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| [FINISHED] The Hawkwickan Civil War; You want some context for the other two North RPs? Here it is. | |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:21 PM Post #1 |
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Altberg Mountains, North of New Altberg. 8:37 AM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The border post was well guarded, and the guard detail had tripled in a week. This isn't good. Rickard Jensen stood 600 meters above the guard post. Two guards flanked him. All of them quietly observing. All of them watching in utter silence as the guard post stood still. With this post gone, the NFA could both gain a foothold on friendly territory and get the Anhurians to New Altberg in a day. Jensen turned to one of his guards. "How in the bloody hell are we supposed to take this thing out and send a signal to the Anhurians?". The guard shrugged, and set the safety off of his rifle. It was a HM-10, an older breed of 5.56mm Hawkwickan assault rifles. Still using cased ammunition. Jensen frowned. His team had identified over 150 troops, at this guard post alone. "It's three against a hundred. I don't know how in the hell we're supposed to do this." He sighed. "Damn it, Reinhart, why did you have to disappear?" Lamenting about how the Anhurians would be in the dark with his disappearance, he threw his rope over the cliff, the others joining him. This was going to be one hell of a tough nut to crack. HARM Command, Blackhorn West Compund, Blackhorn Island. 10:31 AM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Supreme Commander Erik Matterhorn stood over the holographic projection of Hawkwick, his circle of generals sitting around it. "So. The Anhurians have declared for that pisser, Hellhorn. They'll be coming soon, that much I know of. But they probably expect me to negotiate, to join with them, or some bogus shit in the like of that. Gentlemen, we do not negotiate with traitors. Nor with their allies." Cries of "Aye" echoed through the room. Matterhorn pointed to the map again, quieting the generals. "Alright. I want a status report on the Anhurian Military. " One general spoke up. "They have a small amount of tanks. A rather large amount of walkers, due to the climate. No reports on anything else, although I hear that their infantry armor is more advanced than Dragonplate." One of the generals chuckled slightly. "Walkers? If they attack with those, especially across one of our trench lines, they won't stand a chance." Matterhorn frowned. "I've fought alongside them. They're not that stupid. They'll be playing this one smart. Perhaps using fear of that "plague" to their advantage. Send a detachment to Luftberg to clear that cell of NFA out. I don't want them, or the Artstotszkans making a landing on our doorstep." Somewhere on the Anhur-Hawkwick border. 10:53 AM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hinrich Reinhart came to his senses. The dropship they had been in smoked furiously, but he had been dragged away. The soldiers tended to him, along with Evelyn Jensen, daughter of the former President, and another soldier. Five total, they had been sent to negotiate for the NFA in Anhur. "Is she alright?" His attention was instantly turned to her as she looked up slightly. She winced. "Yeah, I'm here." One of the soldiers quieted her down, and Reinhart saw the reason why. A piece of metal debris was sticking out of her knee. "I'll be fine, I've taken worse." Reinhart got up quickly. "Ev, I have too, trust me. But we're in no place to walk it off. Any sign of bad weather?" Reinhart asked one of the soldiers as he took a closer look at Evelyn. "Not yet. We're stranded, but I doubt the blizzards come this close to the ground." Reinhart nodded. "Send out the signal to the Anhurians. We can't survive long in this range, even in a valley, and especially not with her leg in that shape." He walked over to the dropship. The radio still worked, and the pilot was scavenging things of value from the cockpit. He turned the radio on, and set it to an old frequency. "This is Hinrich Reinhart, here with NFA assets to talk. We've crashed in the mountains, and we need assistance." He set SOS to loop and walked back to the soldiers. |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:22 PM Post #2 |
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XWS Invariable, 88th CAAD Flagship, CIC. Northern Luftberg Sea. 10:55 AM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- High above the island north of Luftberg, an unarmed stealth UAV peered down on NFA installations. The recon was part of deciding which faction to support in Hawkwick, and how much they ought to be supported. However, it wouldn't be long before the CAAD's presence in the area was discovered. Admiral Nicholas Heiss knew this, though he had no idea what sort of reaction it would provoke from each faction. Heiss wasn't too worried about Anhur, since they could probably infer why the CAAD was here and that it was no threat to their nation. Soon enough, the CAAD would be peeking at the current state of HARM, and, eventually, the HNA. The HNA probably wouldn't accept help even if it was offered considering their stance, and rumor has it that Lidar never even considered helping Blackwatch, so that narrows down the options a bit. But again, it was only a matter of time before the CAAD was located. And when it was, it was likely inevitable that someone would have something to say to them. Admiral Heiss stood and waited for the CAAD to be contacted, directing the recon operations while he waited. |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:22 PM Post #3 |
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Fort Tajal, Northern Altana Mountains, Anhur-Hawkwick Border Former Autarch Odan XV had just arrived at the base to direct the operation personally as the reinstated High General of Ciano. She was combing through report after report of troop movements on the border region. That was until a suspicious report of a craft falling out of the sky and landing on the other side in the desert. Sighing, she types up a letter to a nearby outpost to send a unit to get the wreckage. Thankfully the trajectory was mapped so the crash site was an easy approximation. Judging it was time she touched a small holographic button on her desk and opened a channel to the various generals and air marshels across the border. "It is time, I am issuing battleplan 825. In an hour I want all of you to get your Artillery set up and then at noon to launch a bombardment of all HNA bases on the border. Reach of the Guardian, Ultan Ocean, East of Hawkwick. Admiral Tolen had ordered two of the fleets in the east, The Speed of the Guardians and The Sword of the Guardians to head towards NFA territory and to unload their troops in NFA territory to bolster defenses. While her fleet headed north towards Sofya. Her personal flagship the super carrier AOV Zeon was running air patrols as they approached just a few hundred miles to the east of the island. She went out a message over open channels. That repeated the message "This is Admiral Tolen of the Anhurian Joint Naval Command. You are ordered to surrender your garrison and assets on the island of Sofya. We are here to liberate the Hawkwick people from their oppression per Council Order 50,302." |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:23 PM Post #4 |
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Altberg Mountains, North of New Altberg. 10:59 AM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The soldiers unhooked themselves, their descent completed. The base loomed just a couple hundred meters away from them. As they slowly crept towards the base, the sky began to darken. Darker and darker it got, until the blizzard was in full force by the time they had reached the outer wall. Jensen gave the concrete wall a glance, his WHOT thermal vision activating within his helmet. He motioned for one of the soldiers to move up. "No mistakes." The soldier removed a small cylinder from his belt which extended into a grappling hook with the press of a button. He extended the rope and threw it over the wall. The others set their safeties off on their weapons. 2km from Luftberg NFA Camp, North Luftberg Island, 11:04 AM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On a lonely dirt path, a group of HARM Overwatch Operatives made their way towards the purported location of the camp. They walked slowly, showing caution at every sound, every movement accounted for. They were camouflaged to the best of their ability, with leaves and branches draped over their body armor. Their weapons were state of the art, and all suppressed. As they slowly approached a barren clearing, one of the soldiers removed something from his backpack. The small quadrotor drone buzzed to life, and flew above the countless pine trees. The operative was controlling it from his helmet interface, and his experience showed. He maneuvered it with ease, turning it's camera 360 degrees as the many animals of Luftberg glowed a blinding white. Scanning for signs of activity, the thermal camera spotted a glimmer in the sky above. Zooming in to the best of it's ability, the camera saw a blur. An unknown aerial vehicle, traveling above the north end of the island. The soldiers all looked at each other. The leader of their group sent an encoded message to the science facilities to the south, all heavily guarded. "THIS IS OV-193, REPORT PRESENCE OF UFO IN AREA, CONFIRM IT'S OUR DRONE?" His camera buzzed, the message showing brightly. "NEGATORY." Sofya Refueling Station, Sofya Island, 11:19 AM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "This is Admiral Tolen of the Anhurian Joint Naval Command. You are ordered to surrender your garrison and assets on the island of Sofya. We are here to liberate the Hawkwick people from their oppression per Council Order 50,302." The radio message played on repeat as the members of the small Sofya garrison assembled in their mess hall. There were only about fifty of them, mostly young, conscripted men who had been drafted after the Blackwatch Invasion. They looked at each other with worried faces. They all knew what this meant. The Garrison leader, Sergeant Amanda Neuberg, sat in silence, biting her lip as the message repeated. She began to speak to the rest of the garrison. "Should we do it?" The whole mess hall nearly simultaneously raised their hands. She went on the open channel. "This is Garrison leader Neuberg, we surrender. We are going to assemble near the main dock, in the vehicle yard." She set it to repeat as she sat in silence. HNA Outpost Fisher, Hawkwickan-Anhurian Border, 11:30 AM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "They're going to be coming soon." The outpost commander was blunt in his delivery of the news. "Very soon. I expect them here by 1400 Hours." The intercoms throughout the outpost blared the commander's words. "We're going to defend this post. Until death, or worse. Assemble defense protocol C7." At the uttering of these words, yellow alarm lights, signifying impending danger, began turning on all over the base. The base's nineteen tanks were assembled in positions deemed the most fit, with the eight HT-20s lining the base as the remaining HT-151s readied their weapons in the heavy foliage surrounding the base. All along the border, other outposts followed their own procedures, setting up the best defense they could muster while they still could. They had been on high alert for weeks. But if news of the troop movements was true, that would not be enough. |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:23 PM Post #5 |
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12:01 Outpost Tyak, Eastern Face of Altana Mountains Low General Falon of the Army of the Glass Valley of the Ciano has been setting up his troops in a defensive position around his artillery mechs. Until this moment when he gave the signal to his troops. "Execute Operation: Rain" at that the 5 large four leged mechs their base had locked onto the nearest HNA base and started to slowly unleash part of thir arsenal. Simaltaneously several dozen outposts all along the eastern face of the mountain did the same, raining kinetic slugs down on the HNA border posts. General Falon opens a line of communication to the other Low Generals "Phase one comenced. I suggest in the morning we send in either a small Prowler dispatch or the White Ops." 12:30 Reach of the Guardians, 20 miles North of Sofya Admiral Tolen was looking throuhg the reports while at her office on the bridge of the ship. She opens a line of communication to the the frigates AOV Jalin and AOV Yulen. "Captian Juln, I want yours and Commander Unal's ships to dock at Sofya, I want you to detain the garrison and transport them to the closest NFA base." After that she cuts the line and opens a new line to the a small battlegroup. "Alright after the frigates dock I need you to secure the island, and take a detachment from the Engineering Consortium to build a base on the island." |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:24 PM Post #6 |
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1:00 Blackwatch Occupied Ostwind, General H.Q. Five men marched in unison, their hands locked on their rifles, their blackened helmets and gas masks on tightly in utter silence, like well oiled machines. Blood staining their battle armor scars of battle all about them, ahead of them walked a man with prominent figure, a man in officer's uniform, with scars of battle clearly new on him, a mechanical eye on his left eye socket. Aircraft began to fly overhead.. heavy bombers.. fast hitters.. transports... The ground around them a mixture of glass and concrete, most of the buildings were leveled aside from them were locked up camps, filled with captured military personnel and civilians, on the left side.. piles of dead bodies, men being lined up against a ruined wall. Blackwatch soldiers raising their guns and firing without order, doing their duties and thinning the prisoner population, continuing to pile the dead bodies in massive mounds. The men enter a large concrete area and begin to go underground, reaching a massive elevator and stopped, the officer turned to a camera and then turned back to a security console and places his hand on it, a knife retracts out and pricks his hand, a few drops of blood pour into the console and a loud beep was emitted, the officer took a step back and the elevator doors closed and they descended deeper and deeper down into the new compound, when the elevator stops and opens up a huge operational room was seen, a few hundred operators at each console. A large figure in the middle of the room, a high commanding officer, the black uniform turned red with blood. The officer turned to his escort and nods at them, they all break off and go back into the elevator he walks forward to the large figure and stops. "General.." The figure turns around, a pale face and red silted eyes are seen. "Yes?.." A feminine voice emits from the general and the officer slightly relaxes. "We have reports of Anhurian intervention into this conflict.. We need to entrench ourselves-" The general stares at him and shakes her head. "No..." "The Anhurians are focused to the north, we need to secure the territory around us and stop the Hawkwickians from flanking us... which was your job... in which you failed.." The man takes a step back. "M..Madam... I did the best I could there were just too many of them.. and we didn't expect them to-" A red-tinted spear implants deep into his chest, the general clenching the spear tightly, and the man looking up into the eyes of the general. "There are no excuses.." She rips her spear out of his chest, turning and grasping his head, slamming it into the console, she goes down and bites down into his neck, quickly tearing out a huge chunk of flesh, all the way to the spinal cord, even ripping parts of bone out and she spits it out, turning back to the console while men walk over and look down at the officer, who's blood was quickly pouring along with a small mix of spinal fluid. "Toss him out with the rest..." She opens up the console and begins to make orders to the troops that where being flanked, having them retreat back to a defensive position while tank columns and supersonic aircraft flanked around and hit the forces attempting to flank the invading Blackwatch forces, she lightly smiles, blood dripping down from her pale cheek. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1:12 NFA controlled waters, small Imperial transport vessel GIS Victoria There was silence aboard the ship, ten men stood shoulder to shoulder, waiting for orders while the ship's captain goes to hail a nearby NFA port. The old battered ship looked like it came some ways, it bore with it the Old Imperial Vandinium flag. "This is captain Odysseus of the Imperial Vandinium Navy aboard the GIS Victoria, requesting to dock, we have a Representative from His Imperial Majesty Fredrick Von Stien." |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:24 PM Post #7 |
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XWS Invariable, 88th CAAD Flagship, CIC. Eastern Luftberg Sea, north of Blackhorn. 12:43 PM. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// They had changed course once orders came in from The Bunker that intel on HARM and the NFA were priorities. A pair of unarmed stealth UAVs were now in the air, one examining southern Luftberg and the other peering into northern Blackhorn. Admiral Heiss couldn't tell if they had been located yet, but it was important they kept looking around. After all, it was critical that they knew what they were going to be allying with - or quite possibly fighting against. So far it seemed that HARM was better equipped than the NFA, but that was to be expected. The more they poked around, the more Heiss felt like they were going to be discovered. It was inevitable that they would be. Heiss knew that. But he felt increasing unease for a reason he couldn't explain. He ignored it and waited for some form of contact, either a message or engagement. |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:24 PM Post #8 |
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HNA Outpost Fisher, Hawkwickan-Anhurian Border, 1:19 PM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The first rod hit. Then the next, hitting a cluster of oil barrels and splattering ignited oil all over the outpost. The outpost was in chaos as the Anhurians began laying it to waste. The few survivors that had survived the initial bombardment ran either underground, or followed the tanks away from the base and into safety. At the impact of the last rod, nothing remained of the outpost but a smoldering wreck. The smoke could be seen for kilometers. The survivors glanced at each other. "We need to get out of here." One said, saying what they were all thinking. They all looked at the three intact vehicles they had. One HT-20. One Jeep. One ATV. They climbed on top and headed west, leaving an empty pile of rubble behind. NFA Metropolis Naval Outpost. 1:13 PM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The radio had startled the communications officer awake. Metropolis was never this loud. He yawned, and glanced at the radio. "Incoming transmission?" The officer asked himself as he pressed the playback button. "This is Captain Odysseus of the Imperial Vandinium Navy aboard the GIS Victoria, requesting to dock, we have a representative from His Imperial Majesty Fredrick Vonstieben." The officer didn't recognize the GIS prefix, but he reluctantly opened the frequency. If he fucked this up, he would be a dead man. One way or another. He leaned forward and spoke into the microphone. "This is NFA Metropolis, asking you to please dock at the southwest dock. And get ready for a long car ride." He wasn't wrong. Even at full speed, NFA Command in the Hlymrek Fortress was seven hours away by car, and their one helicopter had been transferred to Rokir to fight the Worker's Party. He called the Outpost commander to his location. Minutes later, seventeen soldiers in relatively standard gear were crowded around the southwest dock, waiting for the GIS Victoria's Arrival. A truck waited behind them, with a capacity of thirty men. They hoped it would be enough. HARM Command, Blackhorn West Compund, Blackhorn Island. 1:25 PM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Commander Matterhorn was looking over HNA positions on his map when General Haralda barged in, a look of desperation on his face. "Commander. The Anhurians-" Matterhorn was quick to interrupt. "What can bombing our enemies do to hurt us? My insider at Dominion command has told me all about it. We shouldn't worry until-" Haralda held up his hand as he caught his breath. "No, it's not just that. They...they're taking Sofya. Their commander Neuberg is surrendering, but she sent me news before she cut off all contact." Matterhorn sighed. "That's too close. Tell the Admirals I want the Straits of Blackhorn on total lockdown. If the Anhurians want a fight, it's a fight they'll get. Any other news?" The general nodded. "We spotted some drones taking pictures of both Blackhorn, and both Luftberg islands. Silhouette analysis suggests a Xelghastan design." Matterhorn glanced out of his window, at the primary Blackhorn airstrip. "Send two jets to shadow each drone, and a statement for them to state their business." Haralda followed Matterhorn's gaze. "Already done, we launched four unmanned jets some minutes ago from Blackhorn north, and a message. Blackhorn Commander Loki said it was standard procedure." Matterhorn scratched his scalp. "Alright. Tell Loki to notify me when he does this next time." |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:24 PM Post #9 |
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XWS Invariable, 88th CAAD Flagship, CIC. Eastern Luftberg Sea, north of Sofya. 1:27 PM. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Admiral Heiss frowned. The UAVs were being followed, returning to the fleet in an attempt to discourage their pursuers. A risky move, as it would give away their exact position, but they could sail away from their once the HARM jets were shot down if it came to that. A radio operator broke Heiss' concentration. "Admiral Heiss, sir, incoming transmission from HARM," the operator said. "They request that we state our business." "Then give it to them straight," Heiss ordered. "Tell them we're here to gather information about the military strength of each faction in order to decide who to ally with. Perhaps they won't mess with us then." "Yes, sir." The operator returned to his work. Heiss sighed. This could end very badly. |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:24 PM Post #10 |
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Speed of the Guardian, Gulf of Hawkwick Low Admiral Yunal, aboard the flagship the AOV Qual looks over the reports coming in from a relay satellite in orbit. "Well, it looks like Operation: Liberation is going well. I didn't expect them to secure Sofya so fast." He starts to type on a holographic keyboard on the arm of his chair on the bridge of the ship. After typing in a series of codes he opens up a communication to the nearest NFA communications relay. "This is Admiral Yunal, We are approaching the waters near Verschneitberg. We will be airlifting troops and supplies to your capital as soon as we are in position. Our factory ships are idle at the moment, if you forward a list of needed specific supplies we can most likely produce it. Oh, and our sister fleet, the Sword of the Guardians has been sent to aid your troops in Rorik. They should be there in roughly an hour." |
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