Bringing the Dominion to Easteros

[Mercantilist States]

Jerry Feldman and Rose Chancery sat in a coffee shop across the street from the Easteros Merchant Company Headquarters, a large skyscraper that dominated the East Jazzville skyline. It was their lunch break, and Feldman's attention, like usual, was on Chancery.

"Did you hear about the-" Feldman said when he noticed that she was no longer paying attention to him but looking up towards the top of the tower.

"Oh my God..." she said.

Feldman turned around to hear a huge explosion and see jets strafing across the sky and debris tumbling down from the building.

He was speechless.

[St Oz]

The Idovk took a hit from the Torpedo, It's hull was very damaged and it started to descend to the bottom with water leaking into everything. They sent out radio to check their position. Two AEGIS cruisers located the sound. The other Idovks with the fleets received word that the Second Idovk was hit and gaining water quickly. The ship had not exploded as of yet, The hull was heavily damaged with pressure levels increasing. The onboard computer sealed off the damaged area but the Submarine had gained too much water. It had to try and surface. Except when it was made to surface it only took a level course. They were doomed. 

The AEGIS cruiser launched it's Malafon ASW missile. The missile streamed in the night sky and at 10 km away a torpedo was released and propelled down onto the submarine. The Second AEGIS cruiser launched their Submarine Mortars in the area around the Submarine. While the two other Idovks cruised towards the Area. The missile made a large explosion in the water, shooting water up high and the mortars making large explosions in the area. It was silly of the Submarine to expose its position

[St Oz]

OOC: Well, didn't know, anyway Idovks can take a few torpedo hits but I let this one be a fatal hit. Just saying in future.

Some of the Staii fighters had Anti-Air missiles on their tails. The Ozians constantly trying to jam the missiles and keep it from directing itself to them. Though 3 had already dropped and crashed into the land. Another had it's wing clipped off and fell spiraling downward into a building. The other 11 after finishing their drop off, ran out. Taking two Staii with them as they left.

One of the Staii-7 pilots bailed out and started to float down. He crashed onto the land which contained the Fort. He slowly and carefully got up and released off the pins of the parashute. He was north of the fort by a kilometer. shit he thought.

He armed his IM-9 (Mp-5). He put a silencer on it and was keen to look for anyone that was patroling. Black smoke rose up everywhere and there were craters everywhere. He took a Hiding place inside the brush. 

[Mercantilist States]

The 8th fleet was firing at the incoming planes and they were dropping like flies.

"Scramble the fighters, scramble the God damned fighters," Captain Henry Enren of the MSS North Pass said, the newest Nimitz class carrier from the Allied States.

"Sir, the 9th fleet has scrambled their fighters and they will be here soon."

"What's left in Jena?"

"We lost more than half of the fighters, the AA, the newly installed mortars. Jena's fucked."

"God damn it..."

[Mercantilist States]

"Sir, the 4th Subcorps has reported position on an enemy fleet. They say it's Ozians."

"Ozians, what the fuck?" Wes Drake, captain of the battleship MSS Jazzo of the 9th fleet, said.

"Do we have their positions from the Subcorps?"

"Yes sir."

"Load the guns, let's see what these babies can do."

[St Oz]

Once the Ozian Staii were out of range they flipped around, going directly at the fighters pursuing them. They launched Air-to-Air missiles at the aircrafts coming their way. From the distance the 2nd Squadron returned launching their missiles as well. Once empty they Climbed up fast at Mach 2.

OOC: RP your damage I'll RP mine...

[St Oz]

The Ozian AEGIS cruisers launched more of their Malafon missles at the incoming submarines, even if they didn't hit directly they would make large explosions in the water. Their ASW mortars creating havoc around and walls of explosion to keep off the submarines. The AEGIS Cruisers and the rest of the fleet were traveling North, hard. When they made connection with the Second squadron the fleet stopped and let them land. The AEGIS Cruisers and Idovks launching everything they had to destroy and keep off the Submarines including Mines.

[Mercantilist States]

Secretary of Defense Jeff Crane and the rest of the War Staff rose to attention as Washington entered the War Room. It was the quickest Washington had made it there from his office in Crane's recollection.

"Give me something," he said as he took a seat at the head of the table.

"The 4th Subcorps and the 9th fleet are reporting that it's the Ozians; however we have determined its actually Ozian Privateers," Crane said.

Washington paused.

"Pirates?"

"Yes sir."

"Based out of where?" Washington asked angrily.

"Somewhere in Oz."

"Do we know where in Oz?"

"Not exactly..." Crane said.

"What the fuck? Find me a location and we are going to-"

"Sir, if I may-"

"What?!" Washington said. Crane had never seen Washington so upset before and had NEVER heard him use profanity.

"We can't attack an Ozian city, even if we do determine the location. I am sure the St. Oz government would view that as a declaration of war, we don't even have diplomatic relations with them right now."

Washington calmed down before he spoke. Crane had never spoken so frankly to the President before.

"You're right," Washington said, composed. "I didn't see any reports of any private naval build ups, besides the Easteros Merchant Company's."

"Neither did we," Crane said. "But they're there nonetheless. Probably armed in Ozian ports and looked like any other governmental naval build up."

Washington paused before slamming his fist on the desk.

"God damn it. What's the situation now?"

"Luckily the 9th fleet and 4th Subcorps were close to their position, so they are still hunting them," Crane said. "The 8th fleet is protecting what's left of Ft. Jena and East Jazzville and the 5th Subcorps is on its way. No word from Bayan, we fear it may be completely gone."

"Ok, you tell them to completely destroy that fleet. Chase it all the way to Ozian waters if they have to."

"Yes sir."

"Thank you gentlemen."

He looked like a man who had the weight of the world on his mind as he stood up and left the room.

[Mercantilist States]

To: Res'Shev
From: Office of the President

The Mercantilist States requests to establish an embassy in St. Oz and invite you to establish one in our capital city of Decartes.

Sincerely,

Anthony J. Washington
President of the Mercantilist States

[St Oz]

To: Office of the President of Mercantilist States
From: Res'shev

We the collective body of the Res'shev accept your offer and will put up a team of Ozian Ambassadors to head for Mercantilist States. It was hard to accept this offer since your country just seemed to pop up out of no where. Nevertheless, Send delegates anytime.

[Mercantilist States]

EAST JAZZVILLE ATTACKED
Bayan destroyed, Ft. Jena out of commission

DECARTES (Free Press) - The Mercantilist Dominion was the victim of a merciless attack from pirates yesterday. The MDF would not reveal the source or nationality of the pirates, but said that they were "on it."

Ft. Jena is believed to have been the primary target of the attack, however East Jazzville and Bayan were also hit. Bayan was completely destroyed and East Jazzville took heavy damage. Bayan and East Jazzville are an outpost and city under the administration of the Easteros Merchant Co.

"Our operations in Easteros will continue," said Manny Cartwright, spokesman from the Easteros Merchant Co. "We are only considering this a minor setback in our grander plans for the Easteros continent."

There are conflicting reports of the casualties, but it is believed to be close to 6,000 including civilian and military personnel.

Calls to the President's office were not immediately returned.

[Mercantilist States]

"Nathan, how are you?" Jimmy Irons said as he entered Nathan Temple's hospital room.

Temple had been in his top floor office when it was hit by the Ozian attack.

"Been better. I'll live, but the doctors don't know if I'll walk again. It's really a wonder I'm alive," he said. "I'm glad to see you made it out of Bayan, sorry to hear about your colleagues."

"Thanks."

"Please, take a seat and let's get to more business friendly topics," Temple said as he sat up in his hospital bed, lightening the mood. "What do you know about the natives in your area?"

"Well I'll admit, not much," Irons said as he took a seat next to the bed. "Our relationship with them has really been limited to them bringing us assorted goods, primarily furs, and us trading whatever interested them. Mainly tobacco; but they are also impressed by our knives. Other than that, we hadn't ventured much outside the outpost."

"What about their societal structure?"

"Not sure, but I think it's a very family oriented society. One of our regular natives, we call him Powha, brought his son with him once and his daughter another time, gorgeous girl. I think he's picked up a little bit of English too; well our corrupted slang version of it at least."

"Ok, I want you to recruit a team here and go back to where Bayan was and rebuild it. Take the Temple back; it's a nice little corvette," Temple said as he smiled referring to his namesake. "I'll see if I can't get the MDF to put some ships on patrol there too."

"Yes sir."

"Also, see if this Powha will take you back to his town and see what you can learn about their society. Some of our other people said the natives west of here were fighting a war with ones to the north, which could be yours. Keep a lookout for that; see if you can discern the cause."

[Mercantilist States]

Jimmy Irons had arrived at the beach where Bayan had used to be days earlier and he and his crew were rebuilding.

A New Bayan will rise, he thought to himself as he shoveled debris onto a transport truck.

"Irons, your native pal is here looking for you," Walker Collison yelled to him from across the outpost.

Iron turned to see Powha, the Indian chief.

"Hel-lo Jimm-ie" he said in broken english and shook Irons' hand, the practice he had picked up from Irons.

"Hello Powha." Irons said.

Powha said something he could not comprehend and pointed to the debris. Irons was clearly confused.

"I don't understand," Irons said.

Powha made a shoveling motion.

"Halp?"

"You want to help us," Irons made a shoveling motion. "Clean up?"

"Yas. More halp," Powha said as he pointed towards the forest line to some of his companions.

"You all want to help?" Irons asked pointing to the natives at the tree line.

Powha shook his head up and down.

"Sure," Irons said with a smile and motioned the natives in the distance to come help them.