Talk:AIF/@comment-13740085-20150403175504

"Sir, the USS Ohio and her task force is reporting heavy engagement by NAR forces."

"Call up Freyr's Sword, and order to lend assistance."

Freyr's Sword turns to face the oncoming threat to the Ohio. Its Devastators and 2040s open up on the NAR ships. Seemingly every few moments, an NAR ship disappears into a plume of water from a devastator hit. It then launches most of its MCM payload.

One hundred MCMs exit their launch tubes and speed towards the NAR. Their onboard systems pierce through the enemy's counter measures, an the guidance computers assign their final targets. A cruiser or destroyer is assigned one missile, a battleship three.

A few are knocked out before they can detonate, but most make it through. One explodes as it is hit, then another, then another, then another.

By the time all missiles are either destroyed, or had hit their targets, 30 NAR ships are burning wrecks. Another 30 are heavily damaged. And then the 1,000 UCAV fighter-drones from Freyr's Swords lower hangar decks begin launching, some squadrons armed with air-air missiles, others anti-ship missiles.

The air-air equipped fighters set about regaining air superiority. Their computers pull the planes through spectacular maneuvers, sometimes exceeding 20 Gs, shrugging off forces that would black out any pilot.

The anti-ship squadrons head for other Coalition ships, dodging anti-air fire with reflexes faster than any man. They release their payloads, and ships after ship, IKN, NAR, IN, all affiliations, are hit by dozens of missiles. Many sink.

Freyr's Swords half-sister, Death's Scythe, then launches its own squadrons, doubling the new american fighter numbers.

Everything is lining up, the Super-warships have gotten into position, the drones are flying effective cover, the subs are defending below the waves.

A maneuver by a couple squadrons, lead by several Colorados, opens a hole in the Coalition lines. As the ships take advantage, decimating the confused ranks, the signal is given.

American transports warp into the area where sqadrons of a Coalition fleet once stood. They make their way under the protection of the Iron Dome, and the super-warships' fire. Thousands upon thousands of american troops, many equipped with Americas first battle suit, built from reverse-engineered captured models from the Coalition, storm onto the beaches. They rush towards the shore batteries, and the forward positions are overrun, but are forced to slow as they encounter the heavier lines further in.

Up the coast, out of sight of the main battle, another warping sound is heard. More transports, escorted by a smaller detachment of the American fleet with their own Iron Dome defenses, and lead by the single Judgement-class Admiral Perry, head towards another Imperial port, hoping to draw off units from the main battle.