OOC: This can be the place where stories and tales from the Great War can be told. Stories will follow the general structure:
Name Of Character
Year
Location
Title Of Story(Optional)
Other than that, you can write as freely as possible, but remember, only GW stories.
Cmdr. David “Raven” Svenson
October 3rd, 1949
ERNS Faroe C-01, 7 Miles Off Of Oceanus, TCC
Ravens Personal War
The Faroe, known as “good old roe” by its crew, was visiting the TCC to let the crew relax and the ship refueled. It was scheduled to leave the next day to New Colradia and join the 1st “Hørum” Fleet. Cmdr. David Svenson or Raven as he prefers to be called was on duty on the bridge so Capt. Maria Terrace could take a relax day while the Cmdr. watched over. Raven was your typical military officer, he loved his ship and its crew. However, the TCC was at war and the Faroe being there was risky, as the Karnetvorians would potentially confuse it for a Terminan ship, but Emerald had declared complete neutrality at the start of the war, so that was the last of Ravens worries, until fate decided otherwise.
“The Hell?”
Raven heard what sounded like heavy aircraft above him. He stepped out onto the bridge wing and saw multiple Karnetvorian Naval Bombers. “Can they not see the Emeraldian Flag???” He thought as he ran inside and sounded the general alarm as bomb struck the forward magazine, causing the bow to arch up as the ammo deep inside the ship violently exploded. Raven was thrown across the bridge as he watched the arch explode violently sheering the entire bow off the ship. Raven was in shock, but quickly composed himself.
“Get AA crews trained on those planes!”
“Sir, we’re taking on water, and our AA crews aren’t aboard!”
“Well, get somebody to man them! I want water-tight doors sealed immediately and all non-essential personnel evac’d now!”
Another explosion rocks the ship.
“Bomb hit aft! WTD’s aren’t closing and boilers are down. Guns 1-3 are down, as are secondaries. AA guns have been shaken to pieces, sir, what do we do?”
“Abandon Ship”
“Sir?”
“You Heard Me, we must evacu-”
Another ammo explosion splits the ship in two as the bridge deck is sheered off landing in the water where the #2 Gun would’ve been. Raven is washed away from the bridge, but the other bridge crew weren’t so lucky, either being thrown off the bridge or being dragged under. Raven surfaces and sees the Faroe split in two sinking quickly, he sees that every lifeboat wasn’t launched. Raven grabs onto a piece of the deck as he sees his ships final plunge. He is later rescued by TCC coast guard vessels, he is of only 5 who survived the sinking. He is sent back to Emerald to be transferred to a new ship as the Karnetvorian Rats apologize for the sinking, Raven, however would never forgive the Rats for sinking his beloved ship and killing his friends.
Cmdr. David “Raven” Svenson
June 14th, 1950
ERNS Clintstown CG-06, 3 Miles Off Of Fort Nelson, New Colradia, Cimbria
Ravens Personal War
Raven after the Faroe Incident was transferred over to the Foxton Class Heavy Cruiser, ERNS Clintstown. The Clint was patrolling the waters off of the Colonial Capital, along with the Destroyers Shark and Dolphin. He was still furious about how quickly the Emeraldian Government had covered up the incident. “270, They covered up 270 lost souls, all to preserve Emeralds so called Neutrality” He thought, but, the Clintstown was still a good ship, as most Emeraldian ships were. He thought an assignment in New Colradia could let him clear his head, and Emerald had no enemies in this region. His new ship would be safe, until Fate again decided otherwise.
“Sir! We have an unknown Task Force entering our waters!”
“Can you identify what nation they belong to?”
The Radio officer radioes the Dolphin.
“Sir! They are flying Gianlucian flags, and…”
The Lt.'s face filled with dread.
“What’s the matter Lt.?”
“Sir, I just got a ditress call from the Dolphin. The Gianlucians just attacked them. They are going down by the head, Torpedo Strike. Sir, The Shark is engaging, should I radio for Colonial Assistance.”
Another Attack by a nation, This couldn’t have been happening again, But he wasn’t alone this time. The Clintstown had the Shark and the 8 ships of the Cimbrian Navy.
“Radio all friendly ships in the area for assistance, I want guns 1 and 2 targeting the Gianlucian Battlecruiser, I want Secondaries targeting Torpedo Boats, and I want Torpedo Crews targeting Gianlucian Cruisers.”
“What about Guns 3 and 4?”
“We aren’t at a good angle for them to fire, Helm plot us a course where we can train all guns at those Gianlucian ships.”
Suddenly, shells rain down on the Clintstown, piercing her weak deck armour. 2 Explosions rock the ship as the #2 and #3 guns are taken out.
"Damage Report!
“Guns 2 and 3 are gone, All gun zeros have been shaken to pieces, and portside secondaries are either gone or to damaged. Our Boilers have taken serious damage and we have lost the #2 Funnel.”
While Raven is thinking, he sees two torpedo trails heading right towards the ship.
“Torps in water! Helm can we turn?!”
“Negative, the Rudder is jammed. We can’t turn.”
“Brace!”
The two torpedoes hit the bow and amidships. Causing even further damage. Raven knew the ship was doomed.
“Sound Abandon Ship Alarms”
“Yes Sir”
What remained of the Lifeboats were launched. On one of them Raven watched as his second ship sank beneath the waves. His Lifeboat was picked up by the Cimbrian Ship HCMS Frihed. The Frihed and two other vessels made their way back to Emerald. Raven had heard of what had happened to the ships in Old Copenhagen Harbour. This wasn’t an accident, it was war.
Cmdr. David “Raven” Svenson
March 2nd, 1951
ERNS Prince Lucas BC-22, Copenhagen Harbour
Ravens Personal War
He lost another ship, more lives were lost, However, unlike the Faroe Incident, Emerald and the DA declared war on those Frankist Gianlucians. Raven, for his quick thinking and being able to save a large portion of his crew, was promoted to Cmdr.(II)(OOC: due to the Faroe Incident, he still couldn’t acheive Captain Rank, so was promoted to the Rarely given Commander II rank), which meant he could take command of a Battlecruiser, the ERNS Prince Lucas to be specific, named after Lt. Cmdr. Lucas J. Nelson/Prince Lucas, who dissapeared with the ERNS Jason I. So, Cmdr.(II) Raven was know on the bridge of the Prince Lucas, not knowing that today, he would lose yet another vesssel, to an older foe.
“Prince Lucas, this is the ERNS Birds Of Prey, we are taking fire from Karnetvorian Cruisers, I repeat, We are Taking Fire from Karnetvorian Cruisers.”
“Roger that Birds Of Prey, notifing command now. Raven out. Command, this is Lucas-22, BoP-05 is under attack by Karnetvorian Cruisers, Prince Lucas and 3rd Fleet are mobilizing now.”
“Roger that, you are cleared to engage”
"Helm, set a course towards the rats fleet, Gun control, I want Guns 1,2, and 3 ready to fire, along with secondaries, helm make sure we go broadside.
“Yes sir, seting course.”
“Yes Sir, readying guns 1, 2, and 3 for Broadside fire.”
The Battlecruiser moves into position as they see the remains of the Birds Of Prey slowly sinking.
“Main batteries target the enemy Battlecruiser, Secondaries target Cruisers.”
“Acquiring target now sir.”
Shells rain down on the Prince Lucas as she fires her salvo at the Karnetvorian Battlecruiser. The Number 3 gun violently explodes, as it is launched almost 300 ft into the air, landing in the water.
“Damage Report!”
“We have taken damage to Fore Mast, Funnel #2, and we have lost Gun 3 and engine room reports that the boilers are damaged.”
“Sir, we’re taking on water in the bow”
“Prepare to fire another salvo, I want watertight doors sealed immediately, and prepare lifeboats, just in case.”
The ship fires another salvo, hitting a cruiser in front of the Rat Battlecruiser. Secondaries eye multiple torpedo boats getting to close and open up on em, not noticing the torps that are in the water. The torpedoes strike the bow and amidships, the bow takes even more damage, although, the torpedo belt armour stops the amidship torpedo from creating a hole, but the watertight doors are shaken apart.
“What was that?!!”
“Torpedo hit sir, seems only one hit the bow”
Damage control radios the bridge.
“Sir! We’ve lost watertight doors forward of the engine room, and we’ve lost the pumps.”
“Roger that, patch it up as best as you can.”
“Yes sir”
More shells strike the damaged ship, the engine room takes a hit, starting a flood in the engine room. Gun 2 is taken out, and Gun 1’s control room is flooded.
“Damage Report!”
“Engine room reports flooding, all guns are down sir, we’re defenseless!”
“Abandon ship”
“Yes sir”
Yet another one of his ships is gone, as he steps onto the lifeboat, he looks back at his now smoldering vessel for one last time. The lifeboat is lowered, and as they row away, the ship slips beneath the waves. The next day, Emerald declares war on the rest of the Imperialists. Cmdr.(II) Raven is commended on his quick thinking and planning. The Wreck of the Prince Lucas is declared a war grave, although, her wreck has yet to be found.
Cmdr.(II) David “Raven” Svenson
April 6th, 1952
ERNS Zealand CG-11, Cimbrian Coast, Off Of Fort Nelson
Ravens Personal War
He’d been reassigned to a Heavy Cruiser after losing the Prince Lucas, but the Heavy Cruiser was certainly a special one, The ERNS Zealand, a Dinkleton Class Command/Heavy Cruiser, one of only two built. The ship had 3 Mk19 10-inch guns in Double Barreled Turrets. It had numerous 7-inch, 5-inch, and 4-inch Secondaries, along with the AG-49/50 AA Gun in multiple mounts. It had a field command room, abilities to deploy Marine Units, and was decently armoured. Raven stood on the bridge, feeling anxious about the battle ahead of the 2nd Fleet. His orders were to suppress Enemy Naval Units, deploy the 22nd Marine Regiment around the Prince Nelson Gun Batteries, and prevent the sinking of the Transports. It was the first hostile action Emerald and the Allies would be taking, liberating the Island Of Hørum from the Frankists. Raven was confident his ship would be able to pull him through. Around him were survivors of the Faroe, Clintstown, and the Prince Lucas. These men had been through hell, losing 3 Ships. The Faroe Survivors were small in number, numbering only 3, The Clintstown only 30, and the Prince Lucas survivors were numbered only 400. The Zealand’s Remaining 167 Crew would either be Veteran Zealand Crew or Rookies. Raven maneuvered his small detachment to protect the Transports, while also giving the Zealand, New Colradia, and the Spirasian ways to fire effectively at enemy ships, Joining his detachment was DesRon-4, the DL’s Kybok and Bear, the Destroyers Trout, Leopard Shark, and the Whale, acting as screens. Things seemed to be in Ravens Favor, however, fate proved otherwise.
“Approaching Nelsontown now, Enemy TorpBoats sighted on scopes, 2 Light Cruisers are in firing distance, along with 3 Destroyers. The Admiral has reported that Aircraft have been spotted, however, these seem to be landbased. Orders?”
“Target the Light Cruisers with Gun-1 and Gun-2, Have secondaries target the destroyers. Tell the New Colradia and Spirasian to keep their AA ready. Have DesRon-4 target the TorpBoats. Have Lifeboats prepped, Watertight doors sealed and Men on the .50 Cals.”
“Yes Sir, relaying orders to Fleet Detachment-3 now.”
The Main guns began opening up on the Gianlucian Light Cruisers, while secondaries engaged the Destroyers. 2 Destroyers were disabled almost instantly, while the Light Cruisers were taken care of easily. The Torpedo Boats however, managed to launch multiple torps at the Fleet Detachment before being terminated. The Last Destroyer would also begin firing at the New Colradia and Spirasian. At almost the exact same time, enemy aircraft were spotted. Raven ordered all vessels evade the torps. The Planes began strafing the the Detachment, taking out a large number of lifeboats, before 3 Torpedos struck the Kybok, while after heavy bombardment from Aircraft and the Last Destroyer, the New Colradia’s Ammo and Depth Charges ignited, violently splitting the vessel in half. 2 Torpedos strike the Bear. The Trout’s torpedoes explode, the ship begins to sink. The Zealand is struck by 4 Torpedos, then the Spirasian is also hit by 2 Torpedos. Gun-3 finally take out the last Destroyer. Raven orders the marines to disembark now. The Leopard Shark and Whale radio that they will take on board the marines, Crew, and Command Staff of the Zealand. Cimbrian Vessels, following the Detachment, begin taking up survivors as the ERNAC arrives on the scene to deal with the Gianlucian Planes. Raven, after many attempts to save his ship, is finally forced to abandon his doomed vessel. The Zealand, New Colradia, Spirasian, Kybok, Bear, and the Trout have all been sunk. Raven would be commended on his efforts to save the Detachment and his own vessel, including rescuing Ensign James Nielson, Helm Operator and a Faroe Survivor. He would be awarded the Emeraldian Medal Of Bravery.
Ikraven AvatĂŞr
April 21st, 1954, Great Revolution
Akeros, Narus
Not a Step Back! (Part one)
Ikraven looked at his rifle. He couldn’t quite believe it. The Revolution had up to this point been taking baby steps- Small border towns liberated, supply lines established. Now they were going to take the biggest city in the Ikaranarean region, and the capital of Narus. Akeros. The armies of Ikarn would be in full force. Even with supply from the Allies steadily rolling in, he wasn’t quite sure that the Revolution could take Akeros.
He sat in a line with other men and women. They were in one of the safehouses within Narus that had been set up for months even before the Revolution came out in full force. There were hundreds of thousands of other revolutionaries waiting for the radio signal from channel 336, a channel secretly working for the revolution. At certain times, it featured a “Special Credits” section, which spouted a bunch of seemingly normal credits for other people- But every once in a while, on scheduled dates, there was one sequence of words that was a code. Only those involved directly in the Revolution knew about it- and it changed every time, with no logical correlation to the last, and with no way to tell what it meant unless you already knew.
It was 11:55. The leader of their group, a strong, disciplined man who was a deserter from the Narussian military, Êmanka Iral, sat down next to him. “Soldier, you look worried,” he said, using military terminology on habit.
“I- I am, sir,” Ikraven replied. “I have faith in the people who organized this mission, but today we will be fighting the armies of Narus and Ikarn in this city. I can’t help but think about everything that could go wrong.”
Êmanka looked at Ikraven, “What is the motto of our people? Of the Revolution?”
Ikraven looked confused. “Am en safara nasten.” As the sun rises.
Êmanka nodded. “The sun rises again, and it will rise again tomorrow. These horrid countries will fall to the winds of change. There have not been months of preparation, but years. Do not fear, soldier- steel yourself, but do not fear.”
Ikraven only nodded.
The transmission began. “li lon ke sev taali ke lipa…” I would like to say thanks to my…
10 seconds passed.
“…Iramala vava…” Beautiful wife…
Another 10 seconds.
“…Ikrin kêla, Amar…” Strong friend, Amar…
Another.
“lipa faiia vrenas…” my silly dog…
And another.
“lipa safara, lipa pega…” My sun, my son…
That was it!
Shouts of “Como!” rung through the building. Yes!
Êmanka stood up. “Prepare yourselves! Soon, this city will be ours!”
People rushed outside. The battle of Akeros had begun.
Tavid Rellow
January 4th, 1950
Bantam Harbour, Free State
The uprooted
Hadn’t it gotten a lot more quiet? Tavid Rellow slowly opened his eyes and lifted his hat so that he could see better. The hundreds, possibly thousands of people, were still sitting down on the quay, but they seemed more sluggish. The sobbing and occasional cry-outs had ceased. He shivered, which he found odd. because surely he couldn’t be cold? It was noon, on a hot summer’s day. Then he remembered what his mother had said about too much sun.
The man sitting next him suddenly collapsed. Tavid moved over to him, but he was unresponsive. Tavid stood up and started waving his hands to get the closest guard’s attention. The tall Karnetvorian on the other side of the makeshift fence ignored him.
Tavid shivered again as he sat down. What kind of evacuation was this?
Ikraven AvatĂŞr
April 21st, 1954, Great Revolution
Akeros, Narus
Not a Step Back! (Part Two)
Maps of Akeros
Ikraven walked with the rest of his group, an irregular group of infantry, armed with a hodgepodge of rifles, and, crucially for their role, shoulder-fired rockets. The Father States had around 9000 troops in the city, 15 battalions, while the rebels had greater numbers- close to 10500. Still, most of the troops in the Father States were heavily armed, the Ikarnian battalions indoctrinated, and many of them mechanized in armored personnel carriers. The plan was to first engage the 3 tank battalions- Two at the eastern portion of the city, one in the west- and incapacitate them. The saving grace in this scenario was that they had access to around 50 light tanks- they had defected from the Father States recently and managed to escape somehow with their tanks, but the Father States were employing medium tanks, and they had significantly more. For this reason, his group was armed with about 100 rocket launchers, and trucks rolled slightly behind the lines stocked with more ammo. They were on the east side, and they would help the light tanks and the defected APCs destroy the tanks. Something similar was happening in the west side. Double agents working for the Revolution had told the Father States that these would be the main confrontations and that the rebels would be committing most, if not all their troops to it, but in reality, this was so that while the tanks were preoccupied, provisional motorized troops could spill through the center and create an encirclement. The Father States’ troops, who were already low morale fighting their countrymen, would start to surrender in spite of commanding officer’s orders, and the first capital of the three states would fall to the Revolution.
But as Ikraven knew, no plan could live beyond first contact with an enemy, especially when they were irregular units with varying levels of experience from person to person, and their enemy was a military that had capitulated a country of more than 100 million in 14 days. His group marched along the streets, advancing on the tank battalions from the other side- they would come in while they were distracted with the friendly tanks.
He steeled himself. If only he knew what was to come.
[OOC NOTE: this was originally supposed to contain the first part of the battle engagement, but i’ve decided to put the entire engagement into one post, partially to prevent this one from getting too long and partly because making these maps was a lot of effort.]
