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| Finn 1939 | Nov 2 2009, 04:53 PM Post #71 |
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Major General Carleton On board the HMS Ocean 0520 hours The sirens were blaring all around Carleton, and the lights were giving an annoying pulsing red glow over his maps. Regardless of the air-raid, Carleton still had to finalize his invasion plans. As soon as the invasion could take place, the sooner they would be off these ships, and the less chance there was of them dying before they even stepped foot on the Falklands. He tried to concentrate as sailors were running all about him. Only Colonel Sanders was with him "We have had the reports from the Pathfinders. Seems the defenses around San Carlos are quite heavy" said Sanders, throwing some documents down for Carleton to read. "Blast" replied Carleton. Still, it wasn't much of a shock to him. After 1982 it was only natural for the Argies to properly defend the place this time round. That was why he had planned a second assault up at Foul Bay. He got on the phone to the Pathfinders: "I need you to get a team to Foul Bay and set up an OP. We need a report on number of enemies, strength of defenses, bla bla bla. You know the drill. Understood?" "yes sir" came the reply. No questions. "And another thing. We have got an informant near Goose Green. Its next on our list of objectives once we land and he could provide some valuable intel. We need you to get another team to link up with him South-West of the settlement, get the intel and then set up another OP over the town. Colonel Sanders will brief you further. Got that?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Good" Edited by Finn 1939, Nov 2 2009, 04:58 PM.
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| PathfinderGold | Nov 2 2009, 07:23 PM Post #72 |
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Captain Jones Pathfinder Platoon Foul Bay, Falkland Islands ---------------------------------------------------- The four pathfinders jumped off the Gemini inflatable boat and began dragging it up onto the beach, and into the rocky outcrop just next to it. They had purposefully chosen this spot to land so that they would have plenty of cover where the beach met the rocky coast, and also somewhere to hide the boat. They deflated it and buried it, the engine sealed in a plastic bag. Captain Jones turned to his team. "Right lets move out. Diamond formation," he hissed. "I'll take point, Moran your tail-end charlie. Everyone keep tight, 5 metre spread and watch your sectors. Let's go." They started off, their backs straining under the extreme weight of the Bergens that they were wearing, which had enough food, equipment and ammunition for two weeks in the field. They’d packed IR strobes for target designation and for rescue if need be. Laser Designator for air strikes. Spades and some camo netting to make an OP with, along with every other bit of equipment they might need for the mission. Not to mention all the ammunition each man carried for his personal weapon. Jones was the point man, carrying the SA80 LSW, which at the moment was equipped with a CWS night sight. Sgt. Moran was carrying the Accuracy International AW50 sniper rifle, an anti-material .50 BMG rifle that was useful for taking out infantry in cover and did some damage to armored vehicles. Cpl. Thompson was carrying the ‘Gimpy’, the big 7.62 GPMG that spat our rounds at a ferocious rate. It would come in handy if fire suppression was needed on this mission. Finally was Sgt. Richmond, carrying an SA80 AG36 meaning it was equipped with the 40mm UGL and also as the trained demolitionist he carried the I-LAW. They were ready for anything. They advanced up the slight slope slowly, watching out for any enemy patrols by the bay. They were heading for the hill overlooking the bay from the north, where they could observe any enemy defences that got brought to the beach. Anything that could hinder the second landing at Foul Bay had to be observed, and if required by command, had to be destroyed. They had a brief scare moment when they thought that there was a scout plane overhead and they all dropped to the deck. It turned out to be one of the Argentine C-130 transport planes, heading to East Falkland from West. They reached the top of the hill and began making the OP. They dug out a bunker in the earth, about shin deep, with space for two to lie at the front keep watch and space for two to get their heads down at the back. Then they laid camo netting over the top, pegged at the corners by sticks and with the grass from the surroundings laid over the top, so that it didn’t stick out at all. Then when it was finished, they all got underneath the netting just as the sun was beginning to rise. |
It's better to live one day as a Tiger, than a thousand years as a sheep- Frank Collins, Ex-22nd SAS Regiment.
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| Andcus | Nov 2 2009, 07:47 PM Post #73 |
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Announcement: Im sorry to inform that i will be leaving the game. Basically life is getting in the way and i havent got the time for some proper rping until sometime in in the ending of the month. And i wouldnt feel right if i only stayed in this game to make half-assed atempts ruining it for the rest of you. So, cya |
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| PathfinderGold | Nov 2 2009, 09:54 PM Post #74 |
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General Asher Prince of Wales Ops Room ----------------------------- The Admiral and General nodded at eachother, their professionalism taking over. de Chabot straightened his uniform and walked towards the comms away from Asher. He knew his place in this situation and went to listen to the comms, making room for the admiral. From what he could understand was no clear amount of planes yet, but their mission was clear. "This is the Prince to all naval elements. Scramble all fighters, I repeat, scramble all fighters," de Chabot instructed and then turned to Asher. "The Argentines will be in missile range before we can get a large force of aircraft into the air. General we are going to have to rely on the ships own point defenses, for the moment." "Very well. This is your arena, do what you feel is right," conceded Asher. de Chabot just nodded and continued. “Weapons, this is bridge. Bring CIWS online and signal the Normandie and Bretagne to position themselves on each side of ourselves and the Charles de Gaulle. Turn into the wind and get those planes in the air as fast as possible! I want a clear communications line with the Absalon as quickly as possible," he instructed. de Chabot walked back towards Asher and spoke quietly so no one would hear, these scything words. "I would find an invasion site really quick if I were you. This won’t be their only attack and id fell better if my maneuvering options were widened." Asher just nodded reluctantly, as the Radar started calling out targets. "We have 4 Flanker-Cs, 16 Pucaras, 8 Fulcrums and 4 Mirage's. We cannot identify which planes are carrying the Exocets at this time, they're all carrying missiles under the wings." The Chief Weapons Officer, turned to de Chabot. "Are we cleared to launch the AA missiles once they are in range sir?" de Chabot didn't say anything he just nodded. "120km. They're in range of the Aster's on the FREMM's now sir." "No, wait, with this weather the Aster's won't be accurate enough," de Chabot insisted. "We wait until they launch their exocets." "But sir-" "No buts! You wait for my command!" The radar blips got closer and then they heard the fatal words. "We have incoming Vampires!" Shit!, Asher was worried now. Floating on a heap of metal with missiles heading towards him. "Bogies now 85km. Vampires 60km and closing," informed the radar officer. "Get everyone's CWIS ready and locked, make sure each ship has its target designation. Get chaff ready to launch from the frigates and the troop carriers ready to perform evasive maneuvers. We have got to be ready men," de Chabot was now visibly sweating but he remained calm. "When the Vampires get to 40km we fire all SAM's at the Bogeys. Then the fleet breaks and CWIS will fend off the Vampires. Lets go men!" "Vampires at 50KM , and bogeys gaining altitude. Some must be carrying bombs or are going for strafing runs." "Keep calm..." de Chabot was in his element now. "Vampires at 45 KM..." "Hold..." "40KM!" de Chabot's eyes lit up. "All units weapons free!" With that all 5 Frigates let loose all their SAM's at the incoming attack planes. As soon as they were off, the ships began evasive turning, trying to send the incoming Vampires off target. Then the two destroyers engaged with their own SAM's, adding to the tremendous volley of rockets. The sky lit up with the streaking darts, all trying to beat each other to their targets. "Enemy bogeys breaking trying to evade our SAM's, dont worry we still have 80% of missiles locked on. Vampires are now down to 20KM." "All ships make new evasive maneuvers, ready to release chaff," de Chabot shouted down the comms. The CWIS on the ships had an effective range of around 4KM, where they would be accurate, but could engage at longer distances with less accuracy. Once they had eliminated the missiles they could with the CWIS, then it would be down to the chaff to try and confuse the heat seaking warheads of any remaining missiles. The real dangers were posed if any of the missiles launched had been Exocets. The radar was trying to identify them. "We have around 6 exocets, though we can't be sure. They are split equally, three heading for the de Gaulle and the other three... they're heading straight for us," the radar operator listed. "Ok new plan, we're going to try breaking from the fleet South, in between the Bismarck and the Daring to our starboard. If we're quick enough and we release Chaff at the right moment, those exocets will be so confused, they'll end up not knowing where to go with all those extra targets. Move now." The ship began heading at max speed for the gap between Bismarck and Daring, at full speed hoping they hadn't left it too late now. "Vampires at 10KM" "All ships are to engage at 5KM. Stop. Engage at 4KM. Then launch chaff and break," ordered de Chabot. "9KM!" de Chabot turned to the XO of the ship. "Are we going to make it to the gap in time?" "We should do, but we might have to launch the Chaff later than everyone else," he replied in a worried tone. "As long as we release it, we'll be fine," the Admiral replied firmly. "6KM" The next few seconds seemed to take forever to pass and then as soon as the radar officer called it out time sped up so quickly it felt like they were in a time warp. "5KM. All ships engage with CIWS." The roar of the CIWS on every ship made a sound like a dragon roaring, protecting the ship from the missiles. Then it stopped. "Reloading. Vampires Down to half strength.... 4KM! Engaging!" The CIWS roared again and the gatling gun style weapons unleashed hell on the missiles, unloading all their rounds in their ammunition drums. "Thats it. 3 KM firing chaff. Sir, we're still a few seconds away from the gap. Do we fire the chaff?" "No! We need to be in that gap!" "2.5KM, we're still 5 seconds from the gap. We must fire it!" "WAIT! You will wait for my command!" The defensive systems operator was nearly shaking now. "2KM!" "WAIT!" "1.5KM... we're in the gap!" "FIRE THE CHAFF!" Before de Chabot had finished saying fire, the operator unleashed the chaff and all around the ship the cloud of chaff covered it from view. The warheads inside the exocets were going crazy now. First they had 1 target and then at this crucial moment they had hundreds of targets caused by all 3 sets of chaff and the confused heat signal with the 3 ships so close together. They began to veer off course. SCHOOOM! The whoosh off the missiles just missing the ship echoed through the ops room, while everyone held their breath. Then the horrible reverberating sounds of explosions, but no vibration from the impact. de Chabot tensed. "Which ships did those hit... god damn check all the ships for damage. Radio check now!" A few seconds later the reports came back. "Sir, the de Gaulle's escorts' CWIS destroyed all 3 exocets. The Italian Frigate, Euro took minor damage from a small missile strike on the stern but no serious damage." "The Absalon?" "Took a hit to its radar from a missile, its radar is offline." "Shit. What about Largs Bay and Lyme Bay?" "Both fine, they were far enough back that no missiles got close." "Psara and Bretagne?" "Both fine, except for shrapnel damage. They both engaged Vampires closer than 4KM and the shrapnel, ripped into some equipment but no fatal damage." "Albion and Ocean?" "Without a scratch, although some Paras and Marines on deck caught some shrapnel and burn wounds." "Mistral and Castilla?" "Fine again. Those missiles most of the planes fired were slow and got caught by our defence systems." "Defender and Daring?" "Defender is fine, its SAM's also intercepted alot of missiles rather than taking out the planes. Probably saved some of the troop carriers... The Daring is not responding, sir." "Not responding..." "Neither is the Monerre, sir." "Well can't we get a visual on them?" "Chaff is still clouding our vision and our radar isn't working, we think its sustained damage." de Chabot was lost for words, until a man came storming through the door. He wore the uniform of a lookout and was shaking, covered in remains of chaff. "Admiral... It's the Tonerre... It's... It's gone!" de Chabot rushed over to him and clutched him by the shoulders "The Daring? What about the Daring boy?" "Split... split in two. An exocet hit just below the bridge and 3 other missiles hit the bow." The Admiral began to shake, with a mix of anger and shock. He tried to compose himself but when he spoke his voice was shaky. "Get a message to Air Marshal-" Asher stopped him abruptly. "No Admiral. Those were my men on the Tonerre and the Daring. This is personal," he said, turning to the air search radar operator. "Where are the Argentine aircraft now?" "Fleeing. We took out about a third of them but they're fleeing back to Falklands." "Admiral, I am taking control. Any objections? The Admiral just nodded, respecting the General's choice. Asher strode over to the console and grabbed the comm's which linked him to the Air Marshal. "Hammond this is Asher. Now you listen to me. Every single one of your planes is going to pursue the remaining aircraft. Not a single one will be allowed to land on Argentine soil do you understand me? Every single one must be taken out. None are to be left alive! No questions. Those are your orders. Execute them." His men were dead... His ships had been sunk and the Argies were going to pay. A line from a poem ran through his head. Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori What a lie that was... |
It's better to live one day as a Tiger, than a thousand years as a sheep- Frank Collins, Ex-22nd SAS Regiment.
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| Finn 1939 | Nov 3 2009, 03:48 PM Post #75 |
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^^Nice post Major General Carleton On board the HMS Ocean 0535 hours The thunder of explosions and whoosh of rockets echoed around the narrow corridors. Carleton had finally put away his maps and was sitting in the corner quietly, hoping it wasn't his boat that would be hit. That was when he heard the news. A young sailor ran into his room, breathing hard and clearly worried- who wouldn't be, they had just come under a full missile assault. "Sir, the HMS Ocean has been struck and is going down fast. The Tonnerre......" "What?" "Sir..." he took another breath. "Sir, the Tonnerre has suffered very serious damage. Survivors seem unlikely......." Carleton and Colonel Sanders looked at each other, a shocked expression on their faces. "Shit" muttered Sanders. Flight Lieutenant Anderson On route to the HMS Daring 0540 hours The blades on the Merlin whirred above him as they steadily made their way to the HMS Daring from the HMS Ocean. He could see the flames and smoke from miles away. All around him other choppers of all shapes and sizes were flying around, on route to the Tonnerre and the Daring to pick up any survivors. "ETA 40 seconds!!!" They had received radio contact from 3 Merlin's and 2 Lynx's that were lucky enough to have taken off from the Tonnerre before it was hit. A Lynx had also managed to take off from the HMS Daring There were 310 sailors on the Tonnerre. 310. It was a bloody miracle that there was no troops on board. But they had to focus on the Daring- there were 195 sailors on that ship, and they had some chance of rescue. They approached the smoking carcass of the ship. Choppers were already buzzing around, trying to pick men up, and Anderson could see men on the decks, many of them wounded or dead- he couldn't quite tell. He lowered the Merlin. "Steady......steady!!!" It was a tricky procedure. They had to do it almost blinded by the thick smoke, while not slamming into the ship or any of the other rescue copters. The sailors on the deck were helping him navigate, although they occasionally disappeared behind the thick clouds. "Nearly there!!!" There was a small thud "Now, lower the ramp!!" screamed Anderson at the two guys in the back. The smoke poured in as the ramp open, causing everyone to start coughing and spluttering, stinging Anderson's eyes as he tried to keep the Merlin steady. The two Flight Sergent's at the back started helping people on board- many with severe burns and all were covered in black smog. The agonized screams of one wounded man, facial burns making his features barley recognizable seemed to drown out all the other noise. It must be hell below the decks thought Anderson to himself. The Flight Sergeants gave the all clear when about 30 sailors, a third of whom were wounded, were aboard. The chopper just lifted off when another small explosion towards the back of the ship was heard. There was still plenty of sailors waiting to be rescued, and Anderson suspected he would have to make a second trip back To make matters worse, the ship was going down fast. As he started to head back to the HMS Ocean he spotted sailors braving the rough waters to escape the fires. A Lynx was desperatly trying to pick them up before they drowned in the freezing cold seas. It was quite a choice- die in the flames or die in the water. Anderson looked`away, the burnt sailors screams in the back of the chopper slowly started to go quieter. He couldn't think about the ship now, he just had to conenctrate on getting the wounded safely back. Edited by Finn 1939, Nov 3 2009, 05:38 PM.
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| CipherTheCommadant | Nov 3 2009, 05:14 PM Post #76 |
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Air Marshal Hammond Onboard the Albion "Yes Asher.Trust me,the Argies will be no more." All hell will broke loose. Hammond was angered with the sinking of 2 ships.The Tonnere and Daring went to the bottom and he could do nothing about it.He ordered all fighters to intercept and destroy everything Argentine on the skies. 1-3:All Argentine planes were blasted out of the sky,with only a JSF damaged. 4-7:All Argie bogeys were shot down,with a Rafale damaged and 1 JSF show down. 8-10;All Argentine bogeys were shot down,with 2 Rafales and 1 JSF destroyed. You rolled a: 4! |
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| CipherTheCommadant | Nov 3 2009, 05:20 PM Post #77 |
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2 hours later Air Marshal Hammond HMS Albion After the fight 2 hours ago,it was raining heavily.Raining and raining,with 2 warships and a JSF lost.The Argies murdered them. But a new day has risen,and all Arghentine war planes are blatsed out of the skies above the fleet.The Europeans ruled the skies. All planes were cleared to land.However the planes that took off after the battle will fly CAP's over the fleet and the ones low on fuel will land. Hammond was still angry about teh Argies.At least,now things will go around and invasions will begin.This time,the British and Greek Apaches will exterminate all Argentine armored oposition when invasions will begin. He went to inform the General about the sucess. Edited by CipherTheCommadant, Nov 3 2009, 09:27 PM.
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| Finn 1939 | Nov 3 2009, 05:33 PM Post #78 |
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^^Very risk free roll Lets say a couple of planes escaped, just the vast majority were shot down. At this rate we could gain air-superiority in a day, when in 1982 neither side gained full air-superiority over the whole 83 days of conflict History lesson over
Edited by Finn 1939, Nov 3 2009, 05:36 PM.
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| PathfinderGold | Nov 3 2009, 05:49 PM Post #79 |
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Captain Jones Pathfinder Platoon Foul Bay, Falkland Islands ---------------------------------------------------- The sky on the horizon was stained with smoke and flames. Although the attack on the fleet had happened many miles away at sea, the pathfinders had seen it all through their binoculars. Which sometimes they had not even needed as the missiles exploded in the air and sometimes against the ships. There had been two particularly large explosions around the fleet, and while they could not identify the cause, they all had a morbid feeling that something was very wrong. They had seen the mass of Argentine ground attack aircraft flee from the scene, only to be pursued by the Task Force's own aircraft. They had lost sight of them some time ago, but now they saw the aircraft returning to fleet. Some landing on the carriers, others staying over as protection. "Richmond, pass me the radio," Jones said, rolling over onto his side in the OP. "There you go boss," said Sgt. Richmond, handing him the radio. Cpt. Jones dialled in the frequency and then picked up the handset. "Ocean, this is Razor 1. Come in, Over." There was a pause and more stactic followed by the familiar voice of the Major General. "Razor 1, this is Ocean. I hear you Lima Charlie. Go ahead, over." "Ocean, we had eyes on a contact at your location. Can you confirm nature of contact? Over." "Roger that Razor 1. We were attacked by 30 plus argentine attack planes. We have taken two ship casualties. HMS Daring and the Tonnerre both have been completely destroyed. We have in excess of 500 persons unnacounted for. We reckon between 300 and 400 of those are KIA. You copy those numbers Razor? Over." The words caught in Jones' throat for a few seconds before he responded. "Yeah I copy those Ocean. Is our mission still the same? Over." "Changed slightly. Due to naval losses, we'll be landing at Foul Bay by helo's. So you're mainly looking out for anything that could hinder those landings. You copy? Over." "Solid copy on all, Ocean. Razor 1 out." |
It's better to live one day as a Tiger, than a thousand years as a sheep- Frank Collins, Ex-22nd SAS Regiment.
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| CipherTheCommadant | Nov 3 2009, 08:15 PM Post #80 |
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There were about 70 European fighters in the air,facing 32 Argentine planes ,most of which were ground attack planes and old,obsolete fighters with only 4 hi-tech ones.I think it makes sense,right? Edited by CipherTheCommadant, Nov 3 2009, 08:17 PM.
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