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Somewhere over the Northern Ocean
It was a place without a name, just another featureless point in the endless sea. In the cold and the dark you might think it was the last place on earth where history would be made. But you'd be wrong.
Kyiv's armies were on the march and now they had reached the ends of the earth. Four immense silver bombers glided through the air. For them it was the climax of a long journey, from the windswept steppes to the frozen waters top of the world, to strike a blow that would be felt around the world.
The remote nation of Boganhem had stood up and made it's voice heard. Kyiv's reclusive leaders saw it fit to remind them of their place in the world. The order had gone out: Boganhem's atomic ambitions would be crushed without remorse and with that Kyiv's titanic war machine had lurched into action. It's formidable intelligence assets had fixed themselves on Boganheim, dissecting and laying bear it's defenses.
A plan of attack was formulated. Four bombers would strike north armed with some of the best weapons in the arsenal, stealthy long range terrain-hugging cruise missiles. Their flight path had been planned with care, launched from the safety of the sea they would move in under cover of darkness and split up to chart snaking paths across Boganhem. Using the terrain to their advantage they would bypass the thickest of Boganhem's air defenses on the way to the target before converging for the kill.
The four bombers between them carried thirty two missiles. Overkill by any measure, but the public ultimatum had made absolutely clear what the Allied States objectives were and Boganhem's defenders were on high alert. The missiles would present a difficult target for even the best defenders, but it was a long flight over hostile ground. If even one or two missiles reached the target it would be a success. The facility would burn and Kyiv's power made clear.
It was a place without a name, just another featureless point in the endless sea. In the cold and the dark you might think it was the last place on earth where history would be made. But you'd be wrong.
Kyiv's armies were on the march and now they had reached the ends of the earth. Four immense silver bombers glided through the air. For them it was the climax of a long journey, from the windswept steppes to the frozen waters top of the world, to strike a blow that would be felt around the world.
The remote nation of Boganhem had stood up and made it's voice heard. Kyiv's reclusive leaders saw it fit to remind them of their place in the world. The order had gone out: Boganhem's atomic ambitions would be crushed without remorse and with that Kyiv's titanic war machine had lurched into action. It's formidable intelligence assets had fixed themselves on Boganheim, dissecting and laying bear it's defenses.
A plan of attack was formulated. Four bombers would strike north armed with some of the best weapons in the arsenal, stealthy long range terrain-hugging cruise missiles. Their flight path had been planned with care, launched from the safety of the sea they would move in under cover of darkness and split up to chart snaking paths across Boganhem. Using the terrain to their advantage they would bypass the thickest of Boganhem's air defenses on the way to the target before converging for the kill.
The four bombers between them carried thirty two missiles. Overkill by any measure, but the public ultimatum had made absolutely clear what the Allied States objectives were and Boganhem's defenders were on high alert. The missiles would present a difficult target for even the best defenders, but it was a long flight over hostile ground. If even one or two missiles reached the target it would be a success. The facility would burn and Kyiv's power made clear.
