This fanfic is Co-Written by DocFossil

Chapter 10- All out war

Odins Beach, Sergean J. Marlow

09:32am

On the shore of Odins beachc the situation worsened for the Berkians. "Incoming!"

They lost their Drone support due to Berserk electronic warfare tactics and hardware.

The main bulk of the Berserk landing forces has landed in the Beach and are fighting to establish a Beachhead.

"Do not let them through!" Yelled Sergeant Marlow. Just seconds before his position was hit by an Bomb. The Aircraft which dropped the deadly ordnance, made a U-turn and strafed their position again but now with it's machine gun.

"Stay low! This sucker's coming again"

"Contact left Contact left" Yelled a Berkian soldier as he spotted Berserk Marines trying to flank their position.

Marlow fired a Burst into the enemy Marines and dropped them. He ducked as he heard a round zip past him and hit an Solider behind him. Then he felt his Radio operator tapping him on the shoulder. "Sarge! Fortress Delta has fallen. They're abandoning the east bank". Marlow stared in disbelief. How hard was the enemy hitting them. These defense points where named Fortress for a Reason.

"Command also said, that enemy Air units are rotating from the East bank to our location. We'll be bombed into oblivion". Marlow couldn't answer. He was shocked. All happened so fast. Suddenly his radio operator dropped to the ground, dead. A bulled went into his skull.

"Pete. Take over the radio!" He yelled. The soldier nicknamed Pete, ran to him, keeping his head low. Once there he lifted the dead body from the radio and just in the right moment, he heard a call coming from Command.

"All Fortress units be advised, we're linking you to Striker".

Pete took over the radio and ran up to Marlow. "Sarge. Our Air boys are coming". Marlow had a grin on his face. "Tell them to Target the red Smoke". Marlow ordered and Pete nodded in acknowledgment.

"Fortress bravo, this is Striker 2-1, ready for target acquisition, over".

"Striker 2-1 your a blessing from the gods. Target the red Smoke! I say again. Lay waste to the he red smoked area. How copy?"

"This is Striker 2-1 good copy. Keep your heads down".

The A-10 squadron, Call sign Striker, broke formation and went into a dive, almost performing a dive bomb. Then their 30mm Gau 8 Avenger Gatling cannons fired. The distinct BRRRRRT sound cheered many Berkians up. They all knew and loved this sound, because it's the sound of their savior.

"Striker 2-1 good hit i say again good hit"

"Copy that. I'm bugging out and shaking the fighters". After the strafe the A-10s banked hard right, heading for mainland berk, before going full throttle and leaving the battlefield.

Meanwhile above the Battlefield

BAF 1st Fighter squadron, Call sign Joker

Squadron leader, Captain Mark You Forster, Call sign Monster

10:32am

4 BAF F-15 Eagles flew in formation heading to Odins beach. They where the spear tip to establish Air superiority. Their load out was fully trimmed on Air to air combat. All of them had a bunch of Aim-120 D Amraam Missiles for beyond visual range fighting and for close up encounters they had Aim-9X missiles. The Aim-9X Being the latest model of the Aim-9 infrared Guided missile.

"Joker squadron, this is Awacs Hooligan. I got multiple bandits on my Radar. Baring 0-8-3, they're chasing our A-10s". The Awacs plane gave out or relayed orders from command for the Squadron and helped them in identifying Targets and engaging them.

"Copy that Hooligan, we're heading to intercept".

"Be advised, enemy air defenses are active at 20 clicks from shore".

"Copy that."

"Joker-1, i got them on my radar. Should we engage?" Asked Joker-3, one of the Pilots in Joker squadron.

"Negative. The A-10s are to close. We need to get up close and personal".

"Wilco, i like that". Said Joker-4, the only Female Pilot in Joker Squadron.

They went full Afterburner while the A-10s gave their best to evade the attacks of the enemy Fighters.

"Joker squadron, this is Striker. Where the hell are you. We can't take it any longer!" Yelled Striker 2-1.

Suddenly the J-10 behind Striker 2-1 went up in a ball of flames as the Aim-9X hit it's target. The remaining J-10 Fighters Broke formation and scattered to evade the F-15s.

"Hell yeah! Splash 1". Yelled Joker-2.

"I'm on his tail. I got missile lock. Missile away. Splash 1 Splash-1". Said Joker-3.

The F-15s went into a beautiful dance of life or death. The grace, the planes moved with was truly stunning. If there wasn't a War waging right now, one could have thought these planes where doing an Airshow.

"This fucker won't give up". Said Joker-4 as she waited for the high pitch growl, the sidewinder made when it locked on. But then a warning signal sounded inside her own Cockpit.

"Shit. One's behind me. This fucker got a lock on me".

The warning signal changed indicating a Missile was in the air.

"Joker-4, Smoke in the air, bank right". She pulled to the right and evaded the missile. The Warning System didn't shut off, indicating another missile was on it's way to her.

"Joker-4 another one".

"Shit. The got a lock on me too". Said Joker-2.

"Tally 4 bandits, six o'clock high". Warned Joker-3.

"Hooligan, where did these bandits come from?!". Asked Joker-1 trying to shake the enemy fighter.

"Bandits seem to be SU-27 Flanker. Do not engage in Dogfighting".

Joker-1 made use of his better thrust to weight ratio and pulled upwards and then hard to the left. Joker-2 on the other hand didn't have as much luck. A missile just nearly missed him. Only because of his flares he managed to get out of that situation.

Despite the orders of his Squadron leader, he went into a dogfight against a more maneuverable Fighter.

Joker-2 made any maneuver he could pull of in a F-15 to not get shot down by the SU-27's Gun. In a Moments notice Joker-2 pulled both the Trottle handle and his joystick back, then pushed them back forward, doing a Cobra maneuver and letting the SU-27 overshoot.

"Joker-2, no dogfighting!". Ordered Joker-1, but it fell on deaf ears. Joker-2 still chasing the Bandit trying to aline his gun to get a good killing blow. Just before he could press the trigger, the SU-27 Pilot Pulled a high G turn. He made a looping and once alined he fired a burst of 35mm bullets into Joker-2's plane. The right wing and Engine where both torn apart. There was no other way but to eject.

"Joker-2 Eject Eject!". Ordered Joker-1.

Meanwhile Joker-4 scored the kill on the J-10 she was chasing earlier. But now there was an SU-27 on her tail and the one which was chasing Joker-2 was on her now too. She tried her best but shaking off to capable fighter jets was to much.

"Fuck! I can't shake this bastards".

Suddenly her Radar popped for half a second. The two SU-27s chasing her broke off and it looked like they where evading missiles but there where none. Suddenly one of the Bandits went up in flames. Then the other.

"Raptor-1, Splash two".

"Raptor-2 Tally 3 bandits. 12 o'clock. Look at them scatter".

"This is Raptor-1 to Raptor Squadron. Y'all are free to fire".

"Raptor-2, wilco".

"Raptor-3, understood".

"Raptor-4, copy that. Missile away".

3 AMRAAM Missiles screeched towards the three remaining fighters as they tried their best to shake the missile lock but it was in vain.

"Raptor Squadron, skies are clear".

"Roger that Hooligan".

The three F-15 Eagles linked up with their Savior, 4 F-22 A Raptor. The 2 A-10's have returned to the beach while the two Squadrons covered the Airspace.

7 miles of Odin's Beach

51st Armored Regiment, Call sign Bishop, Bulldog and Lynx

Lieutenant O. Lennard

11:16am

"Bishop's create the Spear tip. Bulldogs, you guys once there, let your infantry out and then cover them with your 30mm. And Lynx makes the rear end as reserve. All Call signs how copy?"

"Bishop-Lead copies".

"Bulldog-Lead, my grunts are ready to kick some ass".

"Lynx-lead, good copy".

"Alright let's role". The formation of Tanks and IFVs rolled towards their destination. Odin's beach. Once there, their guns and Infantry can provide crucial support for the completely thin stretched National Guards guys.

"51st, this is Commander McLinsey, how copy".

"Read you good and clear Commander. Send traffic".

"Fortress Delta fallen. Sent out a detachment of your regiment to retake it".

"Copy that Commander". Lieutenant Lennard switched channels to address his whole regiment. "Lynx-Lead. Take your detachment and half of Bulldog's IFVs and break off towards Fortress Delta. Your objective is to retake it".

"Wilco Lieutenant".

"Gods speed gentlemen". Said Lieutenant Lennard before the Lynx detachment went their own way.

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"Tank left Tank left!"

"FIRING!" The 120mm gun of the M2A5 rocked back as an SABOT round left the barrel and penetrated a B-88 tank and destroyed it.

"All Bishops, keep pushing!" Said Lennard over the radio. They already lost more than half of their IFVs to enemy fire and a dozen or so Tanks. The National Guard was completely decimated by the point the 51st arrived. Except for Sergeant Marlow and a couple of others, there was no one left. There also was no Air support available since an A-10 Crashed into the Control tower, effectively destroying it.

The Air superiority fighters where outmatched and outnumbered by enemy air defense and Enemy fighters coming from an Aircraft Carrier. Enemy destroyers and Cruisers acted as SAM launchers, actively hunting down the non stealthy F-15s. The F-22 Raptors where good but even an Raptor runs out of ammunition eventually.

"This is Fortress Commander McLinsey. All units still out there, fall back. We're abandoning the beach. I say again. Fall back into the mainland we are abandoning the beach.

References:

BAF- Berk Air Force

Aim-120 D AMRAAM- Radar Guided Long range Air to air Missile

Aim-9X- Infrared guided short range Air to air Missile

M2A5 Land Dragon- M1A2 Abrams

M5A2 Speed Stinger IFV- FV510 Warrior IFV

Clicks- Kilometers

B-88- Russian T-80