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[EVENT] Planet on Fire pt. 2; Friendly Fire
Topic Started: Sep 3 2012, 05:34 AM (325 Views)
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[Semetic Union Naval Forces Battlegroup "Ahura Mazda" (1 x Bering-class Aircraft Carrier "Solomon". 2 x Arkansas-class Cruiser "Abraham, Noah". 1 x Polypeimos-Class Submarine "Ryuhoshio". 2 x Fraiser-class Frigate "Santa Monica, Kiel". 30 x FF-12 Lancer II. 20 x F-7D Spearhead. 10 x F/A-9 Fly Dagger. 4 x E-9 Flatmouse. 2 x C-88 Medea. 5 x UH/V-3 Hornet. 15 x MAJ-V34 Jiachong. 4 x M353A4 Bloodhound. 10 x Type 61 MBT. 5 x MSA-003 Nemo. 5 x GM Sniper III. 5 x GAT-02L2 L Dagger). 100km off the Indian coastline, due east. Indian ocean. 5 days prior to EVENT.]

The Battlegroup was a composite of all forces friendly to al-Zawari, though some allegiances were more suspect than others. Though the Battlegroup was engaged in what looked like training maneuvers, it was very much more than that. It was indeed a rehearsal for what would be a big event, an event many would not suspect, and the ignition to a much larger conflict. The reality of what these soldiers, marines, airman, and sailors would have to do was not taken lightly, and much care had been taken to remove elements who might have second thoughts about completing the objective.

In terms of size, the force itself wasn't very big, but the bare minimum needed to keep this operation clandestine, and in proportion to what they would face when they made landfall. Intelligence was not hard to obtain, considering friendly forces shared the same information structure. If this operation failed, negative repercussions would be many, but outside forces had planned this carefully, including being able to isolate this incident with impunity.

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[Oceanic Commonwealth Naval Weapons Station. Australia. Oceana. 5 days later. 1400 local time.]

"Battlegroup Ahura Mazda, sighting confirmed. Welcome to Australia."

"Many thanks, port control. Two weeks, far too long. Refit'll be just what the doc ordered."

"Haha, I hear ya. Docks 13, 14, and 16 are all yours. Go ahead and park the trains, we'll all be good for beers around 1700, good copy?"

"Read ya loud and clear. See ya soon. Out".

In the port control tower, a watchman was lazily scanning the fleet, more out of curiosity than anything else, really. He was used to seeing big naval groups come in, so this wasn't very much for him. With his binos, he moved his field of view from the carrier, to the cruisers, then finally the frigates.

Here we go...bunch of horny, rambunctious sailors n' shit.

He lowered his binos and moved to the other side of the tower, the better to view the group as they were about to move into formation to orderly pull into the docks. Lifting up his binos again, he noticed that the ships had helos and transport craft engines spooling, along with an unusual number of aircraft ready on deck, rather than below it. He didn't see any mobile suits, but still, he thought it was rather strange for a docking battlegroup to have so much deck activity when they should be pulling into the parking lot.

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The radioman's palms were sweating as the commander stood over him, the CIC silent as hell except for hushed affirmations of course destination, vectors, and deck activity coordination. Next to him, the sonarman kept his eyes on the console, parting his lips to speak.

"Sir, the Ryuhoshio is in place, tubes flooded and ready to launch."

The commander nodded. It was time. He places his hand on the shoulder of the radioman. Nothing else was needed to be said.

"Aye".

In seconds, the CRYPTO codes were switched, radios all around in a moment of static as the Battlegroup moved onto its own encrypted channel, not the Commonwealth Armed Forces mandated one for the day. It was expected that some radio's would not automatically make the hop, but those unlucky ones would merely have to perform an over the air rekeying, which took almost no time.

"For Earth" the commander said over the radio net.

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"Hey, Dorcas, come check this out" said the watchman, his co-worker on duty walking over. He handed her the binos.

"Hey, what gives?" she asked, wondering if this was him passing off the binos for a 20 minute shit-break.

"Look, out there. Flight decks on the carrier. Same thing with the aircraft pads on the smaller ships. Why is there so much activity? Isn't that dangerous while they try and move into the docks?" he asked, looking out with his significantly un-binoculared vision.

Dorcas humphed as she scanned the vessels, indeed noticing the unwarranted activity. "Huh, you're right. That's funny...isn't that a Medea? Why's it taking off? Can't they just offload through the ships?".

The Watchman snatched the binos back, bringing an indignant 'hey!' from his co-worker. Indeed, he saw that two C-88 Medeas were taking off and moving in opposite directions, though both were headed into the surrounding port. "That's weird...those things carry mobile suits. Maybe they're transporting a prototype or something?" he surmised, wondering if he should tell the watch commander.

What they did not see, however, was the bursts from the water outside the port, as the submarine of the battlegroup began launching cruise missiles toward the port facilities. The alarm went up almost immediately, most people watching thinking it was merely low-flying aircraft coming in over the horizon. Too late.

"Oh shit, look at that smoke! Is that a fire?" Dorcas said aloud, pressing to the glass to look closer at the fleet. It was the last thing she saw, as one of the cruiser's cannons shot the port tower to pieces.

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It had started. The first shot. The prelude to full-blown hostilities in the civil war. The port defense forces were being shot up, the order to scramble having come late to the complacent units, not thinking that an attack like this would ever come to their lonely corner of the world. The Battlegroup had begun launching fighters and bombers, along with deploying its land forces to take the base and move inward. Reacting to the attack was made even more difficult because port sensor operators were having difficulty changing IFF frequencies to differentiate the now-enemy forces, while some higher-ups still believed this was a friendly-fire incident, and kept calling for a cease-fire. This was making it all too easy for the Ahura Mazda battlegroup.

All in all, the goal of this mission was to secure the HLV facilities adjacent to the port, the port itself acting as a beachhead of sorts. Forces openly allied with al-Zawari (and secretly with Admiral Travick) knew their objective, and others knew that this tactical move would determine the strategic battleground for the future.

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For those of you who didn't read pt. 1 of Planet on Fire, this is a EC vs. EC land grab, one of many, actually, that concerns forces loyal to Admiral Travick (among other factions) capturing and controlling Heavy Lift Vehicle facilities and other places that would support, you guessed it, a move into space. This, unless unopposed, will be considered a land battle for EC players only. One side will be the Oceanic Commonwealth Naval Weapons Station Forces, while the others will belong to the al-Zawari-allied Semetic Union Ahura Mazda Battlegroup, the latter of which's goal is to capture the port and HLV facilities which will later tie into strategic action in favor of Admiral Travicks' faction. You can pick either side, and any inventory in the EC arsenal, within reason, is available. Just be cognizant of the inherent Command and Control (C2) disadvantage of the Base Defense forces. I will, if people wish to deploy here, control a GM Sniper III as a temporary PC on the side of Semetic Union forces. Yes, NPC's are allowed. I don't think any NZ forces would be here, but if you can make a good, decent reason to deploy here, I don't mind. But it is subject to my discretion, NZ players.

If nobody posts to oppose the attack forces, I will update this thread with battle reading, detailing both sides, for everyone's viewing pleasure. After 5 days, if nobody posts to interdict, the battle will be won in Semetic Union forces favor, though I will still write about the battle and such.



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And so it began, with the first shot finally being fired against unsuspecting forces that were without a doubt Earth Commonwealth until minutes ago, Gina was brought into the civil war she never asked for with the still lingering trepidation that this was all wrong in every way. But the voice that came out of her throat were anything but complaints and protest against this new movement. Time passed by without care and here she was strapped tight in the cockpit of her mobile suit facing a familiar facility that the upper command had labeled as ‘enemy’.

Unsure of what to do anymore, besides feeling the loneliest she has ever been, Gina flew off the carrier Ahura Mazda and landed on the sandy beaches a little further away from the main facility where she kept her sharp eyes on it through the scope of her beam sniper rifle, watching the massacre unfold before her very eyes with her duty to only watch and take out any stragglers or units that might become a threat to the main attacking forces, which she was glad she wasn’t assigned to; no doubt because she wasn’t showing the most enthusiasm at all the strategic meetings so far. She fancied that she herself was being watched carefully by others on her own ‘side’ in case she shows signs of defecting or acting in some way that would be counter to Travick’s vision, at which point she could expect a bullet or a beam saber shoved right into her back anytime soon after…
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Lavans had sat in on a meeting for this particular operation. Or rather, one of the meetings. There was at least some of it he probably wasn't privy to, despite his status as a Spectre. Still, he'd laid out some ideas with the rest of the brass, and actually planned out which parts the Spectres themselves would come in. Despite having authority that was on par with a senior or field grade officer now, he had to convince a lot of people who dwarfed him in rank that his plan was worth it. Assuming the Spectres could pull it off, it would prove the necessity of their unit's existence. It would also be a stepping stone to Lavans' ultimate plan of going to space and taking the fight to the enemy, or at least doing something to distract them -keep the Zeeks from interfering in Earth's civil war.

Rather than have the Spectres deploy as a mobile suit force, as the brass was probably originally thinking, Lavans disagreed and opted for a more covert approach. In theory, Lavans' idea would more efficient and save more lives. The powers that be must've agree, fore here the Spectres were.

As per Lavans' plan, the powers that be had arranged for the Spectres to be pulled out of Africa and re-assigned to Australia -specifically to the Oceanic Commonwealth Naval Weapons Station. They had the appropriate paperwork and backing from the brass. Nothing really seemed suspicious about it. It just looked like a regular re-assignment. No fake IDs. No forged paperwork.

It'd been about three days since Lavans and company arrived on base. They were all assigned Nemo mobile suits, although Lavans had little to no intention of sticking with them. They had to keep up appearances though, so they went to work like normal. In their off duty hours, Lavans made sure they drove around and toured the base as thoroughly as they could, getting a good idea where key locations were -armories, hangars, HQ, etc.

Then it finally happened. The proverbial day of days. Lavans, hopefully with the other Spectres in toe, exited the quarters they were assigned. He wore the typical khaki uniform of the Commonwealth, complete with a black bomber jacket with sheepskin collar, and dark aviator glasses. For this particular covert operation, he'd made sure to keep his ears glued to the base's radio chatter. It was painfully obvious when the attack was launched.

Richard had a descendant of the walkie-talkie in hand. Quickly, as he jogged toward a jeep parked out front -hopefully with another Spectre already behind the wheel- he set the walkie-talkie to a frequency that would spam all the important channels in range.

"HQ! HQ! Be advised! One of the fuel tanks on one the docking ships exploded! Shrapnel and debris has caused a shipment of ammo to explode! Fire is spreading! Order the docks to be evacuated immediately! Send medics and firefighters ASAP! Repeat, send medics and firefighters ASAP! Over!"

A lie. Lavans wasn't within visual range of the dock itself. It was a gamble too. A gamble that it would work, or at least confuse the chain of the command long enough to allow the invading force to get a better foothold. Provided it would work, Lavans also hoped that the invading forces wouldn't fire at medics and firefighters rushing to help. A gamble that would hopefully save lives.

Naturally, with the contradicting reports, someone over the other end questioned Lavans' assessment. He replied with "Well, I'm looking right at it! I just now saw it happen! Send medics and firefighters immediately! Over!"

Another lie. Of course, the brass probably wouldn't have agreed to spare the valuable Spectre pilots for Lavans' plan if it only consisted of him telling a lie or two in order to try and confuse the base's chain of command.

They had to keep up appearances. So Richard, the highest ranking Spectre, hopped in the front passenger seat of the jeep. Nothing unusual at all about a CO being driven by a subordinate. Hopefully, no one would look twice at them -or notice the concealed, silenced tranquilizer pistols they were carrying, amongst other things.

"Full speed ahead, Number One," Lavans would say as he situated himself into the jeep's front passenger seat. The idea was simple. The Spectres all knew the plan. Lavans had gone over it with them over a dozen times. Amid the chaos, they were to go to the HQ and neutralize the bass' commander and his staff. Naturally, Lavans preferred not to kill or harm comrades, hence the tranquilizer pistols. And since they were legitimately reassigned to this base, they had all the appropriate IDs should they be stopped and questioned.

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Jason was near the mobile suit hanger as the air raid sirens sounded. Jason’s once slow walk turned into a sprint down the hallways, turning corner after corner Jason had finally arrived at his destination. He scrambled up the cat walk, to one of the mobile suits, especially the mobile suit he was assigned to temporarily, a black colored Nemo. Jason followed the cat walk until he got to his unit. Eventually Jason opened the cockpit hatch of the mobile weapon and started the boot up of the mobile suit’s operating system.

The red visor glew with life as power pumped through the human shaped mobile suit. AS the hanger door opened as another mobile suit squadron moved out before him. Jason did not know who was attacking, Nor did he really care. The giant metallic monster moved from its area to outside the base. Sounds of explosions echoed and shook the area. A blip appeared soon after the Nemo had powered on. It was one of the communications operators, the woman went by the name Abigail Santiago, a beautiful women Jason admired for her strong will and ability to resist his charms.

“Sup Abby? You are looking especially beautiful today.” Jason remarked, with a smile on his face.

“Sergeant, you can stow that talk and do your job. The identification codes of the forces attacking match the Semetic Union Ahura Mazda Battle group, this probably will not be good”

The Semetic Union? Why are they attacking? Jason thought to himself.

“Everyone protect the base.” A voice remarked about the black Nemo’s communication suite.

Jason stayed silent.He had made the choice.Spectre was’t to survive if he did’t side with the attackers. Jason had a very strong bond with each of his fellow members of Spectre, but the fact remained that if did this he would’t be siding with whoever was pulling the strings, It was time, Jason ran out slightly from the cadre of Nemos moving along another route while he went the other “I’ve always fought by myself, that is the way it’ll stay.”
Edited by Valhalla, Sep 11 2012, 04:55 PM.
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