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Re: Intercontinental Arms Race: Winter 1945 (Strategy Phase)
« Reply #7395 on: October 14, 2018, 09:52:00 pm »

It's the exact same effect. You're splitting hairs at this point.

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Re: Intercontinental Arms Race: Winter 1945 (Strategy Phase)
« Reply #7396 on: October 15, 2018, 07:51:40 pm »

at this point maybe it should be 8 of each lol
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Re: Intercontinental Arms Race: Winter 1945 Continued Soon
« Reply #7397 on: January 10, 2019, 04:19:32 am »

Battle Report 31: Winter 1945

New Equipment:

The Forenians have made another attempt at reclaiming the air with the UFAF-F-45 'Hayat', a miniaturized jet in the style of the Cannalan Lancer, but based on the VVF Fighter. It has a single engine to the VVF's two, with the same rudder-through-exhaust configuration, finally burning a more stable gasoline/kerosene blend with full afterburning capabilities. Like the Lancer, it carries little fuel and ammo. However, it does have a single half-ton hardpoint capable of carrying a slightly modified weapon, the upper stage only of a Noose Ground-Air-Missile. For their revision they've made a modification to the Firecracker cluster bomb, called the UF-MAD-45 'Pegleg', which carries mines instead of bombs. It comes in an anti-infantry version, dispersing a large number of small mines which are stabilized by parachutes, and an anti-tank version carrying only a single mine.

The Cannalans are trying to press their air advantage with another missile-armed fighter, the medium-sized M1945 'Dragoon' Frontline Air Superiority Fighter (A-8), which is a two-engine fighter with a layout inspired by the Lancer, including the front canards which are still a point of some aerodynamic issues including unexpected stalls at certain angles where they disrupt the main wing. It's very well equipped with radar, two can perforators, two quarter-ton hardpoints and a half-ton hardpoint. For their revision they've made the M4A3 Fighting Bull, which is a revision which brings the improvements from the failed M4A2 to the M4A3's engine, removing the titanium cost and making it cheaper.

This turn, Cannala has also used their expense credit for the Vengeful Charlotte bomber, making it cheap for the season.

The Forenian Army currently has the following equipment, not including legacy equipment which can be found near the OP:
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Re: Intercontinental Arms Race: Winter 1945 (Strategy Phase)
« Reply #7398 on: January 10, 2019, 04:19:50 am »

The Cannalan army currently has the following equipment, not including legacy equipment which can be found near the OP:
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Re: Intercontinental Arms Race: Winter 1945 (Strategy Phase)
« Reply #7399 on: January 10, 2019, 04:20:14 am »

The War This Turn:
This season, both sides are pushing the north as usual- there will be a battle for the desert which could decide the outcome of the war if Forenia loses their oil there. The Cannalans are making an attempt at the nuclear material in Vlanlados again, while the Forenians are trying to push the Cannalans out of their homeland's jungle region.

The Battle at Sea
General Cortez, for perhaps the thousandth time, straightened his coat and looked out from the bridge of his ship over the seas. Tereshkova Island was on the horizon, his ultimate goal was to capture Tereshkova, but she had eluded him again and again. He watched for the island's namesake, the Witch, as well. In a way, he mused, she had already won. Even as the Forenians vexed the Cannalan navy (which was objectively superior of course, with better ships crewed by saltier sailors, for none are saltier than Cannalans) using their submarines, the Cannalan engineers had apparently decided that the way to fight back wasn't by improving the navy, but their aircraft. That was always Tereshkova's game. Increasingly the firepower of Cortez' own fleet was measured in carriers, planes and 'pteros. Cortez would never name a carrier as his flagship, however. He loved his Victoria, but moreover, he just didn't connect with pilots the way he did with sailors. He hadn't worked up to admiralcy through every position on a ship from the bilge to command, seen the world turn from wood and sails to steel and steam, just to end up having to forget most of it and figure out flying instead. Also, he rode in a Man'o'War once when his ship was in drydock and it made him very, very sick. Tragically, a lifetime of sea legs had done nothing to prepare him for air travel. So he stood considering that for now, and the forseeable future, he would not be the one to single-handedly turn the tide of the war with massive ships and cannons the way his forebears had. Even his own personal defense from enemy sea vessels depended somewhat on 'pteros trying to spot submarines. He would have to simply play his part and hope the men on the ground and in the air would earn Cannala victory: but whether victory or defeat, it would not be his.

Tereshkova was equally unwell. She sat in her pilot seat on patrol, which was always where she did her best thinking. She tried a few quick corkscrews in her new Hayat. It worked quite well. This, however, frustrated her. It was no secret that the Hayat borrowed some ideas from the Cannalan Lancer. The notion that the Forenian Air Force might need to borrow ideas from Cannala was disturbing. The new Hayats were already doing well, sure, but on the margin of Forenia's extra pilot training. Then there were the new Cannalan planes, now the Cannalans had a good measure of dogfighting as well as intercepting power. Several Icebergs had been downed in the last month or so by the new planes, and besides that, though Tereshkova welcomed the challenge of better competition from the Cannalans at first, it had cost her dearly. Many of her wing-women were new faces, and some old friends had funerals with an empty casket. She did a few more turns. As much as she liked her Hayat, she might have to stick to a VVF, she thought. The bombers will need enduring aircraft as escorts now that the Cannalans were intercepting them with the new "Dragoon" planes. It's unfortunate that their half-Noose missiles only come on Hayats, because they're lacking in flight range and mostly used close to an airstrip or carrier.

The situation at sea is neutral.

The Battle for West Forenia
Attacking: Forenia

"Railroad to victory, they said!" Private Dharoud shouted at this squad. "What?" One shouted back. Their voices were drowned out by Cannalan 'pteros. That was what all the posters back in Moskurg City said. It was even what the conductor on the train to West Forenia said. Come to think of it, he knew better. How many times had that conductor brought trains of soldiers to the west side of the continent to fight Cannalans who were already in the Forenian homeland? Railroad to victory! What a crock of shit. What an Arstotzkan promise. He could hear the radio officer demanding support. The man was shouting into the handset: "Can we get more AA here? And what are those jets even doing?" He listened a few moments and the look on his face said he didn't like what he heard. "Bad news! The only way we're keeping the canners out of this area is shelling it. They're going to drop rockets, then mines. Fall back!" "If we ever get home, I'm starting a riot over this!" "Me too, Private! Me too!"

Forenia fails to take back their western jungle. [Cannala 2/2, Forenia 0/2]

The battle for Vlanlados
Attacking: Cannala

Admiral Lopez stood in the command room of his Santos carrier and  watched the green blips on his radar which represented his comrades in 'pteros advance towards the green blocky mass which represented Vlanlados. "Hook's asking for orders, sir." One of Lopez' radio operators offered his headset. Lopez liked to speak directly to his soldiers when he had the opportunity. He took the headset. "Hook, this is King Whale, go ahead and repeat that." "Hook-2 here, visibility is awful. The fog's a lot worse than we expected, can't see the mountains or trees or LZ or anything." "Understood. We don't see any hostile aircraft near you so go ahead and have your Chupacabras switch to ground radar and follow them closely. They'll get you to the other side of the mountains ahead." Simple problems, simple answers, Lopez thought to himself. Those eggheads built the best damned radar in the archipelago and now Vlanlados' hostile weather was no match for the 'Ptero Privateers. Soon they would be down on the ground to neutralize the shore defenses for the full invasion. "Hook-3 here, you sure you don't have any aircraft on the scope King Whale? I thought I saw something move fast on my radar here." "Negative Hook, still quiet. Probably a bird again." There was an incident just a short time ago about a supposed object which was giant and fast-moving but only visible to radar. It turned out to be a bird in close proximity. The papers still run stories about 'Isaac's Object'. Lopez watched the blips on his screen advance for a few more seconds. "WOAH! Just saw a missile go past, everybody get low!" The neat V formation on the screen broke up as they moved to evade. "Hook-3 is hit, mayday!" A blip disappeared. Then another. "Hook to Cutlass, turn back it's a shit show up here!" "Guys, I still can't see!" "King Whale to all 'pteros, I'm calling this off! Enemy has ground-air missiles on site! Reduce altitude and retreat!"

Forenia continues to control Vlanlados.

The Battle for the Tereshkova Desert
Attacking: Both

Colonel Garcia took some time to admire the look of the desert at night. Pale blue light on orange sand. Clear stars. And it all looked so much better through his light-enhancing Torch night vision scope, mounted on a Fighting Bull tank. With it he could see a tiny lizard crawling across the dunes, and further away, but equally small, cowardly and covered with scales: Forenians, illuminated in the firelight of burning natural gas atop oil derricks. And near them, but hiding in complete darkness -but not so complete that the Torch could not reveal them- were Garlic APCs, rocket artillery, Bjorn tanks, and all manner of soldiers. The Bjorns were the biggest problem. Garcia counted them, had his spotter count them again, and for good measure, turned around and counted his own tanks. In theory he knew how many he had, but some part of his mind refused to be optimistic without double and triple checking every inch of the plan, after being defeated here before. Sure enough, they had the Forenian armor well outnumbered. He didn't dare touch the radio -even encrypted communication would likely put the enemy on guard at this time of night- but he had ordered the tank crews to clear their dust filters after coming to a halt. It wasn't difficult work, but it would be a few minutes. Soldiers told hushed jokes to one another, stretched, and drank a little rum that was allowed to them to relieve the tension of idleness. One by one, the tank commanders raised flags to signal their readiness.

After a time he looked at his pocket watch: On the face of the clock, about an hour before dawn. Inside the lid, a picture of his wife. He closed the pocket watch. He asked his radio operator to give him the radio. "Everyone listen! Even you, Forenians!" It wasn't practical to synchronize hundreds of radios that were in a regiment for encryption anyway. "We've come far to get here, and we're going further still. Tonight is the battle that will bring us all the way to the Forenian capitol! Tonight is the battle that will make Tereshkova ours! Steel yourselves, because we will give no quarter, and ask none!" A bit cliche, perhaps, but he thought he delivered it well anyway. "All Firebrands, fire!" The attack began with artillery shelling, and at the same time tanks led the charge, meeting the Forenians head on and flanking as well due to their numbers. The Torch scopes were made for this moment: The clarity of the desert under the night sky meant that artillery could easily adjust their fire, while the Forenian artillerymen had to guess whether their rounds had fallen short or too far. Hornet rockets sought out their targets, spotters unseen by Forenian snipers. Tiger Armor soldiers manned machine gun posts, but were easy marks for Cannalan snipers using the Torches. Then the Barracude missiles came in, fired from offshore. One struck giant oil reservoir- what a hit! Garcia watched in awe as a plume of flame higher than any building he had seen rose into the night sky, casting light for a hundred feet around.

The Forenian counterattack didn't really get their act together until dawn, but when they did, it was fierce. Swaths of desert were haphazardly covered in mines by air, but fortunately, the ones which could stop tanks were few and far between. The fighting in the skies looked fierce, air support was unreliable at best 'pteros were killed in droves. Still, when the fighting finally settled down, Cannalan flags stood in the wreckage of the oil fields. It has cost of most of their men. Garcia himself was bleeding from some piece of shrapnel... but they'd won.

Cannala advances [Cannala 2/4, Forenia 2/4] Forenia has lost the oil in East Tereshkova!


Events outside the War:

The Outside World:

The aftermath of the war in Europe is settling. Germany is divided into four military occupation zones, to prevent it from rising again: three controlled by the US, Britain, and France, and the largest east section controlled by Russia, as a temporary measure until Russia and Poland sign a final peace treaty. Mass deportation of Germans from formerly occupied countries begins as well. Winston Churchill loses the election for British Prime Minister to Clement Attlee, of the Labour party. The victorious nations in Europe demand Japan's unconditional surrender, then the US follows up dropping leaflets in Aomori warning citizens to evacuate, before firebombing the city two days later. Then, the atomic bombs drop: First on Hiroshima, then Nagasaki. The world is in shock at the power of the atomic bomb. Despite this, Japan is still reluctant to surrender: Emperor Hirohito agrees to the Allies' terms, but his announcement has to be smuggled out of the palace, and the citizens of Japan are given only a cryptic radio broadcast, the meaning of which isn't immediately obvious. In fact, it's not until the beginning of September that the last Japanese general surrenders in the Philippines. The United Nations begins to form, and discussions begin of the formation of Israel, a state for the Jewish people to live in the middle east.

Local Events:
The Forenian congress is divided evenly on the topic of nationalization, with no end of debate in sight and minister turnover rates due to injury being measured in hours. Many ministers are recognized better by their uniquely painted armor than their faces. Stalin isn't happy, of course, so letters are sent to Russia saying that the various districts of Forenia will be nationalized one at a time, and it will begin as soon as the paperwork is completed. First it must be established what order the businesses in each district will be nationalized, and in what order- whether alphabetically by name, or by date of incorporation, or geographical location. Then the business to be nationalize needs to have its assets audited so that they can be accounted for when under government control. Then the company must be assigned to a ministry approved by the current owner or owners, the Ministry of Nationalization, and 51% of Parliament (abstaining votes count against). This is finally passed to the Approval Ministry. If at some point along the line the process stops, it will simply have to start over until suitable leadership and a suitable ministerial plan for the company can be found. The pro-nationalization ministers are sort-of placated with the assurance that nationalization is happening, and the anti-nationalization ministers can rest assured that any businesses they care about will, at the current pace, be nationalized some time after their grandchildren die. In practice, only a couple of Arstotzkan businesses whose owners were strongly pro-communism have been nationalized, including Potemkin's Great Looking "Meat" Sausages, one of Arstotzka's first chain foodstands. For the most part, auditors drive around the country making a vacation of their time and occasionally exporting businesses out of a free meal under the threat of seizing their assets.  This has nearly dominated local politics and rioting alike, until news arrived of the loss of the oil fields in Tereshkova. It's well known that the Forenian Air Force burns oil relentlessly, and many, many planes will be grounded as a result. The loss of resources makes defeat seem nearly certain. Citizens have been distracting themselves from the anxiety by buying up Rafaat Al-Hayim's new book, "Wands Race 2", in droves, despite nearly having blood in the streets over the end of the previous book. Hayim is quoted as saying that its change of setting, to a place outside Forenia, was made for his own physical safety.

In Cannala, citizens are aghast over the atomic bombings in Japan. Well, Juraki citizens are. Some of the "true Cannalans" have cut out pictures of the damage from newspapers to paste along signs which say "Go home, Juraki!" The tension has reached a boiling point: Juraki citizens are rioting in the streets throughout Cannala and especially in the capitol. The army has been overextended to the east and there are hardly enough police and guards to keep rioters from trashing the House of Brothers. The complaints are many, ranging from every small way the Juraki have been mistreated to the big issue that set it off, the devastation of Japan. Hundreds of thousands of civilians have been killed indiscriminately. "Americans kill babies!" and "War criminals like the Nazis" are just some of the phrases that can be seen on signs. At the most extreme, Juraki are demanding that Cannala break off its alliance with the United States. It comes to head when there is a radio broadcast throughout Cannala, a recorded message on a loop: "This is the Red Mask. The Juraki demand equal treatment. Half of Cannala belongs to the Juraki. Half of the House of Brothers belongs to Juraki. Expel half of the House of Brothers seats and restrict them to people born in the southern half of Cannala, Juraki citizens. I have Totemo Iyana gas. Meet my demands in 48 hours." Within hours, many of the Juraki crowd are demanding the same, and there have been multiple shooting incidents with fatalities for protestors and police. You must advise El Presidente on whether to meet these demands, or otherwise what to do. The United States has offered to station a Peacekeeping Force in Cannala if necessary.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Re: Intercontinental Arms Race: Winter 1945 (Continued Soon)
« Reply #7400 on: January 14, 2019, 12:33:33 am »

October, 1945

In the time following the last season of battle, there is a growing sense that the war is coming to a close. The world's superpowers are at peace, for the time, and the United States' threat of using nuclear weapons to keep it that way is implicit in the bombing of Japan. Furthermore, even before new designs can be deployed, it's clear that Forenia is on their last legs. The loss of the oil fields in Tereshkova has devastated their air force and heavy armor, leaving them outnumbered where it matters most. In only a week, Cannalan forces have made good headway into the mountains on the approach to Forenia's capitol. Furthermore, Russia's interest in Forenia is becoming increasingly apparent to the outside world. On October 18th, 1945, Forenian Parliament makes a landmark decision: A majority of ministers agree to an armistice. Minister Bernatsky from Asyem One delivers a speech on the decision: "We can no longer grow Forenia through aggression. We are losing land to the pirates, and fast. Furthermore, the war in Europe has ended with Russia standing as an ally to America. We cannot have Russia help us to rebuild while we are in a war with the American-sponsored criminal scum. It is wrong, it is unfair, but that is the way of the times now. We can hope now to grow our alliance with Russia, with the communist world if need be, to grow our military and strike back in the future. But for now the enemy is upon us, their wicked masters wield the power of the atom, and we must sue for peace. Know that while this is a defeat, it is not a surrender." A ceasefire went into effect two days later.

The armistice could not come at a better time for Cannala. As soon as the ceasefire began, a portion of the military was sent home to keep the peace. They have resolved the crisis with the Juraki at home only by making some concessions: In addition to expanding the House of Brothers to include Juraki-dedicated seats, El Presidente promptly announced a large welfare program which would benefit the poor (which includes a lot of Juraki) throughout Cannala. In fact, this has been even more outrageous to the rich ruling elite of Cannala than giving up political seats. "Taking capital from successful businesses, from the best brewers and industrialists and pirates?" Asks Pablo Miguelito of the Miguelito & Sons Shipyard, "That's Communism! They didn't earn the money, and they don't deserve it!" This sort of sentiment is echoed throughout the House of Brothers, who despite their newfound diversity, are still ultimately representative of the wealthiest and most powerful businesses in Cannala. There are multiple attempts on Presidente Charpes' life in a short time thereafter, which the Cannalan newspapers take as a sign that he is losing control of the criminals who are supposed to, in Cannalan tradition, be loyal to him. Perhaps worst of all, despite dedicating a considerable force to the investigation, the Red Mask was never caught, leaving the threat of terrorism unanswered and, seemingly, appeased. That is, at least appeased by El Presidente. The newly emboldened House of Brothers used their veto power to prevent the very executive order that would rearrange their seats from going into action, leaving El Presidente looking very ineffective.

Negotiations:

Days after the armistice, negotiations for the terms of an end to the war begin in the Forenian Parliament building, which serves as an embassy for the large number of foreign visitors. A portion of the Cannalan army has come with El Presidente, who stays offshore in his personal yacht (actually a Santos-class carrier modified with luxury facilities and aircraft for presidential transport and escort) and a navy detachment led by Cortez himself. Representatives and advisors, including his trusted Engineering Department, have been brought as well. Also present is a Russian delegation, who similarly have arrived with some military strength. The main hall of Forenia's parliament looks like a warzone. Even with the important discussions to be held here, the workers responsible for maintaining the building haven't had time to repair the damaged walls, broken windows, and scorched paint, nor pick up the trash. Without the usual presence of more than a hundred ministers, however, it is uncharacteristically quiet. The voices of the few people speaking echo loudly through the building.

The Forenians' chief spokesperson, Grigory Yakovich of the Moderate Party, says "Nothing less than Tereshkova being returned to us will do. It is an important namesake for us, and historically Forenian." *Historically* may have been a bit of a stretch, but Forenia did conquer it first. "Additionally Titan and Saint Oros must be returned to us, and all the islands which we occupy now are rightfully ours." The large table in the center of parliament which plays host to the discussions is surrounded by palpably tense negotiators. El Presidente's representative, Mateo Guerrera, pounded his fist on the table loud enough to be heard from the seats at the edges of the parliament chamber. His mustache shook as well. "Tereshkova will not be given up as a reward for your war-mongering, and nor will any land Cannala controls- rightfully, we should keep an annex on the west of Forenia itself to keep you in check! Neither can you be trusted with Vlanlados! You shelled our capitol with our own captured ships while having no worthy navy of your own, who knows what you're capable of with uranium!" The Russian representative, a man named Nikolai Sokolov, spoke softly and with purpose: "Of course, Forenia cannot continue to hold Vlanlados, but they can be improved after their dreadful alliance with the Nazi regime. Russia will hold Vlanlados, and we will be trusted with ensuring that Forenia stays on the right path." This ruffled the Forenian's feathers a bit. "While I appreciate your... encouragement, Sokolov, I think we can take care of Vlanlados on our own. Besides, this pirate is a liar- what more would you expect? It was them who attacked us without a declaration of war, for no reason but greed and plunder. Why, they've basically stolen the story of their attack and changed it so they're the victims!" Sokolov raised his hand in a motion to quiet. "Now, actually I'm quit sure there's a logical-" "The FORENIAN SCUM is telling lies!"

In short, many words were said and for days, no sort of an agreement could be reached.

All Saints' Day:
Ineffective debate goes on for days and into the night. On November first, 1945, Forenia pauses its usual business to observe All Saints' Day. Thousands of citizens quietly pour into the nation's cemetaries to adorn the graves with ceremonial candles in remembrance of the dead. It is probably the biggest celebration of the holiday in Forenia's history. Much of the army has been recalled, and are now lighting candles for their fallen brothers in arms. The monuments of war heroes, such as Artyom "Fuck Cannala" Onegin are decorated with candles as well, even visited by people who travel from around Forenia. Most visited are the graves of unknown soldiers, and the memorial walls with the names of soldiers whose bodies were never brought home- there's one in every major city. The sanctity of tradition is mostly un-marred by PAROI's firework antics, as even Forenians prefer to be quiet on a day like this, but there has been some ground given to modernity in the form of chemical candles which produce red or blue flames. The loud motor races, the rioting, the arguing, the bitter negotations and recriminations, all of the noise in Forenia's capitol dies down in exhange for a quiet vigil. From across the graveyard silence is punctuated by someone sobbing with loss, or laughing at a story of better times. Despite the newfound peace, or something like it, next to no Cannalans attended.

In the night, another ship pulls into the Cannalan fleet. An older Walrus, nearly derelict even. After staying still for a bit, it lands, and Raider APCs deploy to the beach. On top of them, the Arstotzkan flag can be seen.
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Not long thereafter, there is gunfire. Swiftly, the little-defended parliament building (actually, the main defense is normally the well-armed ministers, who are out of the building for the night) is seized, and an Arstotzkan flag flies there as well. The Cannalan ships fire in support. With the powerful broadcast equipment of the ministry, a radio message is broadcast throughout Forenia: "The revolution against the failure that is Forenia has come! The true one nation of victors will rise! Glory to Arstozka!" The voice is recognizable to some old-guard Arstotzkans: Andres, a legendary Arstotzkan engineer and soldier whose blood flowed red with GLORY, who fought loyally for the Arstotzk an regime even after they ordered his own execution, who disappeared in the Battle of the Embassy years ago- perhaps soon to be known as the First Battle of the Embassy. The very same one who was revealed by Forenian Secret Police to be masterminding sabotage and thefts against Forenia, even though some common citizens believed him to be an invented bogey-man. He is here, in the flesh, with a number of fellow Arstotzkan exiles at his side.

Chaos:
Throughout Forenia, the peace and quiet ends. While the Forenian Army is mobilizing to take back the ministry, pockets of Arstotzkan rebellion are breaking out everywhere. Pieces of the army are taking their equipment and putting up red flags. The fighting is comrade against comrade, soldier against commanding officer, and brother against brother. The primary target of the Arstotzkan rebels in the Forenian capitol is the National Armory: A massive, heavily fortified compound which contains a huge amount of weaponry, and is still under Unionist control. Taking the ministry was a symbolic victory, but it was undefended because it isn't the real key to power in Forenia.

The Cannalan army has moved to support the Arstotzkans, perhaps on the basis that this will get them more favorable peace terms. The Russian fleet appears to be watching and waiting, for now. While the rebels are a minority, perhaps a quarter of Forenians, the external support makes the battle undecided. Then, there is another radio broadcast, with the same message repeated in Japanese, then Spanish: "This is the Red Mask. Your decadent government has denied the Juraki what is ours. This is to be expected: you cheated us out of a fair duel for the fate of our nation once, and you would back out of a deal again. I, however, will take back what was ours. We were promised a duel, leader to leader, man against man. Instead you sent an impostor. I am coming to your ship. I will fight you myself. I will end your cowardly president, and your house of cowards, and the mightiest warrior will rule once again." El Presidente's ship begins moving out to sea.

FORENIANS!

The time has come to choose your side. Right now, your homeland is divided. You could fight to defend the great union you have built, and remain a peaceful nation. You could join the Arstotzkan rebels, to bring back the old ways. You could even take the fight straight to the Cannalans- their leader is just offshore. After all, they did attack you once unprovoked, didn't they? In fact, in the absolute chaos that is breaking out, there is nobody to tell you what to do- you could do whatever you want, or just flee the country for safety. Whatever your goal, you're an engineer. You can accomplish it by designing, and building. In the time leading up to this moment, you have been preparing a single unique prototype piece of equipment. Whatever it is, you can choose who you will fight for, and what you will do. A die will be rolled to determine the effectiveness of your equipment. If you need a crew, it may be up to chance whether you can find a loyal one. Good Luck.

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Re: Intercontinental Arms Race: October 1945, Post-Battle
« Reply #7401 on: January 14, 2019, 01:10:17 am »

Forenia would need time to rebuild to be able to deal with Canalla in the future.  This battle was a temporary thing, either result could ultimately prove beneficial.  Arstotzka rising anew was less than preferred, especially with the backing of Canalla, would prove an obstacle, yet in time opinion could be changed by those of the Order who remain behind.  Canalla proper would need to be damaged once more, and there was one avenue that could solve it.

Scorched Earth
Derived from recoverd samples of the Red Rot that hampered Canalla for years, a set of breeds were derived from exposure of them to the Vlanladosian radiation.  Two dozen stable, highly virulent strains were developed that would grow upon key crops of the Canallan continent.  Wheat, barley, rice, and similar staple crops were covered by some of the strains, but a fair few would thrive upon the wild plant matter of their jungles.  Each of the two dozen strains would be smuggled in by the Order in numerous cannisters via Boot submarines and Transport Planes, to grounds all across Canalla in order to  infected near all of the island with these mutant strains.  The strange seeming living dead that manifested with a couple different strains would be acceptable for helping to spread things further in the aftermath.
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Re: Intercontinental Arms Race: October 1945, Post-Battle
« Reply #7402 on: January 14, 2019, 02:34:44 am »

Megalodon
Armed wuth knowledge of Forenia's own submarine development program, and significant technology transfer from losing Axis forces, this comparatively giant submarine is optimized for anti-ship warfare. Equipped with 8 forward torpedo tubes each firing deadly Electric Eel homing torpedoes, it can strike and destroy any ship unseen. Powerfull diesel generators and battery powered electric motors ensure the sub can reach it's target on time, and undetected. With these advantages,sinking the Cannallan fleet should be child's play.
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Re: Intercontinental Arms Race: October 1945, Post-Battle
« Reply #7403 on: January 14, 2019, 02:57:48 am »

Forenia shall fall! Arstotzka shall rise once more! We conquered Forenia once and we can do so again! Join me my fellow countrymen, and place our glorious nation back into ascendance! For peace! For prosperity! For Arstotzka!

Glory to Arstotzka!
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Re: Intercontinental Arms Race: October 1945, Post-Battle
« Reply #7404 on: January 14, 2019, 03:07:21 am »

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Re: Intercontinental Arms Race: October 1945, Post-Battle
« Reply #7405 on: January 14, 2019, 03:21:56 am »

Spoiler: Backstory (click to show/hide)

Nader Jabal had been sitting in his living room, armored chin resting in armored hands as he thought: ceasefire. Peace. He had opposed it, knowing that the Cannalans were evil and treacherous and would stop at utterly nothing to put his people in camps, to conquer his nation. But now a ceasefire had come... Nader knew it was a trap. Nothing could come of ceasefires, because the world was swimming with secret organizations and dark figures who would seize the moment. He was certain of --

A radio in his house crackled to life. "The revolution against the failure that is Forenia has come! The true one nation of victors will rise! Glory to Arstozka!"

Nader slammed an armored fist into his coffee table, putting a sizable crack in it with the force and weight. "YOU!" He may not have been an Arstotzkan, but Nader knew that voice. It was the voice of a man he had spent years of his life working to discover, working to root out, working to capture, working to dismantle the organization of. Nader had heard this voice in rare audio recordings provided by the Forenian Independence Party's premiere spy. This was the voice of the man who had got away, the one rebel that the FIP had never managed to secure. This was the voice of none other than Andres, Nader knew it.

"You're not going to get away this time, you son of a bitch, I'll make sure of it myself!" Nader closed his fist tightly, teeth clenched in rage behind his mask, and he growled this out, despite the fact that nobody could hear him. And then he sprang into action. Or, at least, plodded into action. See, he didn't, strictly speaking, have to retrieve the primary copy of his prototype -- he was wearing it, had been working on it and upgrading it for years. Near constantly, Nader wore the very same set of Tiger Armor that had served as the core for the Rabid Tiger Armor prototype that allowed him to escape the Embassy all those years ago. The heavy weight on his shoulders and limbs reassured him, told him that he was solid in his life and his actions -- and it mollified the unstoppable, screaming urge in his mind that told him assassins were waiting around every corner he saw, waiting to blow off his head. Piece by piece over his eight years back in Forenia, Nader had built it up.

He strode away from his living room, deliberately, meaningfully, down deep into another hallway. He pushed a shotgun trap away from head-height and then disarmed it -- then he did the same with the second and third trap in that hallway, as was his daily routine. He strode to the wall at the end of the hallway, opened up a seemingly random area, and withdrew keys from underneath two of the plates of his armor. He opened up the first lock, then the second, then put in the combination for the third. Finally, he reached into a hole in the wall and neatly unhooked the wire that connected to the grenade set right there, to at the least blow off the hand of whoever tried to open the secret door without knowing of it. Then, with all of his security measures out of the way, he finally opened the secret door and stepped through.

This was The Saferoom, the culmination of the paranoid fortification of his house he had performed throughout the year of 1939. "Ah... safest place in the country." Nader trusted nowhere else as much as the place he'd put his own blood sweat and tears into fortifying, the only place with sufficient security to satisfy his ever-present paranoia. This is why The Saferoom had been the place that the National Security branch of the Forenian Independence Party had met for years to discuss their counter-espionage -- Nader sincerely believed it to be his castle, the most secure place in Forenia, and had convinced his compatriots (his friends) the same way. Recently, with the duties of FIP-NS largely obsolete, it had served as his preparation grounds, where he did his work on his armor, and had worked on two extra sets he planned to give out in the case of emergency.

Now was that emergency. Nader grabbed the Tiger's Roar he kept for summoning his allies, and spoke into it, on the FIP-NS channel. "It's time to finish the job. I'm going to find Andres, and I'm going to take him out. Work with me. The fucker got away before, but this just means we can put the final bullet through his skull ourselves! We've worked to defend this country for too damn long to let him waltz in like he owns the place. It's time to end this son of a bitch's rebellion. I've been working on armor for you if you decide to join me."

Rabid Tiger Armor Mk. 2
This is a comprehensive upgrade of the Tiger Armor, based on the principles of the original, 1935-built Rabid Tiger Armor -- that is, ludicrous levels of armament. But in addition to that, it is an upgrade of the Tiger Armor in about every way.

The first and most notable of these upgrades is that instead of partial limb armor and taces, the Rabid Tiger Armor covers the user head to toe, and is carefully fitted to do so. Armor plates are both connected to each other and sown and strapped to an underlying one-piece backing of thick, tough fabric, fit carefully to cover nearly all of his body. Small, staggeredly layered plates are on all of the joints, to ensure that they can be moved despite being protected. Even the hands of this armor have very small and thin plates on the palms and backs of the hands and fingers.

All of the plates have been carefully fitted to my measurements and shaped, in order to inhibit freedom of movement to the smallest degree possible, and even the helmet and mask are carefully shaped to allow me to look through scopes of guns, with a lensed mask angled slightly in 2 directions at the bottom in hopes of potentially deflecting bullets. The overall goal of this is to allow nearly-normal levels of infantry action despite the armor's greater coverage, and possibly even allow being faster than the original armor.

The armor is carefully environmentally sealed with an underlayer, to allow for a closed air system that provides defense against gas attacks and even hopefully retains air pressure within the suit -- there are mountings to place air tanks for an internal air system. It should hopefully allow for stable temperature as well.

There are also arm mountings for weapons, though they're pretty simple, just being places where the weapons are set with levers to allow for easy firing. I will set a short-barreled shotgun on one arm and an AS-AR34 on the other -- with a scope on the AS-AR34 arm plating to allow for aiming. There is also a spot on the back near the shoulders for mounting a third weapon, which in my case will be a Horsekiller motherfucking II.

Two copies of this armor, if potentially much more standard in the fitting and shaping, will be attempted to be created for the other members of my battle squad.
If the environmental sealing works out, I will attempt to provide a copy to the N.E.M.O. organization.

I will go to the battle at the National Armory, with one tactical goal in mind (hopefully followed by FIP-NS and whoever else will join me):
Find Andres, and kill him, and then whatever other rebels I can, especially rebel engineers.
Action outdated and replaced.
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Re: Intercontinental Arms Race: October 1945, Post-Battle
« Reply #7406 on: January 14, 2019, 03:34:05 am »

N.E.M.O.

((Action coming soon))
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Re: Intercontinental Arms Race: October 1945, Post-Battle
« Reply #7407 on: January 14, 2019, 03:54:49 am »

UFAF-ASF ‘Invictus’
Designed to prove once and for all that all this missile nonsense will never surpass dogfighting the Invictus is the ultimate fighter, well at least is was meant to be. The Invictus is a twin engine flying wing designed for transonic dogfighting thanks to its incredible thrust and agility. It’s twin engines are afterburner equipped allowing the pilot to quickly regain speed after maneuvers. Designed to ward off IR sensors the intakes and exhausts of the engines are sunken into the airframe making targeting from anywhere other than dead forward or behind quite difficult. The craft is also coated with a new radar absorbent paint made out of carbon black and carbonyl iron. Lacking the theoretical magnetic device to properly align the carbonyl iron, it’s instead painted on in countless alternating layers banking on a mix of blind luck and redundancy to work.
To match the craft’s advances the fighter is armed with a new Infernace gatling cannon. Designed for maximum rate of fire and reliability the weapon makes chain gun style design feed ammo in it’s five barrels and firing electrically all via an electric motor. Free from the issues of a gas or recoil systems nothing short of a ruptured case will jam the weapon. As a further benefit the weapon is able to achieve rpm of more than 6,000 rounds per minute. In order to converse ammo in light of it’s incredibly rate of fire the weapons is design to fire 20 rounds off per pull of the trigger. The projectile is a new 20mm round design for maximum armor penetration. The round is largely made out of aluminum with a copper ring on the outside and a tungsten core. The copper ring gives the needed rotational energy for long range fire while the long aluminum shell stabilizes the round. In front of the tungsten core is a small amount of incendiary compound so that when the core punches through the targets ammo the compound is ignited and dragged into the target.
In order to make use of this new weapon’s range the fighter has a radar auto-targeter. Sadly based off of a missile guidance albeit much more precision the auto-targeter is hooked up to the plane’s radar. Within a roughly 30 degree cone in front of the plane it will target and aim the infernace, accounting for distance and speed. Similar to a reflector sight a projector within the craft’s sight will inform from pilot of what exactly the what plane is targeting to prevent possible friendly fire. In case of a malfunction or if the pilot wants to fire at ground targets; the cannon can be locking in a forward position. The craft is made out of what little titanium we could salvage from titan and the skin of the craft is an aluminum alloy. The cockpit is armored to defeat 30mm autocannon rounds and the canopy 20mm rounds. In spite of the designer’s errant wishes the craft has no mounting surfaces whatsoever. Instead the craft has the fuel and ammo to quite literally shoot down dozens of enemy planes.

As to what I will do with this craft… nothing. Instead it’s to be shipped of to Tereshkova’s personal hangar with blank roundels and a few cans of paint in the cockpit. So she can use it to aid whoever she wishes. All in a merger attempt to apologize for our failures as engineers. After that I will head to a nearby mountain top(or any elevated position) and watch the end of the war one way or another(If this plan is unworkable I will use the plane to help the juraki).
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Re: Intercontinental Arms Race: October 1945, Post-Battle
« Reply #7408 on: January 14, 2019, 05:21:19 am »

Big Boot
An upgraded Boot class submarine, the Big Boot is, well, bigger then the Boot, equipped with an upgraded sonar system and an improved propulsion system and hull redesign that allows it increased underwater speed, as well as a superior capability to hide underwater by way of an extended snorkel that allows the ship to stay further underwater while still running the engines. The torpedoes themselves have not been improved, but the Big Boot carries an additional two forward facing torpedo tubes, for a total of six frontal tubes and one rear tube. The hull redesign, while including being reshaped to allow for superior underwater speed, was actually intended to increase the Big Boot's maximum submerge depth, seeking an additional fifty feet of sinking without dying power to allow it to sneak past enemy ships.

As for what I intend to do with the Big Boot? While the Cannalan El Presidente might fear death coming from above the water by way of a Jurian assassin, he should truely fear what lies below the water. For with the Big Boot (and recruited patriotic crew), I will sink his ship, sending him to the ocean floor. And then hopefully survive long enough to run away afterwards. Perhaps we can make it to the Americas, and find new and more peaceful lives there? Or at least lives less likely to end with us being killed in a revolution and civil war.

Blueprints for the Big Boot as well as any new discoveries I make will also be provided to N.E.M.O
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Re: Intercontinental Arms Race: October 1945, Post-Battle
« Reply #7409 on: January 14, 2019, 08:53:24 am »

Here's a cleaned up version of the Arstotzkan flag by Jen.

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