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Tanis
12-01-2006, 11:12 PM
A Prelude to Extinction
The story of the men and women who fought and died in Humanity's last great war

On November 27th, 1979, Soviet forces on the outside West Berlin begin a devastating advance into the Western controlled part of the city. Supported by MiG-27 ground attack fighters and T-72 battle tanks, the Communist Red Army managed to retake full control of Berlin within eight hours. American, British, French, and German forces were overwhelmed by sheer numbers, and many brave men fell in those first hours of the war. Acting immediately, the West German President declared war on the Soviet Union, followed by urgent requests to the rest of NATO for aid. French and English troops were quickly shuttled to West Germany, with tanks and aircraft backing up the West German Luftwaffe and Heer. It was just in time, as T-72 Tank Regiments began pushing in from all sides. Czechoslovakia, Poland, East Germany, and other nations were used as staging points for the Communists. Despite this, they were halted about thirty miles into West Germany by huge artillery barrages and low flying bombers. American troops are starting to arrive, and are joining the fight. Nearly simultaneously, the first shot at Saigon was a Vietnamese, albeit Soviet built, 157mm artillery shell. Entire batteries of similar weapons opened up, pounding ever more of the city into dust as American and South Vietnamese troops scrambled for their weapons. Twelve hours of bombardment later the first Communist troops began advancing towards the ruined capital, but the advances were slowed by American aircraft from the nearby Pacific fleet. Even so, the Soviet and NVA are gaining the city, block by block. Things are not looking well, but the might of the NATO war machine has yet to be realized. The conflict will go down in history as the Last Great War. It was worse than both World Wars, much much worse. This is the story of those brave men and women.

Lieutenant Colonel Hans Reichtberg was finishing the last drops in his cup of coffee when his good friend and subordinate Major Otto Johansen knocked on the door to his office. Not a word was exchanged between the two West German Luftwaffe pilots, all that needed to be said was said in one look. Hans nodded and set the coffee aside, exiting the office with Otto and entering the Squadron briefing room. It was packed with almost fifty pilots, all in their full combat gear, helmets held ready in their hands. Everybody knew what had happened just days before, but no one knew what was going to happen in the future. In the front of the room was a map of West and East Germany, and in front was a table full of papers with a chair behind it. Without even thinking, he bent down, grabbed the table and flipped it over, spilling sheets and model aircraft onto the ground. Almost everybody seemed stunned. He reached for the chair, spun it around, and sat on it backwards like. He looked into the eyes of men, and he could see the fear and anxiety.

"Let's talk plain. We are fighting a losing battle in the North, and its our job to make sure that doesn't happen here. Two hours ago intel decrypted a coded Soviet message. A flight of six Tupolev heavy bombers left a Czechoslovak airbase, headed straight for Bonn. Long story short, we are the only operational air squadron that can intercept this flight. But that is not all. Two Soviet tank regiments are advancing straight for here. To do so they have to cross three bridges. Here's the battle plan. We have twenty five Alpha Jets and five F-104s plus my F-4. The F-104s, under my command and with eight of the Alpha Jets, will intercept those bombers. Ten of the remaining Alpha Jets will head for the bridges and destroy them under the command of Major Johansen. The rest of the jets will launch and patrol the area around this airbase to make sure no enemy fighters get through. Three quarters of you haven't even graduated yet, I know. So I am pairing you up, an experienced pilot with a trainee. Listen up, things are going to get hairy. MiGs have a low level of attack, so check your six. Thing fast, act even faster. And one more thing...its alright to be scared. Dismissed to your Flight Leaders, Good hunting gentlemen."

And with that, the pilots left the briefing room and headed to their assigned fighters. Hans was he last to leave the room, as he stepped out onto the tarmac and started towards his F-4E Phantom II fighter.

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Flametrooper
12-02-2006, 1:15 PM
Sounds good, what should we post on our char sheet?

(OT: Where are you in Resistance?)

Tanis
12-02-2006, 2:06 PM
((OOC: Post your char in the Interest Check...and Ill make a post in resistance, been working on this lately.))

Joker365
12-06-2006, 1:46 AM
Dear Father, Mother

There has finally been an enough of a lull in battle for me to pen this letter to you. I know it has been awhile since I last sent anything, but we have been pushed hard these past few weeks. We have been hiding and sleeping during the day in order to avoid American bombers, and we move during the night, always pushing towards our objective. Many of our comrades are tired from lack of sleep, especially DaGe (older brother). He has not slept in over 48 hours, planning our attacks with the other company leaders. Only now is he curled up in our bunker, taking a much needed nap.

Our regiment has suffered relatively minor losses, so everyone from the old neighborhood is still safe. Moral is still high though, which is a good sign. New, eager recruits are still coming in, and the sight of them makes me glad that there are still plenty of youths willing to contribute to the greater good of our homeland. It won’t be easier for them to adapt, but that is why we old soldiers must look after them, teach them how to survive, how to fight.

We are currently several kilometers from Saigon. The last of the capitalist elite forces are holding the city. Although we outnumber them, their equipment is far superior to ours, so we must find ways to ensure the safety of our comrades. Do not worry about us, for we are willing to lay down our lives in order to guarantee that China is no longer threatened by the forces of the west.

I must stop writing now; my eyes are heavy with the need to sleep. Da Ge sends his regards everyone. As soon as we drive off the Americans, DaGe and I will both return for MeiMei’s (little sister) wedding. I hope that both of you will remain in good health and long life.


Your Son
Tian Yuan

Tanis
12-08-2006, 7:19 PM
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Lt. Colonel Hans Reichtberg
Regensen Luftwaffe Training Facility/Skies over West Germany
Beginning Bomber Interception Mission
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Hans settled himself into the comfortable cushioned front seat of the F-4 Phantom, running his hand across the control console. It was a big, beefy, masculine fighter. As soon as someone sat in a Phantom, they knew they were flying a fighter. He ran a system of checks as the crew chief finished loading the last of the missiles onto their launch pylons. The radar was working perfectly, and the heads up display was functioning. He had just finished the last preflight check when a rather young looking man approached, acting a little nervous and clearly not very experienced. He checked a paper in his hand, and looked to Hans. This was the man Hans had assigned as his RIO, but he had to ask. Things got confusing right before a mission.

"What's your name, son?" Asked Lt. Colonel Reichtberg.

"Karl, sir, 2nd Lt. Bronstein." The young man replied.

"Climb on up here then, your my RIO. How much flight experience you have?" Queried Hans.

"Three hours flying, Five as RIO." He said as he climbed the small ladder into the secondary seat. He belted the straps across his chest and sat the helmet on his head. His breathing was quick, and looked a little pale.

"We'll be fine, just calm down. Now there are two things I want you to do. One: Keep your eyes on that radar and you let me know if you see anything other than our wing men. Two: If you are not looking at the radar, you look outside. Keep your head moving." Ordered Hans.

"Yes Sir."

The intercepting aircraft were to launch from the field first, so the incoming bombers would have little to no warning that they were going to be attacked. As the highest ranking officer, he felt it his duty to take off first and lead from the front. He kicked the massive turbofan engines into gear, and pushed the throttle forward till the huge fighter started to roll forward. He rolled it out of the hangar and on to the runway, towards the main take and landing strip.

"This is Flight One, tower four-two ready to copy, over." Spoke Hans into the radio.

"Roger that Flight One, you are cleared to proceed. Good hunting out there." Replied the tower controller.

As he turned, he punched the throttle to seventy percent , huge flames spitting out the rear of the Phantom. Soon, the F-104s and Alpha Jets followed his lead. Coming to an altitude of twenty thousand feet, the flight of fourteen fighters adopted a delta staggered delta formation, almost wing tip to wing tip. Radar showed what looked to be the target bombers, about fifty miles away. So far, no enemy fighters had been spotted. The MiG pilots were reknown for their skill though, and Hans had little doubt that eventually several would make an appearance.