The Flags Fly Black Today

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Rear Admiral Janice Brown was commanding a fleet of frigates, one aircraft carrier (the MSR couldn’t transport the fighter jets to the hangars in Setzna) and troop transports (of course, the MSR not only needed to supply troops by air, they needed to supply troops by sea, but that’s not important right now). She was in the bridge of the SRF Freedom (the flagship, as well as the most advanced of her class), noting the bearings and coordinates, checking the status of other ships (SONAR does wonders), and making sure the fleet was turning to port (they were southbound). A chief petty officer ran up to the bridge and told her that she needed to go to the radio system inside the Freedom.

When Rear Admiral Brown reached the radio receiver, the officer said that a ship, identifying as UNV Syng. The officer tuned to a certain frequency, and a transmission came from the receiver.

(Yes, Emberwood Coast, they received your transmission)
EDIT: Slightly changed the fleet, storyline hasn’t continued yet. Also, messed up italics.

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As the three Viper’s got closer, they dropped in altitude. They were now about level with the UNV Syng and were heading straight towards the bow of the ship.

“Alright, here goes nothing” Viper-01 grinned, turning on his visor.

“Ya’ sure about this boss?” asked Viper-29 concerned with the possibility that they might crash into the ship rather than shoot past the bridge.

“It’s fine Jack, just follow me and 22” He replied.

“Hooyah!” Viper-22 fell in behind Viper-01, Viper-29 doing the same to form a straightish line. The Vipers would drop out of Mach 4, reducing their speed to 590 mph. Adjusting ever so slightly, the Vipers would fly by the bridge of the Syng, surprising the bridge crew. You could’ve sworn that the grin of one of the pilots was visible for a split second before the jets climbed back up to 39,000 ft.

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Fleet Admiral Antikah Clevt stood at the ready on the bridge of the Dawn, organizing the fleet and working with what Lance had been able to convince the President to give them.

Three friendly units appeared on the radar. She thought she saw a flash of the Stetznan flag as three figures materialized and vanished from in front of the bridge. She braced herself for the sonic boom.

sssshsshshshhBRAKOOWWWWWWAWOWWWoowwow

“Ensign Elizabeth, open a channel to the fighters.”

“Channel open sir.”

“Damn good flying, guys. But I’ll make sure you regret it if you scratch my paint, this is a sparkling new ship.” She then closed the channel. “Thanks, Jas.”

“Of course, admiral.” Replied the communications officer.

She went back to her work.

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The “Line”, October 30
Lt. Colonel Peterson was crouching in a bunker, firing his rifle. The soldier with him was a sergeant, soon to be commissioned, who was handling the machine gun in the center, spraying bullets out the opening and into the fascist lines. The sergeant stopped and reloaded, which took a few minutes. The General had ordered the soldiers to reach cover in the front lines and hold of the fascists. Peterson heard a nearby artillery gun fire. He saw the blast, and Peterson (and the sergeant) ran from the bunker and set up cover ahead of it using sandbags, wile someone else operated the automatic gun. This was going to be a long day…

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Pacific Ocean, 2:00 PM
The Vipers would turn back, heading for Luzen on a bombing run. Going back to Mach 4, the time to travel to Luzen would be much shorter. The cargo they were carrying was 4 1000 lb. bombs, 2 AIM-7 Sparrows, and a multitude of other CAS weapons
[hr]
Luzen Island, 2:30 PM
Lieutenant Julian Klaus was running through a trench on Hill 356 and shooting at fascist forces at the bottom of the hill. Never before had he seen fighting this intense in his whole military career. Mortars around the middle of the Hill were firing salvos at the enemy. A corporal was manning the 50. Cal in one of the watch towers, gunning down rebels.

“When are those Vipers coming in?” he asked a sergeant. Julian is the equivalent to a captain in the Army, due to him being a Navy officer and not a Army officer.

“In maybe 12 minutes I suppose!” the Sergeant replied.

A Special Forces unit started to move up without permission, ignoring orders and advancing on the rebel positions. The roaring of jet engines could be heard closing in on the position and explosions carpeted the enemy fortifications. The dropped bombs also hit the friendly Special Forces, wiping out the unit that just advanced.

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“Sir! Orders from command.”

Clevt scanned the holographic message and turned to the Conn officer. “Helm! New heading. Bring us to Setzna, full speed. We’ve got a new threat to take out.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Artillery, get ready. We have low-velocity high-density targets that we need taken out at a moments notice.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Gamma wing, get ready to fly.”

“Yes, admiral.”

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— Begin quote from ____

Pacific Ocean, 2:00 PM
The Vipers would turn back, heading for Luzen on a bombing run. Going back to Mach 4, the time to travel to Luzen would be much shorter. The cargo they were carrying was 4 1000 lb. bombs, 2 AIM-7 Sparrows, and a multitude of other CAS weapons
[hr]
Luzen Island, 2:30 PM
Lieutenant Julian Klaus was running through a trench on Hill 356 and shooting at fascist forces at the bottom of the hill. Never before had he seen fighting this intense in his whole military career. Mortars around the middle of the Hill were firing salvos at the enemy. A corporal was manning the 50. Cal in one of the watch towers, gunning down rebels.

“When are those Vipers coming in?” he asked a sergeant. Julian is the equivalent to a captain in the Army, due to him being a Navy officer and not a Army officer.

“In maybe 12 minutes I suppose!” the Sergeant replied.

A Special Forces unit started to move up without permission, ignoring orders and advancing on the rebel positions. The roaring of jet engines could be heard closing in on the position and explosions carpeted the enemy fortifications. The dropped bombs also hit the friendly Special Forces, wiping out the unit that just advanced.

— End quote

OOC: That was waiting to happen. The Reanimation thread gives everything away.

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Peterson pointed his sniper rifle over the sandbags and aimed. The distinctive crack of a rifle firing filled the air as the bullet propelled by the gun hit its target. He suddenly heard a bump. He looked over the sandbags and saw a grenade. “Take cover!” Peterson ordered the sergeant who was with him.

BOOM!!! Sandbags went everywhere, and the two were suddenly without cover. To make things worse, a piece of shrapnel managed to embed itself in his arm. He would have to get to the infirmary to get it removed. Great. Just great.

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‘Allied forces, be advised; This is gamma-blue squadron, on approach for bombing run at point 622549 along the line.’

Five advanced fighters passed over the allied line, and managed to convert several trenches full of enemies into dust before passing back over the horizon.

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On the deck of SRAC Victorious, October 31, 2016
Master Sergeant (of the MSR’s air force) Douglas Simmons stood on the flight deck of the aircraft carrier SRAC Victorious, feeling lucky that he didn’t have to put up with domestic affairs like [REDACTED] (OOC: I withdrew it because I remembered that whatever happened will happen much later). He was ordered by the lieutenant (who is his squadron leader) to board the fighter jet (they had onboard guns and air-to-surface missiles), and take off with his squadron, the Lightning Squadron. He had Lightning-2, while the leader (who the lieutenant) got Lightning-1. (OOC: For this mission, all planes except the one Simmons is in will be referred to by the plane they were flying) Lighting-1 radioed, This is Lightning Squadron to Victorious, requesting permission for takeoff. The control tower replied, “Lightning Squadron, you are cleared for takeoff.” One jet at a time, Lightning Squadron took off. Their mission was to take out three artillery batteries, preferably without getting shot down by AA guns. The squad expected a smooth flight until they reached enemy ground. They hailed the SRF Freedom as they flew past.

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Aelitian Executive Plane
“-and the fighting has been intensifying, with regular air raids as well as foreign armed forces mobilizing to the conflict zone. Preliminary reports of supply ships from an as-of-yet undeclared source have been validated. The Trustees have a vote scheduled on the authorization of force in the protection of the nationals.” Explained Jordan Reines, the Presidential Inquirer for Foreign Policy, summarizing his morning brief to the President.

“Indeed.” The president was thoughtful as he took his morning coffee. Reines knew the President had already read the report, but was obliged to counsel him any way. “We need to see that this area does not become destabilized as a result of this conflict, and contributing active forces may be contrary to that goal.” He rose from his seat, fixing himself another coffee.

“Sir, the motion before the Trustees looks to authorize a task force mobilization.”

“I am aware. Disallow the motion, and have the Armed Forces Dominion Command bring me three plans for how we can complete the goal of protecting this movement.” The Inquirer left the President to carry out his commands.

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30 meters above sea level. Bridge of the UNV Dawn, 2230 Hours, 10.31.2016.

“Captain, the rebel navy is amassed here. With enough bombing runs and artillery strikes, we could put their cruisers out of commission.”
It could work. Or, we could lose five high-tech A-44s over enemy-held land, planes that cost tens of billions of dollars each.
Still, there wasn’t exactly a better option. So long as those ships could provide support to the troops on the Line, the allied ground forces couldn’t gain an inch.

300 meters above sea level. 256th floor, Executive Administration Center, Aura; 2245 Hours, 10.31.2016
“Lance, I can’t sign this in good faith-”
“Nim, it needs to happen, people are dying.”
“But more will die… This is an escalation of force…”

3,000 meters above sea level. 2300 Hours, 10.31.2016.
“Clear for final approach. Gamma-Green, give 'em hell.”
“Yes, sir!”
The advanced jets arced around for another attack on the rebel-filled harbor; Bombs at the ready.
[edit_reason]THe zOMbies are GOne whOOOOooo[/edit_reason]

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Imperial palace in Aeternum, Caltharus

“The situation in the civil war has grown more intense every day. I suggest that we send a battalion of our men from our fast response unit to help the democratic government. While this battalion would act under Setznas high command their task would also be to get information about these “fake caltharusians”. We need to get more information about who hired these men and why” Grand Marshall Otto Sturnn said. Grand marshall Sturn was the leader of Caltharusian military, outranked only by the king himself and lord governor who speaks with the kings voice.

“Thank you, Marshall Sturnn” said Frederik. “We need to immediadly contact Setznian goverment and ask for their permission for our soldiers to enter their nation. Make also sure that they know what the our secondary objective is. We don’t want them to think that there’s something shady in our soldiers.” Fredrik continued.

Other military leaders on the room agreed and were then dismissed. Only Grand marshall Sturnn, Lucas Brom, Admiral Jonah Hessius stayed in the room with Fredrik.

“So Lucas what is the situation with the fascists in our nation. This rebellion in Setzna has activated their movements in all over Urth.” Fredrik said.

“Well currently we know that Caltharusian nationalist party is the second largest party in Caltharus but only one fifth of them have openly symphatised those rebels in Setzna. But the scary thing is that the extremist part of the nationalist party has someway allied it self with the extremist part of the Caltharusian workers party, which also is the largest party in Caltharus. Currently we don’t know how that alliance is possible, but i’m working around the clock to get that information.” Lucas answered looking tired and stressed at the same time.

Fredrik could read from the face of Sturnn that he was shocked about the news. Sturnn was member of the democratic party of Caltharus and knew that parties didn’t hold that much power. That would often lead to frustration which could, if supported by some of the great houses, lead to a civil war. Even though Strunn was a hardened army officer, even a chance to civil war made him anxious.

After a short silence Fredrik gave orders to the remaining two officers in the room.
“Admiral Hessius, you will be responsible for transferring our soldiers to Setzna IF Setznan government allows us. Marshall Sturnn you will choose this battalion from the fast response unit. Also make sure that army and navy are ready if something unexpected happens. Now dismissed.”

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256th Floor, Executive Administration Center, Aura; 0910 Hours, 11.1.2016.

“We have numerous fast-attack dropships not being used. I know you don’t like it, but we should have them outbound with spec-ops teams now.”
“Lance, you know I don’t want more commitment of force!”
“Nim, we’re already in. What we want now is to expedite the fight, get it done and preserve as many lives as we can.” They pleaded.
“I’ll send out the fast-attack ships.” She sighed. Lance was right, this had to happen. If nothing else, it strengthened the Tretridian forces already on the gorund. She pulled up a control panel, and typed the order on the impossibly thin sheet of blue light.

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SMDFS Arcadia, 0000 Hours, 11/1/16, Operation Liberator.

Rear Admiral Charlie Hapzler skimmed the display in the bridge showing the battle plan and a summary of the briefing that was held earlier in the week. The SMDFS Arcadia and a detachment of three New Alexandria-Class destroyers, two Setzna-Class cruisers and one of the newly finished Normanza-Class modern battleships equipped with new hexagonal layering armor technology. (Lead ship SMDFS Normanza) steamed towards the UNV Dawn in order to join forces with the Emberwood Fleet and Tretrid Fleet. The rest of the 2nd Fleet was still supporting troops at Luzen and the “Line”.

“Admiral, new orders from command” Lieutenant Zimmerman saluted Hapzler and displayed the new information on the screen for him to see.

Hapzler raised an eyebrow in interest, “Exterminate the enemy navy or at least destroy most of it? Our Vipers are still being refueled and stocked on munitions and our F/A-58s would have to sacrifice space for munitions just to get to the rebel’s fleet from here.” (The detachment, TF60 is about 4260 kilometers away from the Dawn. Luzen is the southernmost island that is still under control by Setzna.)

“Viper rearmament shouldn’t take long, we can outfit them for anti-ship operations in a jiffy” said Zimmerman with confidence.

“Then send out the Vipers after rearmament and refuel, ASAP” Hapzler looked back at the display screen and the bridge with his hands behind his back in parade rest.

“I want TF60 ready for naval combat in an hour or less. Let’s get a move on people!” An unanimous “Aye, Sir” was heard from the bridge crew as sailors got to work left and right immediately.

On the Normanza, 11 inch shells were loaded into each of the 3 triple barreled turrets on the deck. AGM-84D Harpoons were loaded alongside BGM-109 Tomahawks in the above deck launchers, each launcher holding 4 missiles. The new RMD System was installed on the Normanza (Rapid Missile Deployment System). Combined with the new hexagonal layering system and a top speed of 35.2 knots, the Normanza is more like an up-armored cruiser than a battleship.

(The Normanza is also only 24 meters longer than the Ticonderoga-class cruiser in real life, it would be classified historically as a battlecruiser but I mean, wheres the fun in that?)
[edit_reason]Organization was a bit messy.[/edit_reason]

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Over Setzna, October 31, time 2345
Lighting Squad flew over terrain. Suddenly the squadron leader spotted their targets just as the anti-aircraft guns opened fire. Simmons threw Lightning-2 into a sudden pitch, as did Lightning-1 and all the others, though only Lightning-1 through 4 were able to concentrate on destroying the artillery instead of getting shot down by AA shells. Lightning-1 radioed in, “Laser-guided missiles inbound! Deploy flares!” Flares went everywhere, causing the missiles to move in random directions. Peterson fired one of his missiles…
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The Executive Building, Tretridia, November 1, time 0145
Defense Minister Kyle Johnson was sitting in his office whist drinking coffee and coordinating the movement of the MSR. The phone suddenly rang. It was Bartholomew Smith ,the Foreign Minister. “I have urgent news. Aelitia is officially supporting the UIRF.” Johnson cursed silently. He said, “Well, there’s no turning back now, with our alliances with Emberwood Coast, which is also in this war.”
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An infirmary half a kilometer away from “The Line”, November 1, time 0800
Lieutenant Colonel Peterson was lying in an infirmary as a medic was assessing the extent of the damage done to his arm from the shrapnel. The medic, Eric Nelson, picked up a pair of sterile tweezers and pulled out the fragment. Peterson shuddered in pain, but was slightly used to the experience. Nelson, noting that the wound was bleeding, rinsed it and bandaged it. Nelson said, “Don’t go the the front lines until it is fully healed. You can still coordinate the movements with your rank. I’m just not sure what the General would say…”

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Allied Flotilla, deck of the UNV Dawn; 0900 Hours, 11.2.2016.

The dropship’s comms crackled and a clear voice came through. “Echo-Red-Leader, this is Dawn ATC. Stand by for allied flight clearance.”

“Copy, Dawn Control.” Sash replied. They readied the dropship’s engines and closed the rear ramp. Onboard was Lieutenant Sash Viernes, their copilot, Yumi Paladin, and a six-person Special Operations Team, equipped and ready to assist the forces along the line. Five other dropships with similar cargoes sat adjacent to theirs on the metallic runway.

The comms crackled and spoke again. “Echo-Red-One, Come in. You’re clear to fly. Good luck out there.”

“Copy ATC. We’ll be back in a flash.” They closed the channel and hit the intercomm to the cabin. “Here we go, guys. Strap in.”

Yumi shoved the throttle forward, and Echo-Red-One led the six-craft team towards The Line.

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Over Setzna, Oct. 31, time 2350
Lightning Squad flew through the air, headed back to SRAC Victorious after destroying the armaments. When it was in sight, Lightning-1 radioed in, “This is Lightning Squadron to SRAC Victorious, requesting permission to land.” The control tower radioed back, “You are clear.” One by one, the planes of Lightning Squadron landed.

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Battlezone Airspace, 0450 Hours

“Over at the Line now. Yumi, go ahead and call in.”

“On it.” She hit the comms and called the Setznian ATC. “This is Echo-Red Squadron, standing by for reinforcement drops.”

A reply quickly crackled back. “Echo-Red, your transponders check out. Set down as far forward as you can, our point teams need help.”

“Copy that.” Sash took the ship into a dive and leveled out over the battlefront, artillery fire careened across the ground, and explosions lit up the otherwise dark island night.

“Drop team, get ready. We’re on the ground in twenty seconds.”

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Presidential Estate, Arcadia, 12:00 PM

The Leaders of Tretrid and Emberwood Coast and their families were invited over to the Presidential Estate in Setzna for a State dinner hosted by President William Verlhan in order to build stronger relations with the two nations.

William twirled a pen and sighed. Clearly nervous.

“It’s fine man, all you need to do is meet with them and talk to them about things, be normal!” said Secretary of State Bret Karlson, who was also the Director of Foreign Affairs.

“I do this stuff all the time, you’ll do great”

“Whatever you say…” William sighed again and stood up dressed in the dress blues uniform of a General of the Army. A saber dangled from his waist and the golden aiguillette on his chest swayed with every motion he took. Bret was dressed in a dinner suit. Velhaus was waiting outside the door, also dressed in dress blues, followed the two. The only difference between the two uniforms that William and Velhaus wore was that Velhaus held the rank of Major General.

The trio walked to the lobby then sat and wait for the guests. The rest of the Presidential family came downstairs to join the three in their wait. First Lady (Brigadier General) Marlene Verlhan was wearing a quite beautiful white dress that showed off her figure.

“You know… it doesn’t look like you and Marlene have aged at all since we all graduated from high school. She still has a body of a 18 year old…” Velhaus commented.

“True, thats part of the reason why I love her so much, hah” William responded with a chuckle and a smile.