Possible Indian Military Scenarios - Part III

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Postby Dileep » 12 Aug 2005 02:36

I have started processing volume II of the thread. FYI, so work is not duplicated. Will send the indexed volume to Sunil latest by weekend.

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Postby p_saggu » 12 Aug 2005 04:01



It had been raining all evening, the wind was gusty, and the air bore the smell of the earth – the parched earth had finally received succor. The premonsoon showers had finally arrived. It was a dark cloudy night which was filled with the humming of a thousand insects and throaty roars of a hundred frogs, belching out their music.

Lieutenant Commander Ajay Kumar stood inside the partially open door of a hanger staring out into the dark night. The rain was down to a just a drizzle now, the air much cooler. He watched the Gulfstream land and slowly taxi up to the hanger on a faraway corner of the main ATC tower. This was the area, the Navy used for its operations. The runway was still shared between Civilian and the naval aircraft. (This had raised the hackles of the navy brass before, but in the absence of another large airstrip – except Panaji 30 Kms north, there was no other place for the fairly large number of chartered and regular airline flights to land in Goa. There was always the talk of plans for a hi-tech, exclusively commercial airport to cater to the ever increasing hoards of tourists, hippies, and the like, that came to Goa – incessantly. But just like all things sarkari, these remained – just plans, stuck up in the phase of land acquisition). His thoughts went back to the events of the evening – it had happened so suddenly…

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Ajay had just been sitting down to have dinner with the family, when he received a call from the CO to come to HQ pronto. He had rushed to the office, to find everyone very quiet and tense. There in the low lit room what he heard had made him forget the dinner, he had missed. The team from New Delhi had arrived an hour ago after the CO had received a call form CNS no less. National security advisor, A S Salgotra, two navy guys from Naval headquarters - one from naval intelligence. The other two belonged to RAW and IB. After brief introductions, they had proceeded on to the OPS room, a room filled with whiteboards, maps, TV monitors, a dozen phones and communication equipment – it resembled the innards of a satellite launch center. Everyone occupied seats at the large conference table, strategically inclined along the room so that everyone could get a good view of the main screen. A technician was already readying the presentations.

Salgotra began without delay. “Well we all know, operations against pakistan are about to get into high gear. The navy with the INS Viraat carrier battle group has been redeployed to the western sector and has been tasked with a complete naval blockade of the Islamic Republic of Pakistan. While things have progressed fairly smoothly uptil now, we have just received some intelligence which is extremely interesting, and vital enough for us to be meeting here. Mr. Bose, from RAW, will bring us up to date”.
Bose nodded to the technician and began his story. “Ever since the Pakistanis developed a nuclear option, their problems have been related to actual deployment of these weapons. Uptil 1997, when they finally mated a weapon with their North Korean missiles, their weapons were for use only to be toss dropped from an F 16, or a cargo C 130, in what would essentially be a suicide mission.”

“Our earlier estimates about the inability of their weapons to withstand the stresses of a ballistic missile flight stand corrected. Apparently their Chinese friends had passed on a much advanced design for a missile compatible weapon”.

“As we know, the Pakistanis are deploying their Shaheen series missiles on road mobile launchers, which keep changing position, very frequently. While we have had to deploy considerable human assets, to keep track of each launcher, and to inform us whenever the order to fire came – this was easy until last year, because their President would ring up the Crops Commander in the vicinity of each launcher, then an order to launch would proceed to the officer in charge of the launcher, who would confer and confirm with the president himself, and proceed onto launch phase.”

“As you can see, this rather cumbersome arrangement could be easily intercepted at several levels by us, and the Pakistanis realized this, and so they have very recently deployed a satellite based launch confirmation system. The transponder is on board one of their communication satellites, and the signal is believed to be encrypted with the Pakistan TV signal. The encryption equipment and decoders have been provided – you guessed it – by their all weather friends. A decoder is deployed now with each launcher. As soon as the signal goes out, the decoders light up and the Pakistanis will launch – we will never know beforehand, there will be little warning”. He waited for this to sink in, then proceeded, “It is extremely vital for us to get our hands on one of their decoders – A very large chunk of our intelligence assets have been tasked with this job – with no success – that is uptil now.”

Bose nodded to the technician, and he projected a photograph on the main screen. “This man is Dr. Feroze ahmad khan, Senior Scientist at Khan Research Laboratories. He’s done his Phd in Computer sciences from an American university. A fairly brilliant fellow, with a few inventions of his own too. He heads a division dealing with computer systems and electronics integration at KRL, mostly mundane non nuclear stuff. Unfortunately for him, he is an ahmediya muslim. This has resulted in him languishing at a mediocre position in the food chain, of what is the Pakistan nuclear industry. Apparently his inventions got registered in his bosses name, they got all the credit (and the Money) while he just sucked up. Well, he has been very helpful to us over the last several years and we have just been informed by our contact that he may just help us with that decoder business - his condition – he needs evacuation form Pakistan, and asylum in India.

“The, err… the RAPE class, (** Apparently this terminology had come to stick with the Indian intelligence - military establishment, who, it is believed were in the habit of visiting a certain forum on the net), Err… as I said, the more affluent Pakistanis, have moved their families and monetary assets out of Pakistan, ever since this Bangladesh problem erupted. Of late almost everyone seems to be traveling to Europe, having extended stays there. Our good Khan Sahib has also sent his wife and kids on a European soiree to France, where they are in touch with the Indian embassy.”

“Dr. Khan is now in Ormara, overseeing the setting up of a hardened bunker to house and service the nuclear missile launchers. He informs us that some new satcomm equipment has just arrived, which we might be very interested in…”
Bose was interrupted midway by Salgotra, he looked straight at Ajay. “We are here at MARCOS HQ, Cochin today, because IB informs us about an interesting scenario prepared by Cdr Ajay, a few months back, which entailed the evacuation of some embassy officials by sea from a costal town. We were just wondering, if it is applicable in our situation here”.

Two hours later after going through maps and satellite pics, and the various intel data available, a call was made to the PM’s Office. Salgotra said just a few words, “We have a go”.

Now was the turn of the Navy guys to kick in, CO sahib addressed Ajay. “Your QRS group is now activated. The operation is designated “SPEARHEAD”. You are to move to dabolim stat, where you will receive the equipment form BARC, you will then proceed on as per plan, and be in a position to rapidly deploy pending final go ahead. Jai hind! And go kick some Ass Ajay”.

Ajay was a bundle of energy, he half ran to his jeep. A quick stopover at the officer’s mess to get his junior, Lt Ravinderjeet, who as usual was watching a soap on TV. Ajay gently tapped Ravinder’s shoulder and motioned him to step outside.
“Evening Boss, Kya ho raha hai sir?”
Ajay spoke slowly, almost smiling, “Get ready Ravinder, we are going to Pakistan…”

Ajay made a small detour to the barracks to ready his men, then headed home for a quick bite and to get his gear. He found rashmi, his wife, waiting at the door. Ten minutes later he was ready, saying his goodnights to shreya – his 2 year old daughter, and rashmi. He drove to the helipad, munching a toast – better have something to eat, it was going to be a very long night. Rashmi watched him leave. They had been neighbors since they were kids, gone to the same school. Ajay had joined the navy, then Special Forces training, and finally posted with the marine commando force.

Ajay found his men loading gear onto a Seaking helo that would take them. Soon enough, the seven men – four of them sporting beards, were airborne.

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A thunderclap brought Ajay back to the present tense. The Gulfstream had come to a stop right in front of the hanger, its door already open and three men carrying small briefcases disembarked. A few handshakes later, they proceeded to a room on the side of the hanger.

“This is a Geiger Muller counter. It has been enhanced at BARC so that it works at an enhanced range. It also samples the type of isotope which is emitting the radioactivity. It records everything onto a SD/MMC card inside. Please use it in the area around the bunkers, and please, try and bring it back in one piece”.

The next briefcase was opened to bring out a small contraption, which resembled a transistor, with a telescopic antenna. “This has just been flown in from Hyderabad. The DRDO is still testing it. It is called the PRITAM - ‘Precision Targeting Module’. It will emit a beacon-signal which would precision-guide a missile strike to its location. The CEP would be about a meter or so. It will be in a standby mode and radio silent, and will activate when the missile is about a minute away. As soon as we get clearance, we will launch a brahmos strike at your target. I would advise you all to clear the area well in time.”

Shake hands and best of lucks were done with. Ajay carried the briefcases back to the seaking inside the hanger, motioning to the pilots to get a move on. The engine kicked up and the helicopter made its way out of the hanger, its tail rotor starting up. A few minutes later they were airborne, headed northwest, into the Arabian ocean.

Two hours later, the chopper reached their first stop - the massive flight deck of INS Vikramaditya, (Formerly the Admiral Gorshkov), now stationed just off Bombay high. Even at this early hour, two fully loaded Mig 29s, their pilots in the cockpits were on the flight deck, one on the take off ramp, ready to take off in a minute’s notice, the other on standby, ready to follow. These were unsual times, the carrier and its battle group were on high alert. The chopper and its occupants refueled, then took off northwards. “Bad weather ahead” announced the pilot, as it began raining quite heavily, the wind quite stormy.

10:30 AM Somewhere in the Arabian Ocean

By the time they reached, their next stop, the rain had intensified, and the weather took the shape of a tropical storm, with near gale force winds, the sea very rough. The seaking’s engine sputtering, and fighting against the wind. Except for the occasional thunderclaps, it was now quite dark outside. The passengers of the chopper saw first the lights, then the heaving silhouette of INS Ganga – the guided missile destroyer. The ship itself shook very precariously in the nearly two meter high waves, more so, because it had slowed down to allow the chopper to land – its stabilizers now no longer active. One of the destroyer’s seaking had had to launched a few minutes ago, to allow the MARCOS chopper to land ( At 4000 tonnes, the Godavari class destroyers could house two seakings – but just about. No allowance for another chopper to land on in this weather). The powerful wind and rain, and the near darkness, made their landing on the flight deck a rather hair raising job. The pilot finally managing to land on their sixth attempt, the landing crew securing the chopper with cables even as they landed. The commandoes on board the chopper watched on, not envying the landing crew’s job – the way the ship rolled and pitched, the landing crew faced near-certain death should one of them wash off into the ocean.
Fourty minutes, hot coffee, fuel and good byes later, they were underway, traveling north to rendezvous with their insertion vessel – INS Shankul - the fourth of the T 209-1500 ‘Sishumar Class’ submarine. Commissioned in 1994, the German design boasted of a rescue pod, high speed and maneuverability, higher levels of crew comfort, and above all the ability to go about its job silently – an absolute must for this mission. The Shankul itself was due for an upgrade (Her sister ships had already completed the upgrade which involved among others, the addition of a new section and a Fuel cell system, to provide AIP – and increased duration of operation. She would be out of service for the better part of a year, and she was to head to Mazagaon dockyard ltd, in about a month’s time. But first, important things lay at hand.

INS Shankul had been patrolling the depths of the Arabian sea, 200 Kms off pakistan’s coastline, when her VLF equipment came alive. Cdr A N Nair commanding the Shankul had been ordered to rendezvous with an aerial vector at point zeta, and proceed as per further orders. “Aerial Vector indeed” thought Nair, a chopper rendezvous this far north, meant only one thing – another one of those MARCOS ops to Pakistan. It was almost always spine chilling going so deep into enemy waters, waiting for the commandos to get back, then beating a hasty retreat into the cold depths of the ocean.

The seaking arrived at the submarine. It had taken a wee bit longer to locate the sub, because the sub captain had ordered no flares to be fired. Just a red beacon light marked the sub’s presence. The Lt Cdr Ajay, Lt Ravinderjeet and five men along with bags of guns and ammo, and two deflated and compactly folded Gemini boats, descended onto the sub. The gemini’s were lodged inside a compartment on the outer hull of the sub, just fore of the sail, while the commandoes proceeded inside. The sub itself dived and proceeded at 18 knots due north to the launching pont.

Now was the time for the MARCOS guys to get some sleep. They were to be up and awake at night. The sub continued its northward journey, the final 50 odd kilometers, creeping at 3 knots, sonar on passive mode, close to the sea floor – coming to periscope depth only once to signal their arrival off Ormara. Cdr. Nair took the sub to within 8 Kms of the shoreline, when night fell. The final journey of the raiding team would be on speed boats, when they would be at their most vulnerable. The final go ahead had arrived a few minutes ago.

A sailor brought a print of a VLS message that was just coming in. Cdr. Nair read it then handed it over to Ajay. The submarine ascended to periscope depth. The periscope and the surface search radar emerged just above the sea, confirming no contacts. The sonar also reported no contacts. “Looks clear to me, time to rock n roll boys” Nair peering into the periscope, “Go kick some ass Ajay, Jai hind.”




Confidential Task Order 2008/BR/1124/01 20:07 Hrs
To: INS Shankul
From: DG Operations Nau Sena Kamaan
Sub: Operation Spearhead

• Operation spearhead is now status green.
• Complete radio silence will be maintained by all involved platforms during the operational phase.
• Satellite based secure communication shall however continue to be used for necessary communication and coordination.
• Ingress team will continue to use local loop communication in addition to satellite communication for coordination with sea based platforms as necessary.
• INS Rajput (D 51) and INS Veer (K 91) will provide necessary cover on a need basis.
• Two airborne platforms are requisitioned form the Indian Air Force to provide Missile cover at the termination of the mission



Upon receipt of the final go ahead, Lt Cdr Ajay, Lt Ravinder, and their team of five men completed their final checks. Even as the submarine ascended to periscope depth, two divers from the sub descended into the waters and opened the compartments housing the Gemini boats on the outer hull of the sub. They attached high pressure air lines to the boats, and then released the fully inflated boats which came up on the sea and floated around the sub. Cdr Nair, having confirmed no Air or sea contacts, brought the sail of the sub just above the waterline.

It was a dark overcast night. The breeze outside was already picking up and blowing with a humid heaviness – “It’s going to rain all night” thought Ajay. Even in the pitch darkness he could see the wave tops break into white foam because of the wind. The commando team carefully loaded their gear on the two boats, then as the silenced outboard motors revved up, they speeded their way towards the shore. INS Shankul descended back into the depths of the dark ocean and a few minutes later was exiting the area to a safer waiting point 15 Kms off shore.

The seven men on the boats watched the sea shore arrive through the Night vision scopes of their guns. There was no talk – henceforth all differences of rank, creed, - all divisions dissipated. What remained was camaraderie as pure and simple as it gets. Tonight they had only each other to depend on. Their lives depended on each other. Each member of the team avoided thoughts of not making it back. The dress code for tonight’s party was somewhat distinct. Black Pathan Suits, black woolen skull caps along with small backpacks, where each member carried the tools of his trade – Except Ramanna – the sniper. He carried a long bag, which resembled a golf set containing a PSG -3 sniper rifle with Night vision telescopic sight. The other team members carried silenced Tavor TAR 21 5.56mm commando assault rifles - two magazines taped upside down, silenced 9mm pistols and grenades and several clips of ammo. Ravinder fingered the ring of one of the grenades – “hope it won’t come down to these” he thought – having to use grenades meant a mess-up, a last resort when things were not going smoothly. Also being the eternal romantic, he preferred the old MP5 rifles – he had gotten so used to them during training. “When you fire an MP5, you fired something” he mused – the Tavors were much smoother – soundless except for a hissing sound, almost no kick on firing – like a video game shooter, but the rate of fire was awesome and the weapon itself fitted to the body like a dream – like it was an extension of the self. They all wore closed circuit earphones and small collar mikes, carefully concealed for the casual viewer. Ajay carried in addition a GPS receiver, accurately pinpointing their location down to 2 meters.

The boats jumped on the choppy water, and the crew held on. The last kilometer was covered using oars. No sense drawing unnecessary attention. The boats were refueled and hidden amongst a thorny shrub on a small beach. Ramanna – the sniper vaguely recognized this area. He had been here the year before…

The Gawadar – Karachi coastal highway is a four lane highway build with Chinese assistance, to provide a land route linking the Gawadar deep sea port and the economic capital Karachi. At this site the highway lay half a kilometer inland. At 9 PM, there was unusually heavy traffic. A large convoy of civilian trucks carrying stickers “On Army Duty”, with Pak army escorts, carried freshly unloaded ammo (Generously provided by Pakistan’s middle-east friends in the middle of a war) from Gawadar port to forward posts, where the pakistan army was just about managing to hold onto their last positions facing a massive Indian assault. The commando team let the convoy pass, then made their way further inland, along a road to camp ormara – an army establishment very close to Ormara airport.

Camp Ormara bore a deserted look. All fighting elements, having been moved to fighting formations on the frontline. What remained was a ghost staff manning the outpost. In command was Major Ehsan Mallick. For an officer the rank of a Major to man an empty outpost of about 40 odd men was indeed intriguing. The big secret was that the good major was a distant cousin of the Chief marshal law admininstrator and President of Pakistan Gen. Kareen Khan. Maj. Malik was a wayward youth, raised in the lap of luxury in feudal Punjab. He had picked up the drinking habit very early indeed, and had progressed on to hardcore narcotics. Seeing their son losing his footing, his father had approached his relative and young ehsan’s cousin, Kareen, a brigader at that time, to enlist him into the army. Always on the lookout for a trusted hand, Brig. Kareen Khan had guided the career of Ehsan through the Pakistan military academy and beyond. Despite review after review reporting his unsuitability and behaviour unbecoming for an officer of the pakistan armed forces, Ehsan was made the ADC to the president when the now General had ascended to the throne of Chief of army staff (This was done with the obvious motive of keeping a close tab on the activities of the president). Major Ehsan’s stay as the ADC was however rather shortlived, when he had gotton drunk at their regimental raising day ball and tried to molest the young daughter of a Brigader. What was worse, was that he had been caught in the act by the girl’s father. But this was the COAC’s cousin we were talking about. Overnight, young Ehsan had been banished from the scene and been posted to Ormara, four years back, and was there ever since. The officers back at the regiment heaved a sigh of relief, that the good major would not be given the onerous task of leading soldiers into battle – ‘god only knew what other gadbad-shadbud he would do’.

True to his nature, tonight was no different. Major Ehsan was drunk, and was in the company of two women, at his quarters. The general tenor of the camp therefore was one of leisurely routine. The MARCOS team arrived at the nearly empty Officer’s mess, where the Engineers were allotted their quarters. The mess itself was outside the barbed wire fence of the camp. While the rest of the team gave cover, Lt Cdr Ajay, carrying just his pistol, with Chief Petty Officer A. N. Bose, who hid his Tavor under his Pathan waistcoat, confidently strolled into the mess and knocked on the door of room 06. Dr. Feroz Ahmad Khan, opened the door, a quizzical look on his face, which turned to horror as realization dawned as to the identy of his visitors. Ajay and Bose brushed him aside and quickly entered the room, pulling him along.
“Room clear hai”, reported Bose.
“Dr. Khan hum aap ke liye aaye hain. Aap ke paas haamare kaam ka kuch saaman hai?” (Dr. khan we have come for you. I believe you have something for us)
“Aap Log…” Khan.
“Samaan kahan hai?”Ajay. (Where is it?)
Khan was already sweating, his heart pounding. He was either going to die for this or would nearly die doing this.
“The… the equipment is inside the camp, in the CO’s safe. We have to hurry. A Missile launcher with troops is headed here for repairs. They can be here at any time.”
Ajay did not like what he heard. Each launcher was protected by about 50 heavily armed troops including at least ten commandos. The CO’s office coming into the picture had just made things messy.
“OK, you pack up – One briefcase, only your papers and CDs.” Bose ripped apart Dr Khan’s Laptop with his knife and tore out the hard disk. “No false moves,” Ajay motioned to Bose, “He will be covering you.”
Five minutes later they quietly walked out of the mess and headed towards the fenced camp. Ramanna, slipped away to climb atop a water tower, forty feet up. Set up his rifle and night vision scope and waited. From his vantage point he had an excellent view of the camp, more importantly the Office barrack directly faced him. He could provide very good cover.

The camp itself was quite dark, and only lit up in patches with sodium vapour lamps – the army was on war alert! The team split into three groups after they cut through the fencing. Ajay and Raju, Ravinder and Afzal proceeded parallel to each other, amidst a row of storehouse barracks, each covering the other group, hand held thermal imagers guiding them. Bose, Chauhan and Dr Khan followed a good ten paces behind them.

Ramanna reported at least two armed guards, on the main gate, two more opposite the office barracks. One soldier patrolled the road with a torchlight and stick. The dogs started the action as soon as they smelled the commandoes. Barking away and rushing towards them. The patrol guard stopped and started to wave his flashlight in their direction, even as they stiffened against the barrack walls.

As soon as the guard was in the darkness Ravinder’s Tavor hissed, two bullets tearing away the guard’s forehead. His fall was controlled by Afzal, who dragged him away. Ahead lay a courtyard, beyond which two guards chatted away in front of the office complex. A similar fate befell the two guards, the two teams pouncing on the bodies, as soon as their brains were blown out.

Subedar major Imtiaz Beig was dozing off in a room adjoining the CO’s office. He was rudely shaken up with a hand covering his mouth and a gun pointed on his face. Ajay whispered, “CO sahib ka safe”. Imtiaz picked up a bunch of keys from the key rack, and quietly lead them into the office, opening the safe.

“Bose, aa jao idhar”, whispered ajay into the microphone. Bose and Dr Khan entered the room. Dr. Khan removed a Brown briefcase from the safe and opened it. Inside lay a small laptop computer with an attached satellite phone. Ajay closed the briefcase, while Raju started to remove other files from the safe and put them into his backpack.

It all happened suddenly, the mess up they feared. Yet another guard suddenly rounded their corner and his flashlight caught two figures bearing guns wearing Pathan suits. “Kaun hai wahan” the guard shrieked, retracing his steps to get back into the corner, even as both Ravinder and Afzal fired. A few bullets got the guard dead center, but a few rammed onto the tin barrack wall behind. The armed guards at the main gate heard the commotion, one of them running in their direction, shouting “Kya Hu…” The poor fellow never completed his sentence. Ramanna’s sniper rifle tore opened his chest with a thud – the guard suddenly convulsing, all his joints flexed, the fingers too, which squeezed the trigger of his Kalashnikov, letting off a hail of bullets into the dark night. His comrade watched from the gate too shocked to react. Two seconds later he joined his colleague as a bullet blew opened his neck.

Inside the office, Subedar Imtiaz pushed Raju, dived across the room and removed a pistol from a drawer in one go. Gunfire erupted in the room as the commandos beat a hasty retreat, dragging Khan and the briefcases alongwith them. Bose threw in a grenade, closing the door behind him as they all dived for cover. The grenade exploded with devastating effect, setting the room on fire.

Suddenly it was all quite again.

But the damage had been done. A few armed soldiers began pouring out of their barrack. A distress call was made over the wireless at the armed forces frequency about ongoing firing at Ormara camp – possible intruders.

The commandos beat a hasty retreat to the periphery of the camp, engaging soldiers as they were encountered. Ramanna kept taking out bogies as and when they appeared in the clear. At one particular moment someone spotted the flame of the bullet leaving the sniper rifle atop the tank, and so everyone started firing at the water tank. Ramanna retreated backwards, but not before he had taken out two more targets. A sudden burning sensation ripped through his left shoulder, as he fell backwards, another bullet hit him on the abdomen. “Mujhe goli lag gayi” he informed. “Just hold on, we’re coming”.

The commandos reached the newly constructed missile launcher bunkers. It was a concrete structure, built partly underground, projecting only a few feet overground. They entered by a side gate, and closed the door behind them – a few minutes of respite. Inside were two missile launchers, one of them carrying a conventional HE warhead Ghauri missile, the other empty. Ajay took out the Geiger-muller counter and gave the bunkers a quick check. “Nothing here” he announced. “OK time to split”. They exited, and Inside were two missile launchers, one of them carrying a conventional HE Ghauri missile. Ajay set up the Targeting module on top of the bunker. They reached the perimeter fence, got out and came onto a road.

“Ravinder, Afzal, go get Ramanna. We’ll split up and meet on the main road or at the beach” Barked Ajay, then almost shouted into his saathi terminal, “This is Spearhead, Targeting module is in place, taking moderate fire, evacuating target area. We need missile cover NOW.”

“Roger Spearhead. Please evacuate target area ASAP. Expect fireworks ETA 4 minutes”


“Roger Spearhead. Please evacuate target area ASAP. Expect fireworks ETA 4 minutes”

Almost immediately, two Su 30s flying over the Arabian Sea, some 200 Kms off Pakistan’s coast let loose the single Air launched Brahmos, each was carrying. The missiles fell free of their moorings for a second and half, then with controlled explosions, the air intake cover blew and separated from the front. The dark Arabian Sea lit up as the massive ramjets ignited with a loud roar, the missiles leaped forward like uncontrollable horses. The onboard guidance computers recognized their fellow and assigned targeting data and trajectory amongst themselves. Tonight, on the missile computer motherboard was an additional card, which processed terminal guidance data obtained from the encrypted high frequency targeting module.

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Through the night vision sight, Ravinder and Afzal could see soldiers moving towards the water tank, they quickly took them out with short controlled bursts. A jeep approached them which was unceremoniously stopped after their occupants - soldiers were cleaned out. On the seat by the driver slumped across was Major Ehsan Mallick dozing off, horribly drunk. He had been informed that his unit was under attack and was on his way to oversee his brave men vanquish the enemy. Ravinder recognized him, seeing the condition he was in; he dragged him out and kicked him into a ditch. Afzal ran up the tank while Ravinder covered the base of the water tower.
Ramanna was sitting propped up against a pipe, breathing heavily.
“Ramanna, ghar nahi jana kya?” Afzal
“Chal Chal” Ramanna.

Afzal rappelled down the tower, with Ramanna on his shoulders. They climbed onto the jeep, and picked up the other five on the way to the coast.

“How is Ramanna?” Ajay.
Ramanna managed a weak smile. Ajay tore open his shirt. With a torch he could see the shoulder wound was more or less a flesh wound, but the bullet had penetrated the right upper quadrant of his abdomen. He suspected the worst. The right lobe of the liver was probably shattered - associated bowel injury probably present too. Both would kill him – the former would bleed him to death, the latter would result in gross fecal contamination, and push him into unsalvageable septic shock. A veteran of a thousand missions, ajay took out his med kit, asked for the jeep to be stopped inside a field, away from the road. He gave Ramanna an antitetanus vaccine, and a tetglobin shot. Injection Tramadol 100mg (For the pain – that would invariably come later), set up an IV drip and let it run in rapidly adding 1 gm of magnamycin in the end, then let another bottle of Normal Saline go in slowly. This guy needed to be inside an OT fast.
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The distress call from camp Ormara had resulted in forces being dispatched to the site. A cobra attack helicopter, which was refueling at the nearby airport, took off to patrol the area. The Cobra had been assigned to cover the arms convoy enroute form Gawadar and was carrying two 40 mm rocket pods, in addition to its chain gun.
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Just as they got ready to go again, the ground trembled, the two Brahmos passed almost directly overhead, hugging the treetops. The massive sonic boom that followed merged with the sound of the missiles striking their targets.
Now, the Brahmos travels at nearly 3 times the speed of sound. The missile weighs a little less than 3 tons excluding the warhead. Three tons of steel hitting an object at three times the speed of sound will annihilate – the dastardly Indians had put in a 200 kilo bunker busting warhead into this monster.
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“As the Shiva danced the tandava… The Yama waited on the sidelines, atop his steed, rope in hand, watching mere mortals succumb to the might of the lord, his eyes shining, a smile on his lips…”
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A 15 foot charred crater was all that remained of the hardened bunkers – a 200 meter radius area from the site of impact including the entire camp was flattened out – everything – trees, construction, in that radius, burned to the ground. A massive fire raged at a fuel dump in the periphery of the camp.

The commandos meanwhile got onto their speed boats and headed off to sea, even as INS Shankul came upto periscope depth awaiting their return. Cdr Nair brought the submarine’s sail over the water as the speed boats reached it. The wounded were brought on board first and received due attention. In the submarine’s bridge, someone announced,

“Airborne vector, bearing 4 O Clock, heading towards us, 10 Kms approximately. Looks like a chopper”

Cdr Nair faced a difficult choice. He could close the hatch and dive immediately, and get the hell out of here. On the other hand three commandos and the scientist were still in the water, taking them all in would take another 5 minutes.
He decided, he would take the risk –this mission, all this effort would be lost if he closed the hatch. On the other hand the chopper (Which had by now been identified as a Cobra by the IFF) represented a serious threat. Nair ordered up a guy with a shoulder fired Igla Launcher.

Flying officer Abdul Hamid, flying the Cobra had just circled Camp Ormara, when his radar receiver detected a radar emission out into the sea. He quickly turned around to investigate. By now his radar was picking up a target about 12 Kms off shore. His FLIR could see something on the sea surface. His eyes widened when he came in close enough to recognize the sail of a submarine. Too stunned to speak, his hand pressed the trigger – his chain gun erupted with deadly ferocity spraying hot lead all over the water. He passed the sub now switching on the rockets.

Ajay pushed Khan and all other occupants into the water, taking cover behind the sail as the hail of bullets crossed them. Some hit the sail making small squash ball sized indents on the steel. “Missed, Ha!” he shouted.

The cobra made a 180 degree turn for the endgame, 40 mm rockets on line. Abdul Hamid was just lining up the chopper to the target, when his cockpit lit up with a red light, the computer shrilling, ‘WARNING WARNING…’ His copilot yelled, “Incoming Missile!” Hamid looked up to see a white tail of smoke rushing directly at him.
Time stopped. Abdul Hamid was 10 Kms out into the sea, and he could just about swim – not that it mattered any more. Tears welled up into his eyes as the picture of his little daughter and wife flashed before his eyes. He pressed the trigger with all his might several times, before the Igla–M, not fooled by the flares that the chopper deployed, blew him and his copilot out of the sky.
In all, the dying cobra had managed to let off five unguided rockets which landed in an arc starting 15 meters away coming in towards the sub. The water erupted with a huge spray as each rocket bounced off the water-once- and exploded. They all missed the sail, but the fourth rocket exploded very close to the rear of the submarine, blowing the top rudder, badly bending the starboard rudder and cracking and bending one of the propeller blades.

Ajay shot and sunk the Gemini boats as the men scampered aboard. A diver confirmed the damage – the hull was intact, but the sub would list to the starboard if it moved – the other rudder will make up for the tilt somewhat. They would not be able to travel at high speeds, and the propeller would make much more noise. They dived, after an encrypted signal was sent out describing their situation.

2 hours and 50 Kms later, the sonar officer reported an acoustic anomaly that had appeared a few minutes back several Kms at a vector bearing 5 ‘O clock, slowly closing. It was difficult for the sonar IFF to recognize the acoustic signature over the damaged propeller’s noise. The Shankul stopped allowing better characterization of the echo. The echo was identified as the propeller wake from an Agosta submarine, about 80 Kms away, headed right towards then on an intercept course.

Nair was afraid of two things –
1. His sub was not exactly fighting fit tonight. He couldn’t – wouldn’t make a run for it.
2. He was carrying precious cargo. These boys had risked their lives getting it - one of them he wasn’t sure would make it.
He couldn’t contact the fleet from this depth, to blow high pressure air into the ballast tanks to surface would produce so much noise, they’d be locked on by the Pakis. He had to go deeper into the ocean, out into the open sea where the might of the Indian navy lay waiting – but this problem at hand would have to be dealt with. The old foxtrot subs were the first undersea vessels in the Indian navy. The foxtrots may have passed onto obsolescence, but they had rear facing torpedo tubes – On the foxtrot he could have made a run for it and taken out the Paki. He would have to turn around, a task made more difficult because of the damage his rudders had taken. His only hope lay in stealth and surprise. His torpedoes would do the rest – His AEG-SUT Mod-2 wire-guided, torpedo at 28 – 30 Km out reached the 20 Km Pakistani ECAN F17 Mod 2 torpedoes on the Agostas.
He did four things.
1. Ordered the Marcos team and the Scientist into the rescue pod – Just in case.
2. Loaded and flooded tubes 2 through 7.
3. Reduced speed to a stealthier 3 Knots - full stealth- Passive sonar only.
4. Changed course to a new heading. He was looking for what the submariners referred to as the ‘Rajpath to Karachi’, a 600 foot wide and deep trench on the ocean floor, that curved clockwise and ran 800 Kms to emerge somewhere in the vicinity of the Diu group of islands. For nearly two decades this was the highway to pakistan that Indian subs took. It provided a rapid, silent, ingress and egress route. Added was the fact that the relatively colder water in the trench would aid him in avoiding the enemy’s sonar long enough for him to make his move.
The Pakistani did not change course with him. “Good. Looks like, they lost us for a while.”
“Trench 2145 dead ahead Sir. 3 Kms approx”

“Helmsman, Take us down, depth 400 (ft), turn starboard 2400s SW.”
“Weapons control, I want target data fed to the tubes every 10 seconds.”
“Easy as she goes”

The sub made the slow and wide 1800 turn.

“All stop.” “Sonar, where is it?”
The Agosta appeared on the sonar, 100 feet up, passing nearly perpendicular, going away from them at 35 Kms.
“This is it” “Helmsman, follow target, max speed. Weapons officer, stand by.”
INS Shankul shuddered, as the propeller pushed her to 16 knots and beyond, she started to list starboard (the bent starboard rudder coming into play as the sub cut the water).
“32 Kms”
“30” “29”, “The Agosta is turning, she’s seen us!”
“Weapons officer, fire tubes 2 and 6, max speed active homing”
“24” With a loud whoosh, the two torpedoes jumped out into the ocean, screaming down towards their target like hungry sharks at 40 knots.
“Torpedoes away!”
15 seconds later “The Pakistanis are firing”
Nair shouted “Deploy countermeasures. Helmsman full astern, starboard 300. Weapons- fire tubes 3 and 7 active homing” “Ship, brace for impact!”
Two canisters, the size of petrol drums ejected from the submarine, emitting shrill noises, drowning the submarine’s acoustic signature, attempting to ‘blind out’ the incoming torpedoes. The Agosta did the same.

In a boxing match, the guy with the longer arm can rain down punches at his adversary without letting him into his area of comfort. This high tech battle for naval supremacy had been reduced to a pugilist encounter – the guy with the longer punch won, more so because his punches landed on target, most of the time. The enemy did reach him, his punches grazing by.

In the end, the Shankul survived because her countermeasures had worked splendidly, although she had limped to evade the incoming torpedo. One torpedo passed her, then exploded. The second had a better bearing of things, and exploded 50 meters from her, damaging her port side rudder, and the rear port-side ballast tank. The engine room caught fire and at least ten crewmen suffered burns and inhalation injuries. Most would make it. The Agosta managed to evade the lead torpedo with her countermeasures, and agility. But the rest of the salvo rammed into her, ripping her into two pieces. Death came mercifully and swiftly to the 30 odd on board.

The undersea racket had been picked up by vessels far and wide. While the Pakistani vessels rushed to the area, the arrival of INS veer, and the radar sweeps of INS Rajput in the vicinity made them change their mind and thy retreated into the Indus delta. All done and exhausted, INS Shankul surfaced. The sun had just begun to rise on the Arabian, it was going to be a clear day. Cdr. Nair watched a shoal of dolphins cavort in the water around his sub as they slowly proceeded to a rendezvous with the Veer. The Rajput arrived a little later, and airlifted the wounded to shore. The MARCOS team left the Shankul after tearful goodbyes to debriefing. There were many more battles to come, the war had just begun.


1. The Satellite decoder gave valuable help to the Indian war effort. Dr. Khan proved to be very useful, when Indian soldiers finally walked into KRL and other military installations of the former Islamic Republic of Pakistan.
2. The Shankul’s headed straight for Mazagaon dockyards for her midlife refit. By the time she was in the water again, the war was over. Cdr. Nair had to endure a two month period of chowkidari, overseeing the repair work of his vessel. Then one fine day he was flown to Admiralty Shipyards in southern Russia to take command of the latest edition of a gleaming new version of a ‘Fresh water Spike’.
3. Both the Air launched Brahmos had missed the Precision Targeting Module (PRITAM). The first landed 2.5 meters away, blowing the module (and the Bunker of course with the lowly - conventional warhead Ghauri missile inside) to kingdom come. The second missile, deciding that the primary target had been done gone, rammed into the next juiciest thing around – four large tanks loaded with fuel in the periphery of Camp Ormara. The fire that raged, burned for a week.
The boys at DRDO, analyzed the results of the flight. The skeptics, who thought that the PRITAM would fail, had a great laugh, until a tweaked version demonstrated its effectiveness, and was inducted into the armed forces to be used in special ops.
4. Major Ehsan Mallick survived the Brahmos because he was in the ditch. He recuperated in the military hospital for a week, when two officers from his regiment came and got him discharged. He was never seen or heard from – ever.
5. The Pakistani media went overboard with the story of their navy having sunk one Indian submarine, making the score one all.
6. Gen. Kareen Khan figured it all out. Just because he had been dragging his feet transferring technology to them, these Al Quaida guys had dared kidnap one of his scientists. It was only because unkil’s snoops had descended upon him like dogs. And the new 5.56 mm arms they were using – they were procuring weapons from an alternate source, and not from his cousin’s weapons factory in pindi. He ordered his ADC to get the ‘Sheikh’s’ personal security officer to his office. He would give him a thorough dressing down.
7. Ramanna underwent the surgery at Naval Hospital Mumbai. He was later shifted to R & R Hospital, New Delhi. After a two month ICU stay (including one month on the ventilator) he walked out. Endless rounds of physiotherapy later, he was shifted to a desk job at Nau Sena Headquarters, because of a stiff left shoulder – He would never be in the special forces again. Three years later he won Silver at the World Shooting Championships in the Air Rifle segment. Afeequl Ansari of Sindhudesh came in fifth. The rivalry would live on…
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Postby Dileep » 12 Aug 2005 07:19

Brief report on volume 2:

Words: Approx 100,000

1. Pakistani retired general found in BD (YIP and sunil)
2. War council and politics(YIP and sunil)
3. Kamini sinha's story (Daulat)
4. Operation Black Raven (Singha and Daulat, with fill-in by YIP)
5. Guru and Farid with Kamini (rajpa, with fill-in by YIP)
6. Prasanjit Ghose (Daulat)
7. Story of Salim (YIP)
8. Op Teram shehr (Sunil)
9. Op Agneya (singha, Daulat, shankar, Johann)
10. Battle of Bhuj (Shankar with news report by Pennathur)
11. PNS tippu sultan (Shankar and Singha)
12. The huddle (YIP)
13, the Tandav (YIP)
14, Crossing the Pabbi (Dileep, Singha, Shankar, Daulat, Sunil)
15. Assault on gheb Bridge (Sunil)
16. Nalini chauhan (Daulat)
17. The Hijack of AI 102(Shankar)
18. The chakravyuh (YIP): contd in Vol 3.

Apart from these, we have one piece by Aditya M which I could no co-relate with anything, One sniper story by Ashwin, One sorry attempt on a mole story by your truly, and a filler by Singha indicating AF movement towards the west.

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Postby Singha » 12 Aug 2005 09:11

quite promising p_saggu, welcome to the club...pls carry on...

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Postby Pennathur » 12 Aug 2005 09:18

It's great the way the thread - more a thick coil of rope - has spun out. A few 100 pages of scenarios is simply the end product of a very vast canvas of events. It would be better to compartmentalise these discrete scenarios and write them up in greater detail for a multi-volume collection. As S/L Jakob Abraham puts it haste is never fruitful.

For each volume the following shd be covered

-Political/economic/social currents
-International tussles
-Internal issues
-Miltary action

As all BRites know while military action is the rousing stuff it is simply the point of the spear. What pushes it is far more exciting. What we have here is about four volumes worth.

And our reader target shd not be confined to the English speaking class. How about translations into Indian languages? The Indian armed forces do a great job of attracting raw talent and the steadily increasing mass charater of our men and women in uniform helps reinforce our forces as truly a peoples' professional force.

We are looking at a very big writing project here.[/list]

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Postby Mihir » 12 Aug 2005 11:53

What is ARS, ARN, and ARC?

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Postby Shankar » 12 Aug 2005 12:39

It was still dark when squadron leader dinesh ahuja finished preflight
his Mig 25 R foxbat for the first ever combat sortie . Some distance away wing commander Baldeo singh was doing the same . The dessert air had a sharp nip this early morning thought Dinesh as he checked up the customised high altitude pressure suit which was more like a space suit but then he would be flying almost at the edge of the space in very few minutes .

Both he and his flight lead the grumpy wing commander did not fine anything in this overflight sortie after all for all the pilots in trisonics it was bit a matter of routine. He still remembered when back in 2004 his noisy pass over islamabad while the newly instituted pakisatni president kareen khan was having a quite familiy dinner created a big international hula gula and cost the air defense commander islamabad area his job.

He made one more round to chek for any sign of hydraulic fluid or fuel leakage ,tested the tyre pressure ,pushed up and down the flaps and elvators ,visually checked the engine exhaust was clear and shining and then noddd to his crew chief as he climbed into the cockpit .

The newly added pilon s on his aircraft carried some unusal looking weapons .It was semi cigar shaped narrow and almost 3 mtrs long . The outside was deeply parted and had a radar altimeter on the nose and looked more like an extended fragmentation grenade than a deadly bomb .In fact ahuja had no idea what it contained or will ever know how it would in near future change the pace of war or how many lives it will save simply because that will saty forever classified and he will be far away when the magic of carbon fibres will cast its spell on pakistani air defense system.

Unknown to squadron leader ahuja or his boss wing commander Baldeo singh The weapons they would be releasing over sargodha were the first generation indian carbon fibre bombs designed specifically to create instant black out over a specific area by shorting out the power transformers ,high voltage transmission lines and ofcourse the radar transmitters .It was yet to be named but some one did suggest Amavshaya meaning total darkness .

Strapped to the cockpit and waiting for the take off clearence he looked back at the legendary foxbat which he was privilaged to fly ..During the cold war the soviet aerspace industry was deeply worried about the XB-70 supersonic bomber project . The Mig 25 foxbat was their response . It was not a very technologicall refined interms of avionics but had a superlative performance to boast about. It can fly if required at more than 3 times speed of sound at altitude but usally restricted to mach 2.8 .In todays flight they willbe flying at mach 3 + only during ingress part of the flight plan since then there would be no cover ,after releasing the funny looking bombs they will egress at normal mach 2.5 over jaipur refeuel and back to home base next day.
The mig 25 is a twin finned high winged aircraft with slightly swept back wings.The centarl fuselage is comparitively large so the welded steel fuel tank,avionics ,radars and cameras are in the nose. To improve the aircrafts longitudal stability and avoid stall situation at high angle of attack and subsonic speed ther are two shallow upper surface fences each wing

- Zeta flight cleared for take off ,came the the launch command at last from the tower meaning the strike mission is at last on the run. Ahuja pushed the twin throttle lever forward and the throaty raspy roar of the Tumnasky R-15D-300 single shaft turbojet engines filled the sky. The total thrust of more than 22400 kgf pushed him back into the seat with mule kick as his aircraft became a rocket .He craned his neck to see the runway ahead and keep the poerful bird of prey on the centre line . But he did not have to do it for long as within a minute the foxbat took to air , as ahuja banked and joined his grump boss on air . Already the altimeter was reading 1000 mtrsand air speed 350 knost , bend over forward to reach the undercarriage retract lever and then quickly the flaps too as the foxbat carried him to the realms of space .At 60000 ft he leveled off ,checked his lead five kms onhis 10 o clock . The airspeed indiactor showed mach 2.6 and climbing . The sky outside was greyish black with indiactions of an early dawn .He could vaguely make outthe curvature of earth in the distance as he crossed the internatonal border and into hostile teritory .

Air vice marshall lekh tandon watched intently as the twin tarcks of foxbats crossed into hostile teritory at 62350 ft and at a distance of exactly 3.5 miles to the left of intended incursion point .Made a mental note to have personal chat with the pilots about their lack of concentration sometimes later that day.

-Alpha flight you are cleared to ingress -you are allowed an operational altitude of 30000 to 45000 ft only during next 5 minutes after that restrict to 40000 ft and up only -
-roger that eagle eye - rolling now

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The Battle for Religion - How it began

Postby rajpa » 12 Aug 2005 12:39

The Battle for Religion - The Beginning

The Sheikh was resting comfortably in his castle in Karachi. In 1996, it was his base for launching operations in Afghanistan. Then he had met with the rising enfant terrible of TSP, General Paraphraz Mushlaff. Now, he was in a place that could rightly be called his headquarters. With a small militia raised by ISI and a coterie of colonels and generals from the TSP army, he was getting ready to deliver his speech to his friend Mushlaff.

In the beginning, it was just a series of joint operations to clean out the northern areas of Shia population, so as to set up the first violent madrassa camps. Together they have achieved much. Yet, the Sheikh continued to believe that Mushlaff was a bungler and denied him his respect.

Later, the unholy Soviets were cleaned out of Afghanistan, the Sheikh went further into Jihadi religion and Mushlaff impregnated himself into the complex workings of the T state of P. The Sheikh believed that it was his holy duty to keep the Ummah safe from the infidels, he smiled at Mushlaff's efforts to contain Bharat through his pet army in Kashmir. Like he had predicted to Mullah Goombar, Kargil happened and Mushlaff lost.

After September 2001, it was the beginning of the battle of minds between old friends, the Sheikh and the Jackal. Lest you think that there was remorse or fear over the battle with a new enemy, called the United States of America, it was a season for rejoicing. Islam was to be taken into new frontiers of Global Jihad, the reunification of all Muslims across the world through the threat of terror. The new masterminds were the ISI and ALQ, working in unison under the able leadership of OBL and Mushlaff.

At least that is what the cadres thought. However, here is a small problem that confronted the old friends over the control of the unified fighting forces of the State of Pakistan and a small decentralized organization called ALQ.

"Mushlaff Saheb, you have failed to contain the infidels. On the other hand, I have massed forces across the region and have been successfully hit the nerves of the Kafirs time and again.

You have failed in every operation you have launched against the infidels. You gave Afghanistan to the Great Satan, Kashmir to the cow worshippers and I should fail to count the other mishaps.

How could I deny that we have worked together on some operations and the successes won. Yet, you have failed to keep in mind the work that you do is in the name of God and not your own pathetic self. Time and again, you have chosen over your own life to sacrifice that of others. Yet, it was not in the path of Allah.

Must you insist on holding to the feeble reins of power that you hold? Must you stray away from the path set before you by the Mighty One Allah? You have blinded yourself to the truth. The infidels must come under one authority of the one true God. Have you not forgotten that? Have you not failed to carry out your duty?

Before you hesitate to answer, let me have you know that I have Gen. Jehangir here who will take over from you on my behalf at my word. Would you rather be put out of your misery here and just enjoy your after-life in houristan?"

"Tell me, Mushlaff! Speak!" he thundered.

"What is your proposition?" Mushlaff asked, hoarse.

That was the beginning of the first real nuclear threat to all humanity.

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Postby Singha » 12 Aug 2005 13:21

elmihiro, ARS, ARC,ARN mean Army reserve south, center and north. they are the Strike Corps of TSP and encompass the bulk of their quality armour, artillery and AD assets just like our strike corps.

ARN hangs around mangla in north punjab. ARS somewhere in hyderabad. ARC defends the vital RYK-Sukkur chokepoint.

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Postby Vriksh » 12 Aug 2005 16:32

Some one include a scenario where a Chinese Thrust from Tibet into Arunachal Pradesh and Bhutan perhaps.

If there is a combined attack from TSP BD and PRC, is likely to be devastating. The reason I ask is that a book like this is likely to be the public's first taste of what conflict between India and China supplied states will be like.

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Postby saty » 12 Aug 2005 16:41

cshankar wrote:Some one include a scenario where a Chinese Thrust from Tibet into Arunachal Pradesh and Bhutan perhaps.

Read Dragon fire and dragon strike by Humphery Hawskely :-)

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Postby Shankar » 12 Aug 2005 17:28

Ahuja switched off the radar warning reciever as it made him almost deaf with their continious shrill beeps as more and more pakistani air defense radars started picking him up but lost as quicly as he crossed over the well
defended pakistani airspace at neraly three times the speed of sound and at an altitude more than any pakistani interceptor can evler hope to fly . 5 minutes into bandit counter and already his distance to target showed less than 150 kms to target and that kept on changingvery very fast another four minutes and he would be ready to release his black cargo and turn back home at a more comfortable speed and even higher altitude . Hopefully the sukhois guys have cleared his weapon release zone of any hostile aircraft by then sinec for release of the carbon bomb he will have to go to a relatively lower altitude and also get off his after burners for a few seconds till the bomb is well away and then take a sharp climb up and to home .

Ahuja was one of the best IAF has to offer - on completion of his jet conversion with venerable mig 21 which he did not find anything very difficult to master except the tendency to spool around a bit even when at idle power and he had to keep the brakes pressed always whenever he was ground and engine running . He was offered any aircraft of his choice but his seniors made it clear sukhois are not available being taken up by more senior pilots so he opted for the foxbat and since then have never regretted his decision . He felt almost like an untouchable space voyager flying faster and higher than any other indian pilot . So what most of his missions are all classified and and he cannot boast about it too even rima eith whom he has been engaged for last 3 yrs. The thought of rima brought a smile to his lips .

What he loved about his aircraft is its ruggedness to take punishemnt and bring him back to ground safely . In the early years he did try to copy the feat of syrian fox bats which was clocked at mach 3.2 by the israelis but in the process almost ruined his engines and was severely reprimanded by c.o. After that he never tried that stunt again . But also the fact that a strippeddown foxbat did fly at 1850 knots and another won could reach an unbelievable altitude of 119000 ft did nudge his sub concious quite frequently whenever at the cockpit of this unique aircraft.

His auto pilot however was a good specimen and it flawlessly guided him towards target now about 100 kms away

- zeta flight arm weapons -wepons release in 3 minutes
Ahuja bent forward and dutifully flicked open the arming switch and switched the armin circuit on . Immediately a series of green light turned amber confirming the weapons were ready for release and armed

flt lt anil sen etched to switch on the powerful radar to active mode but was not allowed by the air combat controller aboard phalcon code named eagle eye some where in eastern horizon .All his communications came in thru high speed encrypted data link and his radar only showed what the phalcon was seeing . So while he had a good situational awareness about the 8 mirages their speed ,altitued and course and his xo sitting behind calmly fed those bits of data into the attack computer ,anil felt he his being carried into a battle on theback of a robot moreas a spectator than a combat pilot . The cock pit was too damn computerised capable of doing anything he can do and doit better except may be think out of an unusal situation yet to happen . As the aircraft shot towards the target with him starpped on its back all ani could do was to flick the switches onthe monitor at look at any parameter from rpm to exhaust temperature of individual engines to weapon status from his time over target to his exit route from his fuel consumtion rate to range to nearest target and the list went on and on . He missed his mirage 2000 at moments like this .

- alpha flight you are cleared to go active and commence BVR attack now
-take down those damn falcons - do it now .

Anil did not realise why this sudden urgency since with his active radar off he did not know one of the falcons going on an intercept course to the foxbats barely 2 minutes from target

All the sukhois switched on their super powerful radars and the tactical situation became clear in an instant . the same time they armed their r-77 long range active radar missiles and the aquistion was instaneous . The distance to target was less than 90 kms but the sukhoi pilots did not want to loose an expensive missile by firing at extreme effective range so they pushed the throttle al the way forward and dis engaged auto pilot .The powerful al 31 twin engines pushed them thru the sound barrier and then evrything was very quite . While the R-77 is reputed to have a max flight range of nearly 140 kms for a highly powered evasive target like a falcon less than 50 kms is considerd prudent . All the flankers launched a single R-77 at the 8 falcons on active CAP over sargodha and then closed in for a R-73 finishing shot in classic russian way . 5 F-16 did not even know what hit them till it was too late . Other 3 who were more alert dived for the ground and then looped out to take the flankers ontail with their aim 9x .It was a futile gesture .The lead 4 flankers executed a perfect horizantal scisor and as the falcons tried to re aquire them the flanker from behind took them out cleanly with a measured salvo of R-73 s fired at less than 15 kms . For few minutes atleast the premier air base of PAF was without cap cover .

Pakistani ground controller sitting in underground bunkers saw the whole aerial engagement live and realised why the trust vectoring sukhois are considered worlds best .

- splash 8 falcons -going back to patrol sation reporetd anil sen as switched off the fuel guzzling after burner and climbed back to patrol altitude looking for more food for hisbird of prey .

Ther would be more he was sure -but when was the milliondolar question in his mind . He watched impassive as the sam batteries opened up around the base complex but they were for show -he was well outside their range . But still hemade a mental note of their dispostion and flicked onhis data link phalcon and passed on the approximate co ordinates .

-zeta flight you are cleared to launch special weapon -confirm altitiude
30000 ft -air speed 500 knots
- roger that eagle eye - releasing wepons now .
with that ahuja gently squeezed the release button twic as the cigar shaped projectiles darted towards earth -his grump boss did the same and both quickly pushed up the thriottle ,pulled in thestick and was home ward bound . For them todays fighting was over .

If thet would have or could have looke down theywould have seen a spectacle very rarely seen . As the carbon fibre bombs reached 5000 ft the radio altimeter generated a tiny signal and the specially designed casing softly exploeded throwing thousands and thousands of tiny carbon fibre strings all over the town of sargodha and its suburbs . All ground based radars went blank their transmitters shorted out by the highly conductive carbon fibres andthe circuit breakers tripped trying to protecct the active elements for this sudden power surge . When the carbon fibres fell over the transformers and high voltage power feeders the same thing happened but in a much larger scale . About 5 minute from the time the first bomb was dropped Sargodha was withou cap cover ,withou radar cover and most importantly without power .

The chopper of president kareen khan on final approach had to switch on the landing lights to see the runway and land amongst shiny falcons withou tower assistance . The redfaced general was however very clam -this is not the first time he has been stranded in mid air

In one masterful stroke a well defended airbase turned into an inviting target for any one to take .By the time the secondary generation is started and the defensive system made functional about 5-7 minutes will be required -but then that request for time was about to be denied .

-Delta flight you are cleared to weapon release from 40000 ft repeat from 40000 ft - your time window is 5 minutes from now -confirm and commence attack
-roger that eagle eye -40000 ft - commencing attack
with that the burly group captain narsima rao turned his flying giant into the target co ordinates at the same time signalling the load master to open rear cargo hatch . The massive fuel air air explossives each attached with 2 nos su-30 s drag chutes and laser altimeter stood resy to be dropped .

- 30 seconds to wweapons release intoned his xo over the intra plane communicator

The red light on loading ramp turned green and the load master with six of his assistants manhandled each massive explossive into the slip stream .

A minute later -down below all hell broke loose

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Postby Sunil » 12 Aug 2005 20:13


Aiming for a strangelovesque script? Hmm... might work.. keep it up.

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Postby Sunil » 12 Aug 2005 20:45

All right!..

I have a way to do this. So whoever is interested in writing please email me/admins. With luck we can turn this into a factory for SRR output.

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Postby rajpa » 12 Aug 2005 21:05

actually i have not seen the movie in full... anybody with a dvd in chennai... ? ah a comparison to kubrick!! :mrgreen:

time for kamini (daulat's durga) and guru to make an appearance.. hope to link up all that with this... watch for a surprise ending... :)

btw there are two presidents of pakistan?? kareen khan and paraphraz mushlaff... i am guessing mushlaff has given up president by 2008.... but still chief of all military...


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Postby Dileep » 12 Aug 2005 22:13

btw there are two presidents of pakistan?? kareen khan and paraphraz mushlaff... i am guessing mushlaff has given up president by 2008.... but still chief of all military

I suggest we stick with Kareen Khan, but remember that he is in fact a clone of a certain person whos surname now means certain body parts.

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Postby Y I Patel » 12 Aug 2005 22:24

It's probably too late for a name change for the Paki Gen, but my vote would have gone to something like General Sadiq Waraich. That would have placed him squarely in the feudal Punjabi RAPE category.

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Postby Sunil » 13 Aug 2005 01:58


Shishir just took up the task of putting Singha 1-4, and Guest-2 into a story. Singha as soon as he gets it in to me - I will send it you. Guest whoever that is should contact me as well.

Jay got to me with his collection.

Dileep please send me your copy.

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Postby Dileep » 13 Aug 2005 02:22

Sunil chk your work e-mail. Sent yesterday. Reply to my id if not received.

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Postby Singha » 13 Aug 2005 07:30

You can reach me as robust_bear at yahoo.com . Pls indicate what I should do with the material once it reaches my door.

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Postby Aditya_M » 13 Aug 2005 09:29

uh dileep - you mentioned that i'd written something too....

what was that sorry story of mine ? :oops:

mail me at widestgrin dot yahoo at com

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Postby Shankar » 13 Aug 2005 11:42

Atypical fuel air explossive device essentially contains a pressurised fuel container with two seperate explossive charges timed to detonate in sequence and with a programmed delay .The usal fuel used may be propane ,ethylen oxide or like in this case propylene oxide . As the indian fuel air explossive bombs flaoted down their down ward movement arrested by the twin drag chutes at precisely 500 ft over ground level the pilot charge explodeed - it did not ignite the fuel but simply dispersed it in an aerosol form over a wide area . Then the igniting charge exploded igniting the prpylene oxide fuel mixed with atmospheric oxygen into one giant fireball creating ablast wave very similar to a small nuclear explossion .

Fuel air explossives were first developed by US and then quickly followed by USSR and was most likely usedagainst china in the short but intense border conflict and in afganistan. Research continued and now russians are believed to posses a wide array of fuel air explossive devices .

Whether the fuel air explossives now being dropped over sargodha was of russian origin or developed indegeniously in india as a stand alone programme would be never known but what would be known was how effectively they broke the back bone of pakistani air force in a most systemetically brutal manner .

As the blast waves propagated over the plains of sargodha and killed in a multiple ways and destroyed everything on its path without any associated radiation fall out as would be the case with a fission weapon. The buildings collapsed and the flying debris killed or maimed all those now exposed . the giant fire ball sucked out all the oxygen and many pakisatni airmen simply suffocated to death. tThe shiny falcons were thrown all over the tarmac and the adjacent motor way like rag dolls .The adjacent fuel tank farm joined the carnge of fire and shock with a massive secondary explossion. Death that came to 5000 odd PAF personnel came in a most unpleasent way .First the shock of being hit by the intense pressure wave and then rupturing of the lungs by the sudden rarification of the atmosphere. Two fuel air explossives failed to ignite and their unbrnt air-fuel aerosol was breathed in by the survivors and proved as lethal.

Sargodha main and its four sateliet airfields directly on the path of the iignition simply got obliterated and those in the fringe suffered serious internal and burn injuries including burst ear drums ,crusshed abdiminal organs and severe internal; bleeding . Most would die within next few hours

The pakistany navy when they sunk Brahmaputra could never in their wildest dreams this level of indian retaliation .It was a clear demonstration of intent by indian armed forces and the airforce in particular that things have gone too far and now the rules of game are changing .

Miiraculously, Kareen khan survived and was alive to witness the final destruction of his grandoise dream in the minutes to come . The indian strike was not yet over - it has just begun .

The jaguars came in low and fast with their load of laser guided bombs and strted systemetically blowing up the M-11 bunkers and silos dig into the countryside -in all they destroyed about 35 reinforced bunkers and 17 of them had secondary explossions indiacting posssible live missiles inside cooking off .As they existed the wave after wave of Mig 27 came on and unleashed their share of dumb bombs , napalms and incidery explossives to take out evrything they could lay their sight on . With all defenses down it was a field day for IAF s strike fighters . They hit the runways ,the fuel and bomb dumps.the radar buildings ,the taxi ways ,the secondary fuel tank farm ,the base repair work shop ,the already damaged falcons and mirages littering the country side , the adminitrative buildings ,the pilot training school . But they meticulously avoided the base hospital and the adjoining residential complex .

- all filght egress target area now -at last came the command from the controller flying at 45000 ft deep inside indian teritory - and they obeyed in unison . One by one the jaguars and bahadurs banked and climbed out of strike zone -leaving behind a crater filled smoking ruin which even an hour back was the premier pakisatni airbase and most potent threat to indian heart land . Sargodha have simply ceased to exist .

Kareen khan dazed and shocked came out of his command bunker -looked at the massed ruin of his prized airforce -at the dead and bleeding soldiers lying all around - at the crater filled landscape which less than an hour back was showcasing the the best of pakistans military might and broke down and wept without shape at the loss of a dream .

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Postby KSandy » 13 Aug 2005 16:28

i think J.P. Dutta should meet guys like shankar and other scenario creators on this forum to make a movie on Indian Navy and Air Force.
His film Border acclaimed lot of praise. However LOC went down. Time to take story from such scenarios and showcase indian defence might to the general Indian public who know very little about Indian Millitary strength.
No Romance, No Songs, No Kahani ghar ghar ki... Just hard rock ACTION
The illustrations of all scenarios here are quite enough to make JAI HIND part I and part II

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Postby Sunil » 13 Aug 2005 17:32


Dileep got it. Thanks

Singha - let him get it to me and then we will see if it reads well and you want any changes to it.

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Postby Singha » 13 Aug 2005 20:03

I have watched LOC and Border. imo not very well made & tight. the intent seems to have been showcase the actors rather than project the general chaos of war. good films strike a balanced picture...if u want engaging infantry battles use the jerky FPS shooter POV as seen in private ryan or band of brothers.

in my book Vijeta still remains the best. we need diros like govind nihalani for that.

a film like Das Boot has yet to emerge from India. it just needed one set to simulate a sub and yet *you* shiver as you feel the hull cracking and the depth charges rolling in from the british hedgehog launchers.

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Postby Aditya_M » 13 Aug 2005 23:42

This is first of a two part story. It is independent of any of the scenarios in either this thread or the two marks before it.... you want to use it anywhere, go ahead. It was something i scribbled a while ago and reading everyone's contributions here - well, i just *had* to add my own two paise worth :)


The Anatomy of a Kill - I

"Mummy, this is Blue Lead. I have bogeys inbound, three-ship formation, angels 20, heading one-three-five, possible Skybolts! Please Advice!"

"Roger. Wait one."

The calm voice of the back-seater in the Su-30K orbiting a hundred kilometers away was in some contrast to the edge that was in Group Capt. Abhijit Shukla's tone. Every second that passed found Shukla - 'Socks' to his buddies - getting more impatient. Eighteen seconds later he got the reply he'd waited for:

"Blue Lead, this is Mummy. Splash Them."

You could almost hear the smile on Shukla's face.


It is always the routine flight that surprises you. Or so his instructor had told him many moons ago when he was a flight cadet. Not that those years of training hadn't drilled that in - especially those crazy days at TACDE when rogue Floggers would attempt to bounce his Fulcrum...

He'd been doing his routine CAP just outside the imaginary 10 kilometer "safe" line, when he spotted three white triangles heading south-east. He had wondered for a moment what IAF MiG-21s were doing in this valley at this time of the day without his knowledge - till it dawned on him that no IAF MiGs were painted snow-white.

Neither his radar nor his wingman's had spotted the Skybolts coming in low and fast through the valley, but then the natural contours of the region gave such false returns that the resolution had been turned a notch higher than normal to stop the pilot from chasing every ledge and every rock face in the region.

He radioed the news to "Mummy", the Su-30K that was performing volume search duties in lieu of the Phalcon (which was tied up elsewhere), hoping secretly for an order that would lead to his first kill. The Sukhoi hadn't spotted the bogeys on its radar earlier because of the lower frequencies with which it searched the region, but now it would pour eight kilowatts of power into a very narrow region - painting a pretty picture. Sure enough, he got what he wanted.

"Blue Lead, be advised that the bogeys are chasing an Army UAV. Stay silent, we will control this one. Blue Two, you will cover Blue lead. On the count of three, turn left bearing zero-zero-zero and head straight for 30 kilometers, turn bearing one-seven-zero and then arm your twenty-sevens."

There was a pause, followed by "Three, Two, One, Mark!"

Socks watched his wingman Sudhir 'Biscuit' Sreedharan peel away before the voice registered in his head "Blue Lead, break them up. Good Luck!"


The Pakistan Aviation Complex F-7 "Skybolt" is a very international design - with as humourous a definition of "international" as can be. It is a Chinese copy of a Russian fighter, the MiG-21, fitted with an American ejection seat and an Italian radar; all assembled in Pakistan. Now rapidly ageing, the F-7s were either nearing or had gone well beyond their intended service life, quite like the MiG-21s that used to form the bulk of the IAF.

Squadron Leader Asif Jaiswal, in the lead Skybolt, had absolutely no knowledge of the intricacies of electrical circuit fabrication. He also did not know that a badly soldered wire in his headset had torn loose, and now he was not receiving any communiqué either from his wingmen or ground control. He was therefore unable to heed warnings from either Two or Three that they had crossed the border a minute ago. Both wingmen though had stayed close to him; to abandon their leader meant a surefire court martial.

All three radar warning receivers were buzzing with the sound of radio alerts, and they noticed with some discomfort that a distant radar had detected them and was surely tracking them now. What worried them even more was that some of the signals suddenly stopped - unknown to them, two MiG-29s high above them right in the sun had just switched off their radars.

But Squadron Leader Jaiswal did not notice this. He was less than a minute of being within missile range of the damn UAV that had no doubt taken pretty pictures of Pakistani Army formations. The low heat signature of the UAV meant that he had to get closer to get a missile lock on the exhaust, and this was taking way too long.


Above them, Shukla rolled his Fulcrum through two-thirds of a half roll and pulled back on the stick as his Fulcrum dove for the three darts below. He was too close to shoot the medium range R-27 missile (or as NATO called it, the AA-10 "Alamo"). His squadron had not yet been fitted with the new radar upgrade that would allow them the fire the active radar R-77 (AA-12 "Adder") missile. That was a funny story in itself - the other Fulcrums had received their upgrades earlier by the "virtue" of having lost at TACDE. The best pilots, it had been reasoned, could wait a little longer to get the best equipment. Not something Socks particularly agreed with.

He instead switched on his helmet-mounted sight, selected the R-60 (AA-8 "Aphid") heat-seeking missile and rolled while still into his dive to turn his fighter the right way up. A slow growl built up in his headset, indicating the missile had found something it liked - the smell of hot exhaust from a victim. Shukla pulled the throttle back to 70%; gravity was giving him enough speed anyway. He was in a tail chase, so he waited till he was as close as six kilometers away and made sure the tone was sufficiently loud before squeezing the trigger on the stick once, firmly.


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Postby Vriksh » 14 Aug 2005 04:57

All the scenarios are way too easy... Su30s come up and lock on to f-16s and f-7s and splash em as they are going about trying to chase some small insignficant UAV types.

Some one put in the scenario in which the TSPAF lays its hands on the Qatari Mirages, UAE F-15s or KSA AWACs that is able to jam the Phalcon and then uses a F-7 Bait to shoot down some our stuff. Perhaps even the Phalcon is targeted by the FT2000 anti radiation missile and it takes a sacrifice from some Mirage/Mig/MKI to stop that flying arrow.

How about a TSPA attack on a major dam that cuts off the Kharga via flooding and subsequent massed arty fire on the Kharga, which then might have to effect a massive run to the Afghan border where Afghanistani forces provide some cover or a run to the sea where a daredevil sealift snatches the Kharga from under the noses of the TSPA.

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Postby Shankar » 14 Aug 2005 11:16

The spectacular victory over sargodha did not come without a price .
Two Mig 27 s on the first wave was shot out of the sky as they were eggressing the target area one by small arms fire and the other by stinger fired by a grieviously wounded ADC of pakistani president and would in the next few days go on to recieve the shaan e pakistan award for bravery.

A Jaguar was lost near the international border just inside pakistani air space caught unaware by a returning mirage -he managed to eject even at low altitude but was shot and killed while still in his parachute .His body was returned thru waah border a few days after.

The loss of bulk of its offensive fire power meant PAF would now concentrate mostly on air defense missions and for the time being indian cities and installations were more of less safe from planned air stike . But a new threat was emerging quitely -tendency amongst PAF officer corps to take personalised vendetta as would be seen over the next few weeks in the form of mamba quick strike at indian assets whenever the oppertunity was there mostly military but some times civilian targets too would be considered fair game .

The rest of the pakisatni airforce redeployed into rear bases thus allowing indian army formations some amount of peace and also IAF some more reaction time .

A strong word of caution came in from the white house in escalating the conflict and on use of enhanced blast weapons but since this was a purely military target - no laws were broken and very cleverly indians managed to stay within the unwritten nuclear thre shold .

All in all it was a well planned and well executed strike mission which met all the mission objectives to the fullest . The mystry of sudden power and radar outage would stay a mystry for some more time .

Somewhre in interior part of the countru three wooden boxes draped in national tri colour reached their home at last . For the new widows the spectacular victory over sargodha did not mean much .

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Postby Aditya_M » 14 Aug 2005 23:35

The Anatomy of a Kill - 2

He did not hear the missile fly off - that always surprised him - but the smoke blocked his view for half a second as the Aphid burnt its motor all the way to the target. Its older generation proximity fuse meant that it got very close to the third F-7's engine before exploding. The shrapnel from the missile was particularly nasty - it tore through the cockpit canopy and killed the pilot before the sound of the explosion had registered in his brain. It also resulted in a terrible little explosion which reduced the fighter to various small-sized pieces of scrap.

Shukla corrected the balance of the fighter as one wing was now two hundred kilos lighter, and heard the tone from the next armed missile grow suddenly louder as it picked up the heat of the explosion. Shukla made a split second decision to switch to guns, and armed his cannon while simultaneously pushing up the throttle to close in rapidly on the second bandit. As expected, the F-7 he targeted immediately broke right after the fighter on his left exploded. He had no idea which direction the missile had come from, and was turning on a primal instinct that ordered him to "do something". All he managed was to fly through a storm of cannon shells that originated from a GSh-301 cannon in Shukla's Fulcrum's nose. A large percentage of the 27 shells sliced through the wings, the fuselage and the tail, ripping out all fuel and hydraulic lines in their path. The pilot did not even think twice before reaching for the yellow lever between his knees.


Jaiswal felt his fighter shudder and looked back left to find what was left of Three going down in flames. He turned around to look at Two.. To his horror saw a twin-tailed beast swoop down on the fighter and watched dumbstruck as the cannon shells tore through his wingman. Panic filled him as he watched the ejection seat launch out of the stricken Skybolt, and it took him half a second before his piloting instincts kicked in. His brain had noticed that the Fulcrum was in a right banked turn and had to brake hard and pull up prevent over shooting. So Jaiswal barrel-rolled to the left and lit up his reheat, diving for the floor, knowing that it would take his hunter many precious seconds before he could turn around for the chase. He intended to go back the same way he came - and headed east through the valley as fast as he could.


Socks snarled in his headset as he made out that the last remaining bandit was heading in the opposite direction. His airspeed indicator told him he was way below his optimum cornering speed and it would take him ages to engage the quarry, He did not want to resort to using the Alamo in a tail chase. He continued into his turn anyway, grimacing as the G-forces piled on. He was about to arm his R-27 when he heard a soft voice in his headset call:

"Fox Two."

This was followed by a pause and a second "Fox Two."


Flt. Lt. Sreedharan watched calmly as the two Aphids made their snaking paths to the target running across his path. The bandit had been flying in a perpendicular direction to his own, that made it notoriously difficult to obtain a lock and so he passed over the R-27s for the R-60s. Now he pushed the thrust to full military level and made an aggressive line for the target, just in case the two shots missed...


Asif Jaiswal saw the two new smoke trails head towards him and knew which side of battle he was going to end up on. One MiG-29 was bad enough, two were just too much. And yet his anger at the blunder that cost the life of at least one fellow pilot if not two was raging through him, and he jerked his fighter into the direction of the two incoming missiles, simultaneously switching off reheat and releasing flares.

The first missile was confused at the sudden lack of a heat source, and then it "saw" the flares - and promptly mistook the burning magnesium for the engine exhaust and headed straight for them.
The second missile, however had taken a slightly more circuitous route and never lost sight of its original object of affection. It flew straight to the Skybolt and because of its delayed proximity fuse, it exploded a few meters behind the fighter.

The explosion blew gaping holes into the rudder and the elevators, apart from shredding fuel & hydraulic lines in the fighter. The stricken fighter started losing both hydraulic pressure and thrust, with a resulting "heavy" feel on the stick that did not allow it to bank, much less make a snap-turn. Jaiswal watched as the panel light up with warning lights, and cursed himself, the Indians, and even God while he was at it. He desperately tried to turn his fighter into the fast approaching Indian but the Skybolt was in no mood to respond. For a second he feared the Indian would fire his cannon at him; but the minor relief that made him release his breath as the Fulcrum whipped past changed to dismay as he saw his hunter do a smart reversal behind him and take up a textbook launch position.

He continued to struggle with the aircraft, though. He threw the stick to the right and to the left, flipped various switches to try and get the backup lines working - nothing. Hydraulic pressure went south of the 30% mark, and then fuel level went through "Bingo" level at an alarming rate.


'Biscuit' Sreedrharan watched as the flaps, elevators and rudders strained to move in response to the Pakistani pilot's inputs on the stick, but it was plain to see that this fighter was going nowhere, even if it wasn't obvious what with all the liquids flowing out of the airframe.

"Two, finish the job!” called Shukla.

"Negative, Lead. He's gone", replied Sreedharan.

Sreedharan pushed the throttle up a fraction and took position on the victim's wing, making sure he was not close enough to be rammed by a sudden movement.

Eject, goddamit! he thought to himself as he watched the pilot fiddle around with his cockpit control panel. The pilot then turned to look behind to check his tail and taken aback to see the enemy fighter a small distance off his left wing.

Sreedharan held the stick in his left hand, and with his right he pointed his palm skywards, moving his arm up and down - telling the Pakistani pilot to eject. He saw the helmet nod once, in acknowledgement and then was surprised to see it followed by a clear and controlled shake of the head. The body language of the pilot spelt defeat as he slumped backwards in his seat and took his helmet off.

The Skybolt's engine, now deprived of fuel, gave one final burst of flame, and died. The fighter was now reduced to a fully ballistic projectile. The Pakistani pilot in the cockpit turned his head towards Sreedharan, raised a white gloved hand and gave his conqueror a respectful salute.
Sreedharan saluted back, and watched the Skybolt rapidly lose altitude and plow into the snow-clad hill below.


"Splash Three Bandits. Airspace is now clear."

"Roger that, Blue flight. Good job. Stick around for five minutes or so, your replacements are already on their way."

"Thanks, Mummy"

And the two pilots left the battle zone with a small smile on each face.


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Postby rajpa » 17 Aug 2005 12:31

The reorganization of the forces of what came to be the "duty of Islam" took place starting with immediate effect.

The ISI came to be, for all purposes, the flag bearers, the trunk part of the TSP fighting forces, i.e. the downhill racing army, and the stealth fighting ALQ, a brother department.

Sadiq Hussain, was the retired general brought back into action, the new "mujahideen" waging a war in India, fighting for all muslims of the world, especially the Bangladeshis and all the muslims of the north of India, to start with. He was the ringleader to kick start the Global Ummah.

The USA was not bothered at the internal struggle of another democratic country, which obviously has the resources to handle an internal democratic matter, unlike its now myopic State Department and the Carrier minded military generals. The USA had indeed become an aged, rotten down empire, just a little better than ancient Rome.

Sadiq Hussain was pondering the lessons learnt from the discussions held between him, the Sheikh and Mushlaff. He had prepared his weapons, the unique hybrids of terror striking, suicide bombers.

After the first explosion, conventional devices will be triggered off at various locations of economic importance in the country. It will sent India into a panic. There will be cruise missile incursions against military bases by the TSP, claiming to be limited strikes, into the country at the pretence of protection against a nuclear India. Now it will be too late for India to react. And then they will take over Kashmir and the entire north.

The euphoric beginning was just a little in waiting.

Syed Yusuf walked in. "At 0800 hrs, a few moments ago, I received a signal from Al-Falafal (Farid). Our heroic goat is on its way."

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Postby daulat » 22 Aug 2005 10:03

editor-loge - looking forward to your consolidation. btw - nalini chauhan is part of the pabbi story, not a separate one

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Postby Babui » 23 Aug 2005 18:12

P Saggu - very, very nice ! Looks like BR can add another storyteller to its midst :twisted:

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Postby daulat » 24 Aug 2005 03:03

Capt Nalini Chauhan watched the lean gaunt men stalk out of the early morning mist in towards the lines. Having cleared the outer perimeter of the defences, they had relaxed and now showed their tiredness.

She recognized Gurung and sighed with relief to see him... still alive. So many had already gone. She walked to the perimeter of her unit's position to catch him as he walked past.

She said nothing, only sought him out with her eyes.

He said nothing, just smiled as his platoon walked by and lightly tapped his khukri's stout handle. Her face was firm, she knew then that Rajni Yadav had been avenged. No one would say anything, no one needed to know. Gurung saluted, she saluted back. The Gorkha's walked tiredly to their allocated bivouac space and sought out hot tea and sleep. Nalini Chauhan shivered in the morning chill and gritted her teeth.

The Pabbi forest would keep its grisly secrets. Seven men. Captured, interrogated and then the Lieutenant had looked in the other direction. Their bodies would soon swell and turn black, the worms would take care of the rest. In the maelstrom of the breakout, no one would know.

Captain Chauhan walked over to the tent where the four women in her unit were monitoring the radio traffic across the FEBA and smiled. The four women knew what that meant. With redoubled vigour, they set about their tasks.

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Postby Dileep » 24 Aug 2005 03:20

We got distracted by the divali rocket of TSP. Now it is time to get back to the story.

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Postby Sunil » 25 Aug 2005 01:45


P_Saggu's scenario talks about an attack on the Pakistan Army's nuclear command and control system. I think at this time that might scare our Pakistani visitors a little too much so lets hold back on that. His scenario as it stands has said quite enough, if they need to be scared a little more then perhaps that can be brought up. Right now it is best if the rest of that story remains under wraps.

The rest of the writers can carry on as before.

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Postby Sunil » 25 Aug 2005 04:37


Why do we care?

These threads on scenarios are learning experiences for the posters and the readers. From the poster's perspective as Y I Patel points out it is a great way to summarize his thinking about the Indian military.

The Pakistanis however I suspect view this with thread differently. They see this as a product of indigenous Indian thinking on defence issues by people who have some indirect association with the GoI. This is some sort of implicit correlation they make. Unfortunately for the Indians, most Pakistanis have a very bizarre idea of India and its military. They are taught to compulsively view it as being inferior and a threat. They are taught to view Indians with a mixture or suspicion and contempt. So when these folks see Indians talking with confidence about military issues relating Pakistan - it comes as a bit of a kick in the nuts.

Most can't deal with this and they take one of two approaches:

1) They either dismiss the entire thing as fantasy because the DDM folks paint a very different picture of India in Pakistan and BRF's confidence doesn't gell with that or

2) They treat everything here as a sign that Indians cannot be trusted and are allways attempting to undermine Pakistan.

Its fine as long as you don't say something that makes them go bananas.
Talk about nuking them, hitting their nuclear C&C system - will scare the living *hit out of them.

I wouldn't have cared if it was just Pakistani teenager reading it and getting all ticked off but if some retired Pakistani Army guy is reading this and making all sorts of random assumptions about how this reflects GoI thinking then its best that is probably not a good idea because it will prompt him to create equally random harassment for GoI.

We are here to have fun - so lets just have fun without making unnecessary work for GoI. So just stay clear of the nuclear stuff.

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Postby Pennathur » 25 Aug 2005 07:37

There was a totally cockeyed TSP scenario being cooked up on Chowk.com - one of those crypto pro-TSP sites - in mid 2001. I had emailed the link to Jagan and he didn't think much of it. It had the usual, an Indian Army subaltern gorging himself on cashews at a 5-star hotel while Fizzle'Ya guys conduct their maneuvers in the Arabian Sea planning to take out the Viraat. And then a TSP IT entrepreneur in Silicon Valley working on a big contract to clean out the Yindoo's clock. And then 9/11 happened after which I stopped reading the bakwas. Dumb as TSP forces 'strategic thinking' I don't think they are that bad :P

There's been amazingly good writing on this thread (despite my attempt to pull down the average). But the grand scenario is getting lost. Each one of us might want the Indian estabmnt to do many things, but ultimately only certain things will be done. That is the nature of the beast - the elephant, it never forgets, works out things at a very high level with much noise, takes a long time, relies almost entirely on its sense of smell, and finally moves to leave things trampled to a pulp.

The cast of characters in this scenario is getting compressed and that may well be the way things work out in TSP but not in India which is built to accomodate a bewilderingly vast range of interests.

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Postby Y I Patel » 25 Aug 2005 21:35

Alipur is a village in northern Punjab, about 10 kilometers or so to the east of the town of Chakwal. Alipur is in Pakistani Punjab, as is Sahiwal. But that's about where the similarity between the two ends. Whereas Sahiwal is in the lush green bucolic havens of Central and Southern Punjab, Alipur and Chakwal are in hard scrabble northern Punjab. This is a land of rolling foothills and barren scrubland, of baking summers and harsh winters, of gullies that swell into life threatening flash floods with rain water or snow melt. It is a hard, unforgiving land. It produces simple, hard men. Men who are the backbone of the Pakistani Army - the soldiers, the sowars, the junior and mid level officers who cower in baking bunkers and endure Indian shelling in Neelam valley and gasp for breath in Ghyari valley as Indians pelt them with shell after observer directed shell. To be sure, a lucky feudal few rise to higher ranks and promptly migrate southwards. But the rest, the poor bloody foot soldiers, they simply fade away to a brutish existence after serving their army and motherland.

These are stoic folk, conditioned by eons of physical hardship. They can take a lot of suffering without complaining, and they do so routinely and without consious thinking of their natural resilience. They continue to be the cannon fodder to the ambitions of their generals, because the alternative is a misearble, penurious existence in a miserable, unforgiving land.

The small convoy of darkened lorries rumbled quietly over the pitted road. In another place, it could have been carrying contraband - drugs, smuggled goods and medicines from India... but now, it was carrying a cargo of different kind. The men inside the trucks groaned as the bumpy road sent stabs of pain through their wracked bodies. Others lay shrouded still and quiet, beyond life or pain. The convoy crept into the village in the dark of the night... but anxious eyes were watching from darkened windows. As soon as the lorries stopped, a crowd gathered around them, as if by magic.

And then, the wailing began.

Gaunt old men hugged the cold, lifeless bodies of young sons mowed down by a merciless scythe. Their bodies shuddered with noiseless sobbing. Mothers and wives and sisters and daughters began their heart rending wailing at the loss of the support of their life. Children crouched siltently in homes or clung to their mothers, too young and too innocent to grasp the magnitude of their loss.

For a while, Fatima bi and Nisar Ali looked as if they would be among the lucky few, but the whispered news about Sowar Rifaat Ali's fiery end in his T-84 sent Fatima bi into hysterics and Nisar Ali into a numbed, frozen horror. Nisar was an old army hand himself, and he knew how it had all begun. Slowly, something else besides the pain of his loss began to stir inside him. He knew who was really responsible for his son's death. So did others in Alipur, Chakwal, and beyond.

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Postby Jagan » 25 Aug 2005 23:02

Cleaned up thread. Return back to the regular scenarios.

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Postby Y I Patel » 26 Aug 2005 00:07

Sumaira wearily wringed the tepid water into a bowl, and reapplied the wet cloth to little Hamza's feverish forehead. Life was hell without AC and running water - the electricity had been out for five straight days now, and the water supply had reduced to a trickle for a couple of hours every day. Even she and ammi had to help out collecting water in pails while the haris scurried out to wait in lines for food and milk!

She wished Abid would be of greater help, but he seemed to disappear for the couple of hours curfew got lifted every day. His job as Assistant Manager at the Lahore branch of Habib Bank was on hold with all businesses shuttered up, and life was miserable in his day long fidgety and abusive presence. Atleast the couple of hours out of home seemed to calm him down - he came back all calm and dreamy, and quietly assured everyone that the Pakistani army would launch a "riposte" any day now.

But could the news be true? Abid obsessively followed BBC news on the transistor radio - all Pakistani media seemed to be down. That Forthington bitch was now spreading outlandish news of some massive Indian victory near Sahiwal... Sahiwal! That was just a couple of hours to the southwest of here! How could they have gotten so far in? Abid was always going on in internet fora about how the Pakistani army would kick any Indian offensives out in short order... could he be wrong and this Forthington bitch be right? She remembered Mustaq with a twinge... tall, fair, handsome Mustaq from her colony. How proud he and his parents had been, when he left for Kakul. When she last heard of him, his parents were boasting to anyone who cared to hear that he would be selecting armour. Was he in that battle? Her head was throbbing again, and she reached for the Disprin.

Others were listening to the same news as well.

Inayat Faruqi was a modest farmer in the green belt region of Hyderabad - Mirpur Khas. Life was hard, but mother Sindhu used to provide plenty of water until those Punjabis dammed her up! And then, when he and other Sindhi farmers had protested, the khakhis had descended. He fought hard to obliviate the memory of those days, but every time he saw khakhi, he had to swollow down his bile and his rage.

So he listened to Urdu and Sindhi service transmissions from whichever station he could get on his radio - a friend had even surreptitiously shown him how to get AIR's Sindhi broadcasts. So he listened everyday.

Was the unbelievable finally happening? Was it really true that there was a big battle at Sahiwal where the Indians smashed a huge Pakistani force? Were the rumors of columns advancing on Mirpur Khas true?

It was time to go to the tehsil mandi for a replacement V belt for his rickety tractor. Inayat took a bag with some water and an austere meal, and began the long trek...

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