The Australian-British Conflict
((OOC: For those of you who wish to participate in the conflict, you must PM me to do so. In this thread, the italicized print will be RP secret, the bold print will be news broadcasts. Regular print will be reserved for "open" secrets.))
_10 Downing Street
Prime Minister Clegg called the emergency meeting late that night, and his Cabinet had hoped to go home early, but the meeting was of the utmost importance. Mr. Harvey, the Secretary of State for Defence, stood up first in the meeting room.
"Mr. Prime Minister; we've received some intelligence regarding The Australian States," Mr. Harvey began. "Our sources indicate that the Australian army are planning a strike against our blockades of the Sydney and Melbourne Harbours. The ships that are currently there will get outnumbered and we may lose 400 men per ship."
Mr. Clegg looked in horror at the Defence Secretary. Thoughts were racing through his mind at a mile a minute; he quickly composed himself.
"Do we know their numbers yet?" asked Mr. Clegg
"Not exactly," replied Mr. Harvey, "but seeing as it is their home field advantage, we should assume more than what we have."
"What are our options?"
"We can either retreat or take the losses and declare war on the Australian States." Mr. Clegg placed his hands over his face and hair before letting out a long, pained breath. The idea of another war did not seem to make him any less tense.
"Then we should retreat; I can't stomach another armed conflict," Mr. Clegg said.
"With all do respect sir, retreat and defeat would end your tenure as Prime Minister. Your approval ratings are already taking a hit, and only if you go with the public will and fight back will you be successful," Mr. Harvey responded. The rest of the Cabinet nodded. Mr Clegg looked around and felt as though he had no choice anymore.
"Fine; but if they attack within the next five days, we have no way to protect the troops already there in Australia."_
The Australian States
_Prime Minister Gillard was in her war room in Canberra with the Cabinet's military members. It had been a few weeks since the British blockade was in place, and many Australians have protested the government to do something about it. However, the Prime Minister didn't know what she could do. Nearly every day, there were meetings in order to decide what to go through with next. Mr. Stephen Smith, Minister for Defence, opened the meeting.
"I think the time is right for an Australian attack on the British blockade," said Mr. Smith.
"Really?" Prime Minister Gillard asked. "What would be the plan of action then?"
"Night time submarine and missile attack. It has at least a 94% chance of winning. Through our mole in the British navy, we have found out that the blockade is not fully staffed and that any attack on it would eventually lead to its demise."
"Will we lose anyone?"
"A few, but not as many as the British." Ms. Gillard looked at her briefing before coming up with a decision a lot quicker than most would expect.
"Okay...go forward with the plan. But make sure that no one is within any line of fire at Sydney Harbour. Mr. Albanese (Minister for Transportation and Infrastructure), make sure that all traffic gets diverted from any main thoroughfares crossing the harbour by at least 20:00. We cannot get any civilian casualties or the revolution movement will die out slowly."_
22 June 2012
London, United Kingdom
10 Downing St.
_"Prime Minister..." said a voice from the hallway outside of the living quarters at Number 10.
"Yes?" asked PM Clegg in a slightly irritated voice. He wasn't feeling very well and had been bedridden after he carried out his duties in the House of Commons.
"Sir, we have to call you into the Cabinet Room. Our fleets and air force are almost at Western Australia." Clegg certainly didn't want to get up, but, fever and all, he decided it was absolutely necessary. In the most unceremonious dress (bed attire), he shuffled out of his bed.
Mr Harvey was once again leading the discussion. He seemed to hate every time he came in contact with Mr. Harvey lately. After the abysmal interview he gave for the European Union news podcast, nothing could really recover his psyche. Sure, the British people supported him even more, but it wasn't something that he could be proud.
"Nick, our fleets and air force have now coordinated their landing at the Western Australian region. They will begin the siege of Perth within 24 hours with your permission. We have knowledge that the Australians have concentrated their efforts in Sydney and Melbourne," said Mr. Harvey.
"How many do we have out there?"
"Read for yourself." Mr. Hague handed Mr. Clegg a document detailing the British commitment:
30 Squadrons of Fighter Jets
10 Squadrons of Fighter-Bombers
3 Squadrons of Bombers
30 Patrol Boats
1 Amphibious Assault Carrier
"Once we seize strategic points at Perth, we will be able to send more naval support. That is what we are working with at the moment, so we must be careful with the Australians. We may have to find a way to long-range attack them. Cruise missiles, all of that." PM Clegg just couldn't bring himself to recognize anything and nodded blankly.
"Just do what you must; this whole war has made me sick," said the PM._
24 June 2012
Outside of Perth, Western Australia
The sun had been up for a while now, and from a distance, the city of Perth could be seen. The British armed forces had secured an abandoned airfield 10 miles away from Perth. Truly, it was abandoned and the rolling hills of savannah grass for miles and miles proved it. Western Australia had an air of frontier life still, even as the metropolitan area of Perth grew. Leading 3 squadrons of fighter jets and one squadron of fighter-bombers, the 24th RAF Squadron (Commonwealth) and Wing Commander T. Jones could see the savannah turn into suburbs. They knew that the Australians would be able to see them on radar, and the biggest goal was to knock out at least one of the radar towers.
"How far till target?" asked the Wing Commander.
"1.3 miles," replied a female voice. "Orders are to take out the radar tower of the airport and government buildings. Limit any collateral."
"Roger. All right, everyone; it's show time."
As they flew towards the airport, one bomber and four jets flanking it in each direction flew to a better vantage point. Commander Jones could only hear the communication.
"Target lock....got it."
The Australian States
17 July 2012
End of a Phone Conversation
"We'll have to attack the British out by Alice Springs in the morning," said Prime Minister Gillard over video conference. "If we can take out Alice Springs advantage, the British will have to back up to Perth and the ocean, as their supply chain will be ruined. I'm counting on you Gen. McNamarra."