the night.
"Mashant, you're with me. Everyone meet back here at 0300. I'll be trying to find out if the medical personel are still there. If any of you see anything, let me know."
"And if they aren't?" ask a doe.
"Then we call in the cavelry, kill a bunch of crazies, and go home for the night."
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Post by Llewellynlland on Feb 1, 2005 4:00:29 GMT -5
*Encrypted transmission - sorce unknown*
This is a Llewellynlland intelegence communication authentication code wrenfare. Satalite tracking has shown aproxametly 60 hostiles have sized our primary hospital in the Shimandu reigon. At least 24 individuals have been taken to map marker B. No hostiles apear to remain in area but hospital staff has not responded to radio. Stratigic data and satalite links are being routed to all friendly forces. Good hunting.
*end transmision*
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Post by Shikeishuu on Feb 1, 2005 13:01:48 GMT -5
Having met no opposition to their crossing from Shimandu into Ciata, the strike force of high-speed SH-101 interceptors, largely unaffected by AA fire from the advancing column of rouge forces, seems to break off until the low-level scream of oversized turbines along with the thunderous roar of 'thirty mike-mike' (30mm) multi-barreled autocannon erupts over the rear echelon of the enemy units, depleted uranium AP rounds tearing through enemy vehicles' thin 'topside' armour en route to their fuel tanks and ammunition stores.
Undaunted by the prospect of flying 'danger close' missions in support of friendly forces, the battle-hardened veteran pilots prove their worth with cannon fire at comparatively close range, dispensing with even guided pyrotechnics in order to avoid causing casualties amongst the Ciatan defenders with whom they've been unable to establish air-ground communications. The SH-101 Shinken fighters come in low, their strafing runs commencing from the flanks and rear of the armoured column to minimize and if possible eliminate 'friendly fire' incidents. Once the Ciatans have the situation well under control (which presumably isn't long) Central Command relays contact reports from the embattled airborne contingent and from the Llewellyan field hospital to the squadron leaders.
"Niner-Zero this is Okami One: proceeding to romeo-victor point alpha-two-niner. Estimate arrival figures one-fife minutes, over!" One of the squadron leaders barks into his comms unit, both he and his fellow flight officers breaking off from the main combat formation to assist the field hospital while the remainder of the aerial assets depart towards the embattled airborne unit.
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Post by Ciata on Feb 1, 2005 13:48:55 GMT -5
From Opalance Calaminion, Diacanos of the Chattan to the Furry Federation members:
"Due to our grevious losses, ah am calling back all of mah Raja Borah that ah have in other countries, including Shimandu. The recent attack on our lands cost us a great many of our Raja, we have gone ta nearly 900, ta less than 575 to defend our clans. I am tellin' you this because for a while ta come, we wil be relyin on yer protection, untill we kin somehow rebuild an rethink our defences. In this modern day, a few good men alone is not enough to save you, one mindless missle could wipe us out, and there be nothing to guard our people. In light of this an the recent attack that was so costly upon our forces, I have decided to share with you what exactly our Raja Borah are.
Raja Borah have existed for over 200 years, first in small clan of the Ciatan, then spreading to be the high guardians of our people. Raja Borah are selected in very young childhood, an are those who pass certain compatabiity tests. The odds of passin' this test are roughly one in 100,000. Now these who pass the test an are admited into the order are fitted with three Heaven Star. These objects are the source of the Raja's power. One is fitted on each hand an one on the forehead. each stone increases yer natural strengths an abilities by roughly 50%, so with each one added, Raja Borah are roughly over 3 times as strong as a normal Uncia. This increases strength, muscle an bone denstiy, reflex an thinking speed, how far an how long we kin run an jump, an increases the natural feline ability to sense emotions to the point where two Raja kin communicate close by with emotions or simple symbols. However, the most important enhancment is de new-found ability ta use the Heaven Star to generate energy. This energy can be fired, use as a blade or as a shield. This is all using our Deotechnology, an art we developed while studying genetic engenering an bionic technology in understanding an studyin how the plants gather energy an resources from the light, air, an ground.
However, nearly all people who are actually able ta be fitted with 3 Heaven Star, kin not be fitted wit more, as it would destroy the body, much in the same way as too much steroids. I myself am fitted with one Heaven Star, as are most officials an preists who are at least partly compatibal. This is used to give us constant good health, and immunity ta virusis an poisons. However, because compatability is so rare, an the makin of Heaven Stones so expensive, we are only able ta keep a small force to protect us, an up untill now that was enough.
Also, Sicarri the Demon. He was a Raja Borah who betrayed us an stole a secret project that would have doubled the strength of our Raja, the Morning Star. We believe he has fitted it upon himself, giving him increadible power, with which he was able ta easily defeat two of our Raja himself. I tell you this to warn you, we do not know what he can possible do, but we do know that we cannot stand against him, and kin not afford to loose more of our Raja trying. It takes 20 years of trainin before a Raja Borah is ready ta go into service. It will take us many years ta rebuild our forces, an in the meantime, try ta find ah way ta improve it. So while we are doin this, we ask for your protection, to gaurd against such attacks that nearly broke the back of our defences. I put my trust in you.
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Post by The Union of Tinis on Feb 1, 2005 18:25:14 GMT -5
To: Opalance Calaminion, Diacanos of the Chattan From: Supreme Commander Joel Epshrin of Tinis Subject: Boarder Defense
Part of the founding premises of the Furry Federation is that all member nations would stand united in their common defense. I have ordered Commander Usil who is currently overseeing the Tinisian demonstrations, training, and manuevers for the Shikeishuu Armed Forces week to be reasigned, along with the forces under his command, to defend your boarder with Shimandu from all hostiles. The first group shall be arriving late tonight by air. They will of course perform the standard request to enter your air space and such. After their arrival Commander Usil and his battalion will submit to Furry Federation command for the remainder of his stay but will otherwise be instructed to prevent a repeat of the recent incursion into your territory.
Their numbers and abilities allow them to effectively defend your boarder with Shimandu, but their effectiveness will not allow a total boarder guard. I must also note that for Tinisian security reasons, Tinis will not be able to deploy another major force until either our contingents in The Yiffy, Shimandu, or along your boarder return home except in the most extereme of emergencies. This situation will likely continue until the completion of the formation of our 6th division.
I would also like to offer my condolences on the loss of your Raja Borah in the incursion. Despite our best efforts, our forces in Shimandu were unable to react quickly enough for the most part to the change of situation. As such, I am honor bound to accept the guilt for their inability to protect our ally. I must personally push for improvements in those I command. I understand there is a limit to what even the best fighting force can do, but it has become obvious to me that though the furs in uniform of Tinis are exceptional in any regard, they have not reached their full potential. Thus I have failed them. Neither the loss of your Raja Borah or the S.S. Toson was required.
I hope the addition of fifteen thousand conventional troops will assist you and your citizens.
Thank you -Joel Epshrin-
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Post by Drastrata on Feb 2, 2005 11:12:26 GMT -5
From King Aquinas to Opalance Calaminion I send my regrets in not being able to reach you fast enough to stop the forces from entering your nation and forcing you to attack the enemy on their own terms. I do not know of a braver group of fighters than those who would charge down a group of tanks in wide open area to save a city, and win to boot! Also, our nation is begining to study biotechnology as well, though we are evidentaly far behind you. Ours are large and crude, covering most of the body with temporary artificial enhancements. Though I'm sure you want to guard this secret well, and for good reason, I do wish that we might gain from such technology, though it's applications may be limited in number of persons. (OOC) I assume your Raja Borah look somewhat like this www.furnation.com/werepuppy/makujedi.html(BIC) However, we now stand ready with whatwe do have, and are developing more weapons on our own to face whatever threat may arise, speaking of which......
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Post by Ciata on Feb 3, 2005 12:19:17 GMT -5
From Opalance Calaminion, Diacanos of the Chattan
"Do not worry or have undue sorrow fer the fact that you could not defy reality an be wherever there is a threat in time. I hold no one responcible for the deaths of others besides the ones who killed them dirrectly. They made the decision, not you, blood is on their hands and ours, not yours.
We humbly thank Tinis fer the use of their forces in guarding our clans. We ask only one thing of this, that they might remain on the Shimandu side of the border for personal an symbolic reasons. It tis one thing to a nation fer another force ta wait for enemies near the border of another country, it tis another to stand guard in our country, implying that we cannot defend ourselves. That tis all that we will ask of you and would be even moe greatfull if you would comply, thank you."
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Post by The Union of Tinis on Feb 3, 2005 14:28:48 GMT -5
To: Opalance Calaminion, Diacanos of the Chattan From: Supreme Commander Epshrin of Tinis Subject: Boarder
Acceptable. They shall remain on the Shimandu side of the boarder and will only cross into Ciata at your request.
-S.C. Joel Epshrin
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