Concentration Camp like Conditions in Tian Jiao Condemned
Indhopal's President condemned Tian Jiao for its treatment of refugees. Reliable reports indicated that many refugees were being held in what amounted to concentration camps. The President also called on Tian Xia to rein in its wayward province.
President Raj Ahten called on the FTO to apply economic sanctions to Tian Jiao and Tian Xia if the refugee situation didn't improve fast. He also called on the rest of the world to join Indhopal in, quote,
"Making a stand for decent treatment of war victims."
Joint Particle Accelerator Program Cancelled
Indhopal's parliament cut all funding for the Joint Particle Accelerator Program (JPAP) today. A budget deficit, brought on by the latest series of wars, was the reason the project was cancelled. One MP said,
"National survival of an ally takes precedence over particle physics."
SDNWorld Redux: Story Thread the First.
Adams Capitol District
The going had been slow but thankfully fruit was being born, with President Garrett holding the formal communique from Hong Kong agreeing to Tian Xia's attendance along with the Shinra Republic. With the major Frequesuan states having agreed to attendance already, all that was left was the Crimson Star Republic.
Of more serious note was a report crossing his desk that originated from the liaison officer operating with the Canissians in al-Akharabat. It remarked on a new epidemic there. An epidemic with symptoms that were far too familiar to make Stephen comfortable.
What are you up to, Marina? was the thought he had before putting it to the side and returning to more mundane matters of government budget proposals.
The going had been slow but thankfully fruit was being born, with President Garrett holding the formal communique from Hong Kong agreeing to Tian Xia's attendance along with the Shinra Republic. With the major Frequesuan states having agreed to attendance already, all that was left was the Crimson Star Republic.
Of more serious note was a report crossing his desk that originated from the liaison officer operating with the Canissians in al-Akharabat. It remarked on a new epidemic there. An epidemic with symptoms that were far too familiar to make Stephen comfortable.
What are you up to, Marina? was the thought he had before putting it to the side and returning to more mundane matters of government budget proposals.
”A Radical is a man with both feet planted firmly in the air.” – Franklin Delano Roosevelt
"No folly is more costly than the folly of intolerant idealism." - Sir Winston L. S. Churchill, Princips Britannia
American Conservatism is about the exercise of personal responsibility without state interference in the lives of the citizenry..... unless, of course, it involves using the bludgeon of state power to suppress things Conservatives do not like.
DONALD J. TRUMP IS A SEDITIOUS TRAITOR AND MUST BE IMPEACHED
"No folly is more costly than the folly of intolerant idealism." - Sir Winston L. S. Churchill, Princips Britannia
American Conservatism is about the exercise of personal responsibility without state interference in the lives of the citizenry..... unless, of course, it involves using the bludgeon of state power to suppress things Conservatives do not like.
DONALD J. TRUMP IS A SEDITIOUS TRAITOR AND MUST BE IMPEACHED
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Shinn Langley Soryu
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Somewhere in the northern CFR...
Gino Weinberg's thrust into the Central Frequesque Republic began on a relatively high note, with ex-Minoy Army cadres equipped with BTR-70 APCs and BRDM-2 scout cars spearheading massed gangsta and hillbilly assaults on isolated bandit groups and Revolutionary Front platoons. Supplies were seized, and any survivors were quickly rounded up into ad hoc "penal" units meant to soak up enemy fire while Gino's forces went to work. Some of the Minoy Army units that had deserted and fled into the CFR were rediscovered; while a few units refused to accept Gino's authority and resisted with force of arms, most were absorbed into his force structure without much fuss.
Things were actually going quite well for Gino until the Baernish Ducal Army's 1st and 2nd Heavy Regiments arrived in the region. What would have been a straightforward thrashing of the Revolutionary Front regulars rapidly devolved into a three-way brawl between the three factions involved, with Gino's forces getting caught in the middle as Baernish armor clashed with Revolutionary Front infantry.
Gino was not stupid. He knew that his forces would not stand a chance in a one-on-one confrontation against the Baernish military and lacked the numbers needed to completely subdue the Revolutionary Front's guards units, the Iron Tigers, and the few Minoy Army units still unaccounted for (Gino speculated that they were working for the Front now); he also recognized that the Revolutionary Front was Public Enemy #1 of the FTO nations involved in Operation Stabilizer. His new plan was a risky one: Go out to the Baernish forces, parley with their commander, and get their assistance in wiping out the Revolutionary Front once and for all.
The Mil Mi-8 Hip carrying Gino, still wearing its old Minoy military livery, somehow managed to reach the Baernish lines without much incident, save for a single dud Strela-2 fired at it from a Revolutionary Front guards company in the area; he made sure to broadcast his intents to the Baernish forces so that they wouldn't shoot him down. Once the rattletrap chopper touched down and Gino disembarked, he was greeted by a detachment of Baernish infantry, rifles pointed directly at him.
"My name is Gino Weinberg. I come in peace. I would like to speak to your commanding officer. It concerns the Revolutionary Front and its activities," Gino said to the Baernish soldiers as he unholstered his Browning Hi-Power and presented it to the detachment leader; he then put his hands up in the air and allowed the soldiers to frisk him for any more hidden weapons.
Gino Weinberg's thrust into the Central Frequesque Republic began on a relatively high note, with ex-Minoy Army cadres equipped with BTR-70 APCs and BRDM-2 scout cars spearheading massed gangsta and hillbilly assaults on isolated bandit groups and Revolutionary Front platoons. Supplies were seized, and any survivors were quickly rounded up into ad hoc "penal" units meant to soak up enemy fire while Gino's forces went to work. Some of the Minoy Army units that had deserted and fled into the CFR were rediscovered; while a few units refused to accept Gino's authority and resisted with force of arms, most were absorbed into his force structure without much fuss.
Things were actually going quite well for Gino until the Baernish Ducal Army's 1st and 2nd Heavy Regiments arrived in the region. What would have been a straightforward thrashing of the Revolutionary Front regulars rapidly devolved into a three-way brawl between the three factions involved, with Gino's forces getting caught in the middle as Baernish armor clashed with Revolutionary Front infantry.
Gino was not stupid. He knew that his forces would not stand a chance in a one-on-one confrontation against the Baernish military and lacked the numbers needed to completely subdue the Revolutionary Front's guards units, the Iron Tigers, and the few Minoy Army units still unaccounted for (Gino speculated that they were working for the Front now); he also recognized that the Revolutionary Front was Public Enemy #1 of the FTO nations involved in Operation Stabilizer. His new plan was a risky one: Go out to the Baernish forces, parley with their commander, and get their assistance in wiping out the Revolutionary Front once and for all.
The Mil Mi-8 Hip carrying Gino, still wearing its old Minoy military livery, somehow managed to reach the Baernish lines without much incident, save for a single dud Strela-2 fired at it from a Revolutionary Front guards company in the area; he made sure to broadcast his intents to the Baernish forces so that they wouldn't shoot him down. Once the rattletrap chopper touched down and Gino disembarked, he was greeted by a detachment of Baernish infantry, rifles pointed directly at him.
"My name is Gino Weinberg. I come in peace. I would like to speak to your commanding officer. It concerns the Revolutionary Front and its activities," Gino said to the Baernish soldiers as he unholstered his Browning Hi-Power and presented it to the detachment leader; he then put his hands up in the air and allowed the soldiers to frisk him for any more hidden weapons.
I ship Eino Ilmari Juutilainen x Lydia V. Litvyak.
Phantasee: Don't be a dick.
Stofsk: What are you, his mother?
The Yosemite Bear: Obviously, which means that he's grounded, and that she needs to go back to sucking Mr. Coffee's cock.
"d-did... did this thread just turn into Thanas/PeZook slash fiction?" - Ilya Muromets[/size]
Stofsk: What are you, his mother?
The Yosemite Bear: Obviously, which means that he's grounded, and that she needs to go back to sucking Mr. Coffee's cock.
"d-did... did this thread just turn into Thanas/PeZook slash fiction?" - Ilya Muromets[/size]
Refugee resettlement continues in Tian Jiao
Refugees from the Uranium War continue to be resettled in both Frequesque and Messamerica. Officials stated that over a thousand displaced persons had already been resettled. One of the camp commandants, Colonel Li Shaoran spoke about the alleged mistreatment of refugees, "We've got pallets of clothing just sitting around. We're in a tropical country. Most people wear as little as possible when outside. Until now, no reporters were interested in coming around. I guess they just didn't think there was a story to be had. Yeah, food supplies are a bit low, but it's not exactly a starvation diet. We did have problems with some troublemakers in the early times, where they'd force others to give up their food, but they've ended up at a special camp."
Additional nuclear ships ordered by Tian Xia Navy
All of the ships are of what is currently known as the DGN-52 Flight II class. Given historical practice, it's likely that they will perform as escorts for the carrier battlegroups.
Where are the POWS?
Over a hundred servicemen are still unaccounted for from the Uranium War. AFSR officials claim to have no knowledge of the whereabouts of these men, however the battlefields of Western Tian Jiao have been searched quite thoroughly, and it's suspected that they are being secretly kept by the AFSR for an unknown reason. Among the missing is Maj Yukito Tsukishiro, TJAF, the highest ranking casualty of the conflict.
Refugees from the Uranium War continue to be resettled in both Frequesque and Messamerica. Officials stated that over a thousand displaced persons had already been resettled. One of the camp commandants, Colonel Li Shaoran spoke about the alleged mistreatment of refugees, "We've got pallets of clothing just sitting around. We're in a tropical country. Most people wear as little as possible when outside. Until now, no reporters were interested in coming around. I guess they just didn't think there was a story to be had. Yeah, food supplies are a bit low, but it's not exactly a starvation diet. We did have problems with some troublemakers in the early times, where they'd force others to give up their food, but they've ended up at a special camp."
Additional nuclear ships ordered by Tian Xia Navy
All of the ships are of what is currently known as the DGN-52 Flight II class. Given historical practice, it's likely that they will perform as escorts for the carrier battlegroups.
Where are the POWS?
Over a hundred servicemen are still unaccounted for from the Uranium War. AFSR officials claim to have no knowledge of the whereabouts of these men, however the battlefields of Western Tian Jiao have been searched quite thoroughly, and it's suspected that they are being secretly kept by the AFSR for an unknown reason. Among the missing is Maj Yukito Tsukishiro, TJAF, the highest ranking casualty of the conflict.
"preemptive killing of cops might not be such a bad idea from a personal saftey[sic] standpoint..." --Keevan Colton
"There's a word for bias you can't see: Yours." -- William Saletan
"There's a word for bias you can't see: Yours." -- William Saletan
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Karmic Knight
- Jedi Master
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Intercepted Phone Conversation
Line One: Hello?
Line Two: We have a problem.
Line One: What?
Line Two: I… broke the TV.
Line One: Well… Fuck, wait what do you mean, you ‘Broke the TV?’
Line Two: I mean that literally.
Line One: So he’s
Line Two: NO! THIS ISN’T SECURE!
Line One: Is… it dead, or… can we still get reception?
Line Two: Yeah, just busted the frame, think I might have cracked something, but I can’t find it.
Line One: How far are you from point h, then?
Line Two: Seventy-Eighty Kilometres, we’ll be there in about an hour, maybe two.
Line One: Report back afterwards, we can’t get the TV out without it being in pristine condition.
Line Two: Understood.
Operation Stabilizer, Vinish Headquarters
Commander Wallace Breen, the man in charge of all the Vinish forces in Operation Stabilizer (A Rotating Light Brigade, a rotating Heliborne Assault Brigade, and a Heavy Armour Brigade), had chosen to operate the Vinish part of operation Stabilizer out of an abandoned radio tower. This allowed him to continue a pastime he had developed during his tenure as the Director of Stets’ Fermentation Complex, to make inane announcements with lots of gusto. This was a special chance for Breen, as he got to do something he rarely did, ask for a response. He looked toward his technician, “Are we ready to go live?”
“Yes, Commander Breen,” he said, waiting a few moments, and then turning the microphones on.
”I would like to take a moment to address, a mister Gino Weinberg, of Minoy. I am talking to you, the leader of the Minoy armed intrusion into the CFR. What are your goals in the CFR. Are they to strip mine the country dry? Are they to conquer a personal kingdom? The Vinish Forces would like to know, if you are leading an expedition with similar goals to Operation Stabilizer, join it. If you wish for your own fiefdom, give us a picture of what land you want, I’m sure we can reach an agreement.”
Line One: Hello?
Line Two: We have a problem.
Line One: What?
Line Two: I… broke the TV.
Line One: Well… Fuck, wait what do you mean, you ‘Broke the TV?’
Line Two: I mean that literally.
Line One: So he’s
Line Two: NO! THIS ISN’T SECURE!
Line One: Is… it dead, or… can we still get reception?
Line Two: Yeah, just busted the frame, think I might have cracked something, but I can’t find it.
Line One: How far are you from point h, then?
Line Two: Seventy-Eighty Kilometres, we’ll be there in about an hour, maybe two.
Line One: Report back afterwards, we can’t get the TV out without it being in pristine condition.
Line Two: Understood.
Operation Stabilizer, Vinish Headquarters
Commander Wallace Breen, the man in charge of all the Vinish forces in Operation Stabilizer (A Rotating Light Brigade, a rotating Heliborne Assault Brigade, and a Heavy Armour Brigade), had chosen to operate the Vinish part of operation Stabilizer out of an abandoned radio tower. This allowed him to continue a pastime he had developed during his tenure as the Director of Stets’ Fermentation Complex, to make inane announcements with lots of gusto. This was a special chance for Breen, as he got to do something he rarely did, ask for a response. He looked toward his technician, “Are we ready to go live?”
“Yes, Commander Breen,” he said, waiting a few moments, and then turning the microphones on.
”I would like to take a moment to address, a mister Gino Weinberg, of Minoy. I am talking to you, the leader of the Minoy armed intrusion into the CFR. What are your goals in the CFR. Are they to strip mine the country dry? Are they to conquer a personal kingdom? The Vinish Forces would like to know, if you are leading an expedition with similar goals to Operation Stabilizer, join it. If you wish for your own fiefdom, give us a picture of what land you want, I’m sure we can reach an agreement.”
This is an empty country and I am it's king, and I should not be allowed to touch anything.
Union Press
Nygaardsvold gets Parliamentry go ahead, Expedition to be sent
Nygaardsvold Logging Headquarters, Ingvarsburg, Ingvarsland Province-Today Nygaardsvold Logging INC has been given a parliamentry Go Ahead, allowing the Zorian Logging company to set up shop in Velaria.
The plan is to establish a logging base on Dennis Shitake Island (named for the Shroomanian explorer (1782-1815) who sent a team of twelve men team into the Dragonsnake to chart it, two of which came out) near the mouth and five kilometers from Port Adria scientific base. The island is leaf shaped and about 2 kilometers across. The base shall include a basic sawmill, lumberyard and port to send off timber. Earlier this morning, largescale clearing on the Island has begun in preperation for the future base.
Nygaardvold Logging plans on having aproximately 500 personnel on sight invovled in various tasks, along with plans to have 100 additional support personnel from various Zorian Firms to operate support facillities, such as serving as cooks and running entertainment facillities. For security, the RZA has been authorized to deploy a century of Infantry for defense. "The place is very rich in useful timber, making a profit in the area should be childsplay" CEO Franklin Nygaardson told the press in a conference earlier today "We should be seeing profits soon after the facillity is opened."
Nygaardsvold gets Parliamentry go ahead, Expedition to be sent
Nygaardsvold Logging Headquarters, Ingvarsburg, Ingvarsland Province-Today Nygaardsvold Logging INC has been given a parliamentry Go Ahead, allowing the Zorian Logging company to set up shop in Velaria.
The plan is to establish a logging base on Dennis Shitake Island (named for the Shroomanian explorer (1782-1815) who sent a team of twelve men team into the Dragonsnake to chart it, two of which came out) near the mouth and five kilometers from Port Adria scientific base. The island is leaf shaped and about 2 kilometers across. The base shall include a basic sawmill, lumberyard and port to send off timber. Earlier this morning, largescale clearing on the Island has begun in preperation for the future base.
Nygaardvold Logging plans on having aproximately 500 personnel on sight invovled in various tasks, along with plans to have 100 additional support personnel from various Zorian Firms to operate support facillities, such as serving as cooks and running entertainment facillities. For security, the RZA has been authorized to deploy a century of Infantry for defense. "The place is very rich in useful timber, making a profit in the area should be childsplay" CEO Franklin Nygaardson told the press in a conference earlier today "We should be seeing profits soon after the facillity is opened."
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HAIL ZOR! WE'LL BLOW UP THE OCEAN!
Heros of Cybertron-HAB-Keeper of the Vicious pit of Allosauruses-King Leighton-I, United Kingdom of Zoria: SD.net World/Tsar Mikhail-I of the Red Tsardom: SD.net Kingdoms
WHEN ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE ON EARTH, ALL EARTH BREAKS LOOSE ON HELL
Terran Sphere
The Art of Zor
Heros of Cybertron-HAB-Keeper of the Vicious pit of Allosauruses-King Leighton-I, United Kingdom of Zoria: SD.net World/Tsar Mikhail-I of the Red Tsardom: SD.net Kingdoms
WHEN ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE ON EARTH, ALL EARTH BREAKS LOOSE ON HELL
Terran Sphere
The Art of Zor
Coilerburg Navy destroys Sabikan fleet
A recent naval engagement between Sabikan and Coilerburg vessels off the northern shore of Frequesue has ended in a decisive victory for Coilerburg.
An old frigate and four FACs sortied out in an attempt to intercept shipping between Coilerburg and San Dorado.
The Sabikan frigate Matia, sunk during the battle
Unfortunately for the Sabikans, they encountered a far superior Coilerburg force in the form of five corvettes and the two shining, powerful destroyers Ripper and Fighter. The Coilerburg Northern Sea Force had been on patrol when it heard of the sortie from intellegence, and moved out to meet it.
A lopsided naval battle resulted, with the entire Sabikan fleet wiped out. The Matia collapsed under countless missile hits, while three of the four fast attack craft were sunk immediately during the first missile exchange. As the fourth one attempted to fleet, it was pursued by Coilerburg corvettes, attempting to sink it with gunfire.
In a display of amazing courage, the missile boat B-7 surprised the Coilerburg corvettes by suddenly rushing towards them at high speed with its small guns blazing away. The corvette C-33 was hit in a vulnerable location by MB-7's gunfire, sinking her as her ammunition went up in a specactular explosion. The little boat did not last long after her adversary, as the remaining Coilerburg corvettes buried it with 76mm shells, sending it to the bottom quickly.
While Coilerburg struggles with the Sabika/Omago armies on land, this naval victory has proven a huge boost to morale for the embattled nation.
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Order of battle:
Coilerburg:
Rear Admiral Michael Kohler
Destroyers:
CBS Ripper (Flag)
CBS Fighter
Corvettes:
CBS C-27
CBS C-29
CBS C-30
CBS C-33 (Sunk, 42 killed)
CBS C-35
Sabika:
Rear Admiral Paulo Kepa (KIA)
Frigate:
Matia (Flag) (Sunk, 245 killed)
FACs:
MB-3 (Sunk, 28 killed)
MB-5 (Sunk, 25 killed)
MB-7 (Sunk, 27 killed)
MB-8 (Sunk, 28 killed)
Losses:
Coilerburg: One corvette, 42 dead
Sabika: One frigate, four FACs, 353 dead
A recent naval engagement between Sabikan and Coilerburg vessels off the northern shore of Frequesue has ended in a decisive victory for Coilerburg.
An old frigate and four FACs sortied out in an attempt to intercept shipping between Coilerburg and San Dorado.
The Sabikan frigate Matia, sunk during the battle
Unfortunately for the Sabikans, they encountered a far superior Coilerburg force in the form of five corvettes and the two shining, powerful destroyers Ripper and Fighter. The Coilerburg Northern Sea Force had been on patrol when it heard of the sortie from intellegence, and moved out to meet it.
A lopsided naval battle resulted, with the entire Sabikan fleet wiped out. The Matia collapsed under countless missile hits, while three of the four fast attack craft were sunk immediately during the first missile exchange. As the fourth one attempted to fleet, it was pursued by Coilerburg corvettes, attempting to sink it with gunfire.
In a display of amazing courage, the missile boat B-7 surprised the Coilerburg corvettes by suddenly rushing towards them at high speed with its small guns blazing away. The corvette C-33 was hit in a vulnerable location by MB-7's gunfire, sinking her as her ammunition went up in a specactular explosion. The little boat did not last long after her adversary, as the remaining Coilerburg corvettes buried it with 76mm shells, sending it to the bottom quickly.
While Coilerburg struggles with the Sabika/Omago armies on land, this naval victory has proven a huge boost to morale for the embattled nation.
_____________________________________________________________
Order of battle:
Coilerburg:
Rear Admiral Michael Kohler
Destroyers:
CBS Ripper (Flag)
CBS Fighter
Corvettes:
CBS C-27
CBS C-29
CBS C-30
CBS C-33 (Sunk, 42 killed)
CBS C-35
Sabika:
Rear Admiral Paulo Kepa (KIA)
Frigate:
Matia (Flag) (Sunk, 245 killed)
FACs:
MB-3 (Sunk, 28 killed)
MB-5 (Sunk, 25 killed)
MB-7 (Sunk, 27 killed)
MB-8 (Sunk, 28 killed)
Losses:
Coilerburg: One corvette, 42 dead
Sabika: One frigate, four FACs, 353 dead
Visitor of five museum ships.
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K. A. Pital
- Glamorous Commie
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Westchester Airspace, Frequesque
The An-124 pilot once again transmitted a message to clear the plane for landing.
It carried around a hundred men - POWs from the PRSF-Westchester war - for re-patriation.
The CSR government informed Westchester about the return of POWs in advance.
However, one person was missing...
CSR, Stasograd. Lubyanka square. PCIA headquarters.
- Major Tsukishiro, I feel this conversation is going nowhere, - Andropovsky smiled. - I need information. I got nothing so far. You must understand - you will be listed as MIA for many, many years. No one knows you are here. No one will ever know. Unless, of course, you collaborate.
The An-124 pilot once again transmitted a message to clear the plane for landing.
It carried around a hundred men - POWs from the PRSF-Westchester war - for re-patriation.
The CSR government informed Westchester about the return of POWs in advance.
However, one person was missing...
CSR, Stasograd. Lubyanka square. PCIA headquarters.
- Major Tsukishiro, I feel this conversation is going nowhere, - Andropovsky smiled. - I need information. I got nothing so far. You must understand - you will be listed as MIA for many, many years. No one knows you are here. No one will ever know. Unless, of course, you collaborate.
Lì ci sono chiese, macerie, moschee e questure, lì frontiere, prezzi inaccessibile e freddure
Lì paludi, minacce, cecchini coi fucili, documenti, file notturne e clandestini
Qui incontri, lotte, passi sincronizzati, colori, capannelli non autorizzati,
Uccelli migratori, reti, informazioni, piazze di Tutti i like pazze di passioni...
...La tranquillità è importante ma la libertà è tutto!
Lì paludi, minacce, cecchini coi fucili, documenti, file notturne e clandestini
Qui incontri, lotte, passi sincronizzati, colori, capannelli non autorizzati,
Uccelli migratori, reti, informazioni, piazze di Tutti i like pazze di passioni...
...La tranquillità è importante ma la libertà è tutto!
Assalti Frontali
With the announcements of support from not only a majority of the major Frequesuan states but Tian Xia, the Shinra Republic, and the Crimson Star Republic, the Republic of Cascadia is preparing facilities in the Capital City of Adams to host talks on the matter of the continent of Frequesue and its proposed neutrality in global affairs.
The hope of the Garrett Administration is a treaty by those concerned, as well as other nations that may participate, to acknowledge the neutrality of the continent in great power affairs (with, now, likely exceptions for the AFSR and Tian Jiao) and if seen as necessary to provide whatever diplomatic mechanisms, or otherwise, are necessary to allow the Frequesuan states - possibly in the guise of the FTO - to enforce the neutrality of their continent in the affairs of the great powers and their alliance blocs.
Plans are to open the summit in March of 2009 (OOC: Start next Friday night or Saturday night real time, as game-time 2009 starts Monday). President Garrett will be in attendance for the first day and act as presiding chairman (OOC: I'm not sure if "I" will be capable, in-character, of being there every day, or if I'll have to relegate chair duties to my VicePrez or to a Cabinent official. I figure I may be able to justify presiding over the talks completely.)
The hope of the Garrett Administration is a treaty by those concerned, as well as other nations that may participate, to acknowledge the neutrality of the continent in great power affairs (with, now, likely exceptions for the AFSR and Tian Jiao) and if seen as necessary to provide whatever diplomatic mechanisms, or otherwise, are necessary to allow the Frequesuan states - possibly in the guise of the FTO - to enforce the neutrality of their continent in the affairs of the great powers and their alliance blocs.
Plans are to open the summit in March of 2009 (OOC: Start next Friday night or Saturday night real time, as game-time 2009 starts Monday). President Garrett will be in attendance for the first day and act as presiding chairman (OOC: I'm not sure if "I" will be capable, in-character, of being there every day, or if I'll have to relegate chair duties to my VicePrez or to a Cabinent official. I figure I may be able to justify presiding over the talks completely.)
”A Radical is a man with both feet planted firmly in the air.” – Franklin Delano Roosevelt
"No folly is more costly than the folly of intolerant idealism." - Sir Winston L. S. Churchill, Princips Britannia
American Conservatism is about the exercise of personal responsibility without state interference in the lives of the citizenry..... unless, of course, it involves using the bludgeon of state power to suppress things Conservatives do not like.
DONALD J. TRUMP IS A SEDITIOUS TRAITOR AND MUST BE IMPEACHED
"No folly is more costly than the folly of intolerant idealism." - Sir Winston L. S. Churchill, Princips Britannia
American Conservatism is about the exercise of personal responsibility without state interference in the lives of the citizenry..... unless, of course, it involves using the bludgeon of state power to suppress things Conservatives do not like.
DONALD J. TRUMP IS A SEDITIOUS TRAITOR AND MUST BE IMPEACHED
Co-written with Norseman
General Advisory from the PeZookian Foreign Ministry
TO ALL SHIPS AT SEA
The bulk freighter "Spirit Of Freedom" is suspected to be carrying PeZookian citizens, abducted recently from the area around Fabowice and forced into slavery. We hereby request any information about sightings of that ships be immediately reported to relevant authorities, including PeZookian consulates.
Four hours from Sweethaven, Astaria
"Look there Kasia!" Oliver Gill said, pointing towards Astaria.
Though they were hours away Kasia saw the grey shroud of smog surrounding Sweethaven. Beyond that lay tall, dark cliffs, only a few of which jutted up above the smog layer. It was a horrid scene, like something out of Mordor. Then again she'd half expected something like this.
"Ah Sweethaven, a place where you won't be bothered by meddling officials," he said. In truth he exaggerated a bit for Kasia's benefit. There were government officials, but not very good ones; few people who could afford to go elsewhere stayed in Sweethaven.
"Why is that horrible place called Sweethaven?" Kaisa asked.
Sweethaven was the third largest harbour in Astaria, though it had a bad reputation. There were many reasons for this, trapped in a valley basin polluted air remained much longer. The whole city was often shrouded in smog. Most people who could move out had, but the harbour was so important that it kept working no matter what.
"It's surrounded by mountains, see?" he said, pointing, "So the pollution can't get out." He kissed her again, "Don't worry, we won't stay long, and I've prepared a cargo container just for you. It's sound proof and everything."
Kasia forced herself not to stiffen, instead she smiled and added, "But won't it be dark and awful?" It made her sick to play the naïve university girl, but she had to be careful or ... a shudder went through her body as she thought of how she was broken in.
"I'll give you a battery light and some books."
Intelligence briefing: PeZookian cabinet
Foreign Minister: Mateusz Buczynski
Interior Minister: Karol Plesiewski
Defence Minister: Radoslaw Sikorski
Finance Minister: Beata Kralewska
Labor Minister: Stefan Krauze
Health Minister: Patrycja Szewc
Orena, Royal Palace
The Foreign Minister received the letter during early morning hours and read it over his coffee ; Noting the careful wording.
"Did they really get that scared?", he mused to himself, making a few quick notes. As soon as he put the letter down, the Interior Minister entered the office.
"Hi, Matt. You wanted to see me over that Astaria situation", he said, sitting down on one of the plush chairs.
"Yeah...did you read the briefing files I sent you?"
"The ones on Astarian culture and law? Yeah. Must've been pretty hard to assemble that information."
"I have talented assistants. Listen, the Astarians sent me a little letter...here, take a look at it yourself."
The Interior Minister read the letter very carefully.
"So...they want to co-operate..."
"Yes. I'm reasonably sure it's not a political ploy, too. I really don't think they'd be stupid enough to organize and support an operation to kidnap citizens from other countries: the entire world would gang up on them in response."
"So let me guess. You want to take them up on their offer and exchange liaison officers."
"Exactly. I'd need a good team of talented cops to send over there."
"I'll see what I can do."
Eighteen hours later, Fabowice
Amanda was sitting in her kitchen, a cup of hot tea in her hands. She couldn't sleep, for the second night in a row: whenever she tried, she'd see the gigantic warehouse, full of silent human faces looking at her from their cages. They said nothing, but the guilt was almost impossible to bear.
Then she'd hear noises: the horrible yells and gasps of pain during nights, when guards abused their victims. "Breaking in", they called it, as the RIS officer told her later. They destroyed the slave's will to resist, turning them into obedient and subservient cattle.
Sometimes, she'd also see the scene which happened outside the warehouse, when she was "bought". When she was being led away from the compound, convinced she'd never see her family again,and she looked in the face of a young man walking by. He smiled at her and whispered: "It's gonna be okay", and at that moment she understood she was free. Then she'd feel guilt: she lucked out, but all the others were...gone. They'd never see home again.
The phone rang, bursting her bubble of misery. She wondered who it could be, calling at such a late hour.
It was Sebastian.
"Amanda? I hope I didn't wake you up."
"Uh...no, no. I wasn't sleeping."
"I see. Listen, there's been a breakthrough in the case. They identified the ship which took the slaves from Karic's Pride...it's Astarian."
"You've got to be kidding me. The Astarians did it?"
"No, just an Astarian. But we know they took the slaves to the island, and that it's apparently illegal by their law..."
"Wait a second", Amanda interrupted him, "...they hold slaves there, right? How is that illegal?"
"They only use legal slaves. It's a bit complicated, but the end result is that they want to help us look for our people. They requested liaison officers, and I just got a call from the Ministry. I am to assemble a good team and report to Orena in two days time."
"So?"
"So how would you like to go there and get those bastards?"
For a second, Amanda said nothing. Then she smiled, like a predator who just caught the smell of its prey again.
"Count me in"
Orena, Kosciuszko Avenue, RIS headquarters
"Three dead, six wounded", captain Nalecki reported, matter-of-factly, to General Kulinsky, "I estimate we killed around thirty slavers and released one hundred eighty two slaves."
Kulinsky nodded to himself. He'd read the official report on the operation, of course - on reality, he called Nalecki here for a different matter.
"I would like to officially commend you on this operation, captain, but you must understand that it never happened. Oh, most people there are suspecting something, but we can't officially admit to it just yet."
"Of course, sir.", Nalecki replied. It was a shame that the families of the men who died would never know how and why it happened, but duty sometimes demanded such things, "If I may say, sir, I am sorry we didn't get there in time."
"Well, at least nobody's going to try and kidnap PeZookians again for some time. And...actually, it may not be too late."
"What do you mean, sir?"
"We know the hostages were taken aboard a ship bound for Astaria. We even know the name of the ship: we put out a general advisory on the matter. However, we also contacted Astarian authorities for help. As it turns out, they are co-operative and would like to assist us in shutting down the slave ring."
"Astarians want to shut down a slaving operation?", the captain seemed genuinely surprised
"Yes. Apparently, there is both legal and illegal slavery there, and we're chasing an illegal slaver. Anyway, what matters is that we're sending a team of liaison officers there, and I want you and five of your men on it."
Nalecki thought about the proposal for a minute.
"May I ask why? It sounds like a police job."
"That's because it is. But to be frank, I don't quite trust Astarians. You'll make sure nothing happens to the officers during their stay there."
"I see. In this case, I should probably chose my team as soon as possible."
"Of course. Dismissed."
Official communique of the Foreign Ministry to the Astarian government
Sent through the embassy in Byzantium
We accept the proposal for exchange of liaison officers and all information relevant to the investigation. We shall provide a list of names and bios on all liaison team members promptly, and formally request a meeting to work out the nature of their competences in Astaria.
Signed,
Jozef Brzecki, undersecretary, Foreign Ministry
General Advisory from the PeZookian Foreign Ministry
TO ALL SHIPS AT SEA
The bulk freighter "Spirit Of Freedom" is suspected to be carrying PeZookian citizens, abducted recently from the area around Fabowice and forced into slavery. We hereby request any information about sightings of that ships be immediately reported to relevant authorities, including PeZookian consulates.
Four hours from Sweethaven, Astaria
"Look there Kasia!" Oliver Gill said, pointing towards Astaria.
Though they were hours away Kasia saw the grey shroud of smog surrounding Sweethaven. Beyond that lay tall, dark cliffs, only a few of which jutted up above the smog layer. It was a horrid scene, like something out of Mordor. Then again she'd half expected something like this.
"Ah Sweethaven, a place where you won't be bothered by meddling officials," he said. In truth he exaggerated a bit for Kasia's benefit. There were government officials, but not very good ones; few people who could afford to go elsewhere stayed in Sweethaven.
"Why is that horrible place called Sweethaven?" Kaisa asked.
Sweethaven was the third largest harbour in Astaria, though it had a bad reputation. There were many reasons for this, trapped in a valley basin polluted air remained much longer. The whole city was often shrouded in smog. Most people who could move out had, but the harbour was so important that it kept working no matter what.
"It's surrounded by mountains, see?" he said, pointing, "So the pollution can't get out." He kissed her again, "Don't worry, we won't stay long, and I've prepared a cargo container just for you. It's sound proof and everything."
Kasia forced herself not to stiffen, instead she smiled and added, "But won't it be dark and awful?" It made her sick to play the naïve university girl, but she had to be careful or ... a shudder went through her body as she thought of how she was broken in.
"I'll give you a battery light and some books."
Intelligence briefing: PeZookian cabinet
Foreign Minister: Mateusz Buczynski
Interior Minister: Karol Plesiewski
Defence Minister: Radoslaw Sikorski
Finance Minister: Beata Kralewska
Labor Minister: Stefan Krauze
Health Minister: Patrycja Szewc
Orena, Royal Palace
The Foreign Minister received the letter during early morning hours and read it over his coffee ; Noting the careful wording.
"Did they really get that scared?", he mused to himself, making a few quick notes. As soon as he put the letter down, the Interior Minister entered the office.
"Hi, Matt. You wanted to see me over that Astaria situation", he said, sitting down on one of the plush chairs.
"Yeah...did you read the briefing files I sent you?"
"The ones on Astarian culture and law? Yeah. Must've been pretty hard to assemble that information."
"I have talented assistants. Listen, the Astarians sent me a little letter...here, take a look at it yourself."
The Interior Minister read the letter very carefully.
"So...they want to co-operate..."
"Yes. I'm reasonably sure it's not a political ploy, too. I really don't think they'd be stupid enough to organize and support an operation to kidnap citizens from other countries: the entire world would gang up on them in response."
"So let me guess. You want to take them up on their offer and exchange liaison officers."
"Exactly. I'd need a good team of talented cops to send over there."
"I'll see what I can do."
Eighteen hours later, Fabowice
Amanda was sitting in her kitchen, a cup of hot tea in her hands. She couldn't sleep, for the second night in a row: whenever she tried, she'd see the gigantic warehouse, full of silent human faces looking at her from their cages. They said nothing, but the guilt was almost impossible to bear.
Then she'd hear noises: the horrible yells and gasps of pain during nights, when guards abused their victims. "Breaking in", they called it, as the RIS officer told her later. They destroyed the slave's will to resist, turning them into obedient and subservient cattle.
Sometimes, she'd also see the scene which happened outside the warehouse, when she was "bought". When she was being led away from the compound, convinced she'd never see her family again,and she looked in the face of a young man walking by. He smiled at her and whispered: "It's gonna be okay", and at that moment she understood she was free. Then she'd feel guilt: she lucked out, but all the others were...gone. They'd never see home again.
The phone rang, bursting her bubble of misery. She wondered who it could be, calling at such a late hour.
It was Sebastian.
"Amanda? I hope I didn't wake you up."
"Uh...no, no. I wasn't sleeping."
"I see. Listen, there's been a breakthrough in the case. They identified the ship which took the slaves from Karic's Pride...it's Astarian."
"You've got to be kidding me. The Astarians did it?"
"No, just an Astarian. But we know they took the slaves to the island, and that it's apparently illegal by their law..."
"Wait a second", Amanda interrupted him, "...they hold slaves there, right? How is that illegal?"
"They only use legal slaves. It's a bit complicated, but the end result is that they want to help us look for our people. They requested liaison officers, and I just got a call from the Ministry. I am to assemble a good team and report to Orena in two days time."
"So?"
"So how would you like to go there and get those bastards?"
For a second, Amanda said nothing. Then she smiled, like a predator who just caught the smell of its prey again.
"Count me in"
Orena, Kosciuszko Avenue, RIS headquarters
"Three dead, six wounded", captain Nalecki reported, matter-of-factly, to General Kulinsky, "I estimate we killed around thirty slavers and released one hundred eighty two slaves."
Kulinsky nodded to himself. He'd read the official report on the operation, of course - on reality, he called Nalecki here for a different matter.
"I would like to officially commend you on this operation, captain, but you must understand that it never happened. Oh, most people there are suspecting something, but we can't officially admit to it just yet."
"Of course, sir.", Nalecki replied. It was a shame that the families of the men who died would never know how and why it happened, but duty sometimes demanded such things, "If I may say, sir, I am sorry we didn't get there in time."
"Well, at least nobody's going to try and kidnap PeZookians again for some time. And...actually, it may not be too late."
"What do you mean, sir?"
"We know the hostages were taken aboard a ship bound for Astaria. We even know the name of the ship: we put out a general advisory on the matter. However, we also contacted Astarian authorities for help. As it turns out, they are co-operative and would like to assist us in shutting down the slave ring."
"Astarians want to shut down a slaving operation?", the captain seemed genuinely surprised
"Yes. Apparently, there is both legal and illegal slavery there, and we're chasing an illegal slaver. Anyway, what matters is that we're sending a team of liaison officers there, and I want you and five of your men on it."
Nalecki thought about the proposal for a minute.
"May I ask why? It sounds like a police job."
"That's because it is. But to be frank, I don't quite trust Astarians. You'll make sure nothing happens to the officers during their stay there."
"I see. In this case, I should probably chose my team as soon as possible."
"Of course. Dismissed."
Official communique of the Foreign Ministry to the Astarian government
Sent through the embassy in Byzantium
We accept the proposal for exchange of liaison officers and all information relevant to the investigation. We shall provide a list of names and bios on all liaison team members promptly, and formally request a meeting to work out the nature of their competences in Astaria.
Signed,
Jozef Brzecki, undersecretary, Foreign Ministry
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
- NEIL ARMSTRONG, MISSION COMMANDER, APOLLO 11
Signature dedicated to the greatest achievement of mankind.
MILDLY DERANGED PHYSICIST does not mind BREAKING the SOUND BARRIER, because it is INSURED. - Simon_Jester considering the problems of hypersonic flight for Team L.A.M.E.
Air Support
Skies over southern Coilerburg
Captain Silvian Veltroni, Sabikan Air Force, pulled his Su-39 level and glanced down at the serene, brown-green flatness of the Rovigo-Carpi highlands, in the depths of the Coilerburg’s southern highlands, his helmet’s visor slid upward to give him an unobstructed view of the plateau. Responding to navigation cues from Senigallia AFB from which he’d just taken off, he put his fighter into a right bank, levelling out to run parallel to the plateau that slowly sloped up to the mountains in the distance. Behind him, the other three aircraft in his flight, call sign ‘Vittorius’, turned to follow his lead, the aircrafts’ dual engines screaming through the wet air.
“Visual contact with armoured friendlies,” Veltroni reported. Halfway across the plateau, a mixed battalion composed of Type 59 MBTs, BTR-80 APCs and several ZSU-23 Shilkas, were advancing along the highway away from the border. Veltroni spared a moment to examine the infantry fanning out towards the bluffs on the edges of the upland, BMP-2 and armoured trucks leading the way at a fast clip.
Veltroni keyed his radio for a burst message, telling the armoured force his flight was on station. The reply was initially equally terse, but then the ground commander came back with a longer transmission, “Vittorius Lead, Alpha Three-Zero reports company strength mechanized formation moving towards position STROMBOLI. You are to move ahead and support allied elements in that region.” Operational data followed, as did quick information for an aerial attack.
The aircraft of Vittorius flight had barely even taken off from Sabikan soil, but neither Sabika nor Coilerburg were particularly large nations in terms of land area, and especially by aircraft the Thistlewaithe Valley, where elements of the Coilerburg Army were putting up dogged resistance, was only a stones throw away. The flight turned towards the border and the CA force, readying their weapons as they went. Veltroni grinned. This was to be his first encounter with enemy forces, and thus far things were going quite well.
Without warning, a bleating noise came from his flight helmet and the radar warning lit up like a Christmas tree as Veltroni picked up targeting radars painting him. Then all sorts of horns and buzzers went off as the aircraft notified him of active AtA missiles locking onto his tail pipe. Veltroni swore and pulled his aircraft in a steep turn. His flight scattered, pulling massive Gs as they went. Behind him, one of his wingmen suddenly exploded in a ball of fire.
What’s happening? What the hell is happening? With cold sweat on his forehead and bleating alarms in his ears, Veltroni pulled his aircraft out of its dive at nearly tree level, dodging and weaving, sweating as he popped chaff and flares, desperately trying to shake the missiles on his tail. The battalion’s Shilka’s began firing wildly, although Veltroni much doubted they actually had eyes on anything. Behind him, the first Mark 84 bombs already began to hammer down on the Sabikan spearhead.
Rung Ho!
Somewhere deep in the jungles of North-Frequesue
Patiently, Ganju Lama waited in the undergrowth, listening to the faint footfalls of the approaching native patrol. He cursed his bad luck. Seven days crossing swamps and jungles without trouble. Three days within the native’s perimeter and never a sniff of trouble. Now, a few hours before zero, the bloody aboriginals were all over the place. He wondered if the mission was compromised. It was just like his tutors had always said: things always went wrong when you least expect it.
The natives were coming closer now. He hoped none of the others would take a shot. The sound would carry through the jungle and alert every warrior within miles. He trusted Thapa not to. Thapa had been trained alongside him in the Gorkha Barracks back in Tanstaafl. He was reliable. Lama didn’t known about the new troops though. He believed they would be. He had trained them himself. Still, it wasn’t the same as working with soldiers who had been trained by the elite Ghorka instructors. You knew you could trust them with your life. He held his breath, praying to Vishnu that he wouldn’t hear a shot ring out.
The patrol was close now. Lama could hear their breathing, smell their sweat. Five warriors, he guessed, from the sound of their bare feet on the mossy soil. One of them was limping. A branch tickled his face, displaced by the body of the man moving round the bend.
Lama would take the leader. He’d have to trust the others to take care of the ones behind. If one of them blew it, Lama knew he’d take a bullet or a blade in the back. Now it was time to act. Lama crouched low and sprang. He ripped through the jungle canopy and put his hand over the mouth of the leading warrior. His free hand pushed his Kukri knife up through the man’s vertebrae. The half-naked warrior flopped like a fish out of water. Lama cut his throat, quickly and quietly like he had been taught. Another bastard bites the dust, he thought, and rubbed the sweat off the tattoo that professed his loyalty to the Guru Gorakhnath.
Ghale emerged from the undergrowth. There was blood on his long and crooked combat knife. “None of them got away, sahib. We made sure of it.”
“Good”, said Lama. “We don’t want the whole mission compromised because of one lousy patrol.”
Interrogation of natives captured after the assaults on Real Eight had yielded knowledge of the existence of a temple deep in the jungles. Both Tanstaafl and San Doradan intelligence agreed that this was apparently the headquarters of the insurrection against the settlement on the shores of the Orizaco river. Unfortunately aerial patrols hadn’t managed to pick it out, and the SDA lacked seasoned jungle-fighters. Lama scoffed at the weak northerners. For all their technological wizardry, he couldn’t help but think of the San Doradans as clumsy. Not like his Gurkhas. They would find and identify the temple, radio in the coordinates, and point a laser at the structure. The SDAF would take care of the rest.
Lama smiled as more of his troops emerged from the thick jungle. “Pack up the gear and get moving. We have a temple to blow by noon tomorrow.”
Results: * Rafale and F-111 aircraft of the San Dorado Air Force are launching air strikes on Sabikan units near the Coilerburg borders.
* Tanstaafl Gurkha's are penetrating the jungles looking for Colonel Gewurz' temple-headquarters.
Skies over southern Coilerburg
Captain Silvian Veltroni, Sabikan Air Force, pulled his Su-39 level and glanced down at the serene, brown-green flatness of the Rovigo-Carpi highlands, in the depths of the Coilerburg’s southern highlands, his helmet’s visor slid upward to give him an unobstructed view of the plateau. Responding to navigation cues from Senigallia AFB from which he’d just taken off, he put his fighter into a right bank, levelling out to run parallel to the plateau that slowly sloped up to the mountains in the distance. Behind him, the other three aircraft in his flight, call sign ‘Vittorius’, turned to follow his lead, the aircrafts’ dual engines screaming through the wet air.
“Visual contact with armoured friendlies,” Veltroni reported. Halfway across the plateau, a mixed battalion composed of Type 59 MBTs, BTR-80 APCs and several ZSU-23 Shilkas, were advancing along the highway away from the border. Veltroni spared a moment to examine the infantry fanning out towards the bluffs on the edges of the upland, BMP-2 and armoured trucks leading the way at a fast clip.
Veltroni keyed his radio for a burst message, telling the armoured force his flight was on station. The reply was initially equally terse, but then the ground commander came back with a longer transmission, “Vittorius Lead, Alpha Three-Zero reports company strength mechanized formation moving towards position STROMBOLI. You are to move ahead and support allied elements in that region.” Operational data followed, as did quick information for an aerial attack.
The aircraft of Vittorius flight had barely even taken off from Sabikan soil, but neither Sabika nor Coilerburg were particularly large nations in terms of land area, and especially by aircraft the Thistlewaithe Valley, where elements of the Coilerburg Army were putting up dogged resistance, was only a stones throw away. The flight turned towards the border and the CA force, readying their weapons as they went. Veltroni grinned. This was to be his first encounter with enemy forces, and thus far things were going quite well.
Without warning, a bleating noise came from his flight helmet and the radar warning lit up like a Christmas tree as Veltroni picked up targeting radars painting him. Then all sorts of horns and buzzers went off as the aircraft notified him of active AtA missiles locking onto his tail pipe. Veltroni swore and pulled his aircraft in a steep turn. His flight scattered, pulling massive Gs as they went. Behind him, one of his wingmen suddenly exploded in a ball of fire.
What’s happening? What the hell is happening? With cold sweat on his forehead and bleating alarms in his ears, Veltroni pulled his aircraft out of its dive at nearly tree level, dodging and weaving, sweating as he popped chaff and flares, desperately trying to shake the missiles on his tail. The battalion’s Shilka’s began firing wildly, although Veltroni much doubted they actually had eyes on anything. Behind him, the first Mark 84 bombs already began to hammer down on the Sabikan spearhead.
Rung Ho!
Somewhere deep in the jungles of North-Frequesue
Patiently, Ganju Lama waited in the undergrowth, listening to the faint footfalls of the approaching native patrol. He cursed his bad luck. Seven days crossing swamps and jungles without trouble. Three days within the native’s perimeter and never a sniff of trouble. Now, a few hours before zero, the bloody aboriginals were all over the place. He wondered if the mission was compromised. It was just like his tutors had always said: things always went wrong when you least expect it.
The natives were coming closer now. He hoped none of the others would take a shot. The sound would carry through the jungle and alert every warrior within miles. He trusted Thapa not to. Thapa had been trained alongside him in the Gorkha Barracks back in Tanstaafl. He was reliable. Lama didn’t known about the new troops though. He believed they would be. He had trained them himself. Still, it wasn’t the same as working with soldiers who had been trained by the elite Ghorka instructors. You knew you could trust them with your life. He held his breath, praying to Vishnu that he wouldn’t hear a shot ring out.
The patrol was close now. Lama could hear their breathing, smell their sweat. Five warriors, he guessed, from the sound of their bare feet on the mossy soil. One of them was limping. A branch tickled his face, displaced by the body of the man moving round the bend.
Lama would take the leader. He’d have to trust the others to take care of the ones behind. If one of them blew it, Lama knew he’d take a bullet or a blade in the back. Now it was time to act. Lama crouched low and sprang. He ripped through the jungle canopy and put his hand over the mouth of the leading warrior. His free hand pushed his Kukri knife up through the man’s vertebrae. The half-naked warrior flopped like a fish out of water. Lama cut his throat, quickly and quietly like he had been taught. Another bastard bites the dust, he thought, and rubbed the sweat off the tattoo that professed his loyalty to the Guru Gorakhnath.
Ghale emerged from the undergrowth. There was blood on his long and crooked combat knife. “None of them got away, sahib. We made sure of it.”
“Good”, said Lama. “We don’t want the whole mission compromised because of one lousy patrol.”
Interrogation of natives captured after the assaults on Real Eight had yielded knowledge of the existence of a temple deep in the jungles. Both Tanstaafl and San Doradan intelligence agreed that this was apparently the headquarters of the insurrection against the settlement on the shores of the Orizaco river. Unfortunately aerial patrols hadn’t managed to pick it out, and the SDA lacked seasoned jungle-fighters. Lama scoffed at the weak northerners. For all their technological wizardry, he couldn’t help but think of the San Doradans as clumsy. Not like his Gurkhas. They would find and identify the temple, radio in the coordinates, and point a laser at the structure. The SDAF would take care of the rest.
Lama smiled as more of his troops emerged from the thick jungle. “Pack up the gear and get moving. We have a temple to blow by noon tomorrow.”
Results: * Rafale and F-111 aircraft of the San Dorado Air Force are launching air strikes on Sabikan units near the Coilerburg borders.
* Tanstaafl Gurkha's are penetrating the jungles looking for Colonel Gewurz' temple-headquarters.
SDN World 3: The Sultanate of Egypt
SDN World 4: The United Solarian Sovereignty
SDN World 5: San Dorado
There'll be a bodycount, we're gonna watch it rise
The folks at CNN, they won't believe their eyes
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Palace of the Soviets, CSR
In a private meeting to meet and deal with the recent Japanistan "offer", all SNC members met behind closed doors to discuss it. The focus of the meeting, was whether or not Byzantium should or should not remain in either MESS or SNC.
"If anyone has objections to Byzantium remaining in the MESS, say so now. If anyone has objections to Byzantium remaining in the SNC, say so now," said Emperor Heraclius, who essentially laid down the gauntlet.
Palace of the Soviets, CSR
In a private meeting to meet and deal with the recent Japanistan "offer", all SNC members met behind closed doors to discuss it. The focus of the meeting, was whether or not Byzantium should or should not remain in either MESS or SNC.
"If anyone has objections to Byzantium remaining in the MESS, say so now. If anyone has objections to Byzantium remaining in the SNC, say so now," said Emperor Heraclius, who essentially laid down the gauntlet.
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Breaking News
USSR Resigns from the FUN Alliance, does this mean the END of the FUN?
With recent world tensions and conflicts in the Border Regions, the USSR has decided that it cannot have it's attention spread too thin. The decision has been made to Resign from the FUN alliance, this alliance lost it's purpose long ago and we believe it is only a matter of time before it crumbles. The Slavic National Confederacy is the future of our glorious nation, and we believe that working together with our Slavic brethren we can achieve great things and bring our people into a better future.
In Other News...
Peacekeeping Operations Continue
Presence of SNC Peacekeepers continues in the Border Regions of Sargonia and Zagor. Reports from the area indicate an increase in regional stability and security.
Rebuilding of Zagor and Sargonia Continues
With the assistance of the SNC these two war torn countries are undergoing a massive process of rebuilding their Industrial and Economic Power.
USSR Resigns from the FUN Alliance, does this mean the END of the FUN?
With recent world tensions and conflicts in the Border Regions, the USSR has decided that it cannot have it's attention spread too thin. The decision has been made to Resign from the FUN alliance, this alliance lost it's purpose long ago and we believe it is only a matter of time before it crumbles. The Slavic National Confederacy is the future of our glorious nation, and we believe that working together with our Slavic brethren we can achieve great things and bring our people into a better future.
In Other News...
Peacekeeping Operations Continue
Presence of SNC Peacekeepers continues in the Border Regions of Sargonia and Zagor. Reports from the area indicate an increase in regional stability and security.
Rebuilding of Zagor and Sargonia Continues
With the assistance of the SNC these two war torn countries are undergoing a massive process of rebuilding their Industrial and Economic Power.
War in Coilerburg
Indhopal's air campaign was continuing. Losses in Indhopal's air force were starting to mount up. Mostly it was because aircraft were failing after months of combat flying. The technicians just couldn't keep up with the increased maintenance loads of combat forever. Still, despite the number of planes stuck on the ground and losses from ground fire serviceability was very high given the circumstances. A bigger problem was a shortage in munitions.
AN IAF jet returns from a strike mission
The 2nd Airborne Regiment was now fully deployed inside Coilerburg. Instead of just being thrown on the line, they were using their helicopter assets to strike at the flank of the enemy advance.
2nd Airborne Troops moving to counterattack
Meanwhile the 4th and 1st divisions were nearly ready to begin Indhopal's main counterattack. They planed to sweep in from the south and destroy the enemy armies from behind.
The counter attack forms up
In the Capital
President Raj Ahten was feeling very tired lately. Frequesue kept on producing more wars; there never seemed to be an end to it. Indhopal's military resources were now stretched to the breaking point. At least it looked like Coilerburg might be saved.
All the wars were stressing the economy. A recession as looming on the horizon. That was just one more thing for the opposition to use against the president. They were a hair away from calling for new parliamentary elections. The imperialists had gained two nations in Frequesue, and as far as most people were concerned Indhopal had done nothing about it. Operation Stabilizer, The Presidents big new plan, was a fiasco. Others were complaining that the FTO seemed to be a tiered alliance, where only some nations contributed to the common defense.
It was time to discuss where the FTO was headed.
President Raj Ahten invites representatives from all FTO nations to his residence.
The other officials visit also coincided with Ex-President Jeffery's appointment.
President Raj Ahten started by saying,
"Welcome gentlemen, it’s good of you to be here. The FTO is in serious trouble. We seem to be loosing our focus in a million small conflicts. It seems old vendettas against Coilerburg and new problems involving imperialist forces moving in are all happening at once. We need a plan of action otherwise we will spend ourselves to death on pointless wars.
I see our main priority at this point as assisting Coilerburg. Operation Stabilizer will have to wait. We also need a unified strategy against the imperialist forces making more inroads into Frequesue. Tian Xia and the CSR can balance each other at this point. We have already taken steps towards a stronger defense to discourage anyone from taking us lightly. I would say a strategy of engagement with the great powers will be our best for keeping them at bay. This will not be popular with the populace however."
Indhopal's air campaign was continuing. Losses in Indhopal's air force were starting to mount up. Mostly it was because aircraft were failing after months of combat flying. The technicians just couldn't keep up with the increased maintenance loads of combat forever. Still, despite the number of planes stuck on the ground and losses from ground fire serviceability was very high given the circumstances. A bigger problem was a shortage in munitions.
AN IAF jet returns from a strike mission
The 2nd Airborne Regiment was now fully deployed inside Coilerburg. Instead of just being thrown on the line, they were using their helicopter assets to strike at the flank of the enemy advance.
2nd Airborne Troops moving to counterattack
Meanwhile the 4th and 1st divisions were nearly ready to begin Indhopal's main counterattack. They planed to sweep in from the south and destroy the enemy armies from behind.
The counter attack forms up
In the Capital
President Raj Ahten was feeling very tired lately. Frequesue kept on producing more wars; there never seemed to be an end to it. Indhopal's military resources were now stretched to the breaking point. At least it looked like Coilerburg might be saved.
All the wars were stressing the economy. A recession as looming on the horizon. That was just one more thing for the opposition to use against the president. They were a hair away from calling for new parliamentary elections. The imperialists had gained two nations in Frequesue, and as far as most people were concerned Indhopal had done nothing about it. Operation Stabilizer, The Presidents big new plan, was a fiasco. Others were complaining that the FTO seemed to be a tiered alliance, where only some nations contributed to the common defense.
It was time to discuss where the FTO was headed.
President Raj Ahten invites representatives from all FTO nations to his residence.
The other officials visit also coincided with Ex-President Jeffery's appointment.
President Raj Ahten started by saying,
"Welcome gentlemen, it’s good of you to be here. The FTO is in serious trouble. We seem to be loosing our focus in a million small conflicts. It seems old vendettas against Coilerburg and new problems involving imperialist forces moving in are all happening at once. We need a plan of action otherwise we will spend ourselves to death on pointless wars.
I see our main priority at this point as assisting Coilerburg. Operation Stabilizer will have to wait. We also need a unified strategy against the imperialist forces making more inroads into Frequesue. Tian Xia and the CSR can balance each other at this point. We have already taken steps towards a stronger defense to discourage anyone from taking us lightly. I would say a strategy of engagement with the great powers will be our best for keeping them at bay. This will not be popular with the populace however."
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Icarus Electronics launches advertising campaign to fight Shroomanian electronics bid for dominance
Icarus electronics, the premier consumer electronics company of the world, specialises in a broad range of electronics. From memory chips, to microprocessors, to television sets, handphones, it produces it all.
A selection of electronics it produces includes:
DynaCore 2 microprocessors, from its IcarusTel line of microprocessors
HD LCD and Plasma television sets
SPod
SPhones
The worldwide advertising campaign is said to be in the order of hundreds of millions of dollars.
Icarus Electronics launches advertising campaign to fight Shroomanian electronics bid for dominance
Icarus electronics, the premier consumer electronics company of the world, specialises in a broad range of electronics. From memory chips, to microprocessors, to television sets, handphones, it produces it all.
A selection of electronics it produces includes:
DynaCore 2 microprocessors, from its IcarusTel line of microprocessors
HD LCD and Plasma television sets
SPod
SPhones
The worldwide advertising campaign is said to be in the order of hundreds of millions of dollars.
Your spirit, diseased as it is, refuses to allow you to give up, no matter what threats you face... and whatever wreckage you leave behind you.
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COMMERCIAL CONFLICT - MACMILLAN'S MADVERTISMENTS!
MacMillan shoots back.
The MacMillan Megacorporation, the world's largest producer of quality 'Made in Shroomania' products, has retaliated against Byzantine Icarus Electronics in the seemingly never-ending war for commercial dominance.
Aside from matching Icarus Electronics' advanced products with its own line of MacMillan Octocore Processors (with eight processors!), iShroom multimedia devices, high-definition telescreens, and Shroomway personal transporters - MacMillan has also unveiled its latest offering.
The DEGENATRON games machine.
The DEGENATRON games machine.
(The DEGENATRON games machine.)
The DEGENATRON games machine was unveiled at the latest E4 (Electronics Entertainment Elephants Expo) where its creators advertised it as a video game console that will play the most ultraviolent "gore and guts" video games in the whole world.
The DEGENATRON was available for test-playing in the E4, and among the games available for playing was MacMillan Multimedia's The War on Whores - a free form action shooter based on real-life events where the player controls a mass murdering misogynistic sociopath out to kill whores and feed on human carrion. A demo for the more family-friendly HUEG KITTENS game advertised for children was also available for test-playing.
The Sovereign Shroomanian Sentinel
COMMERCIAL CONFLICT - MACMILLAN'S MADVERTISMENTS!
MacMillan shoots back.
The MacMillan Megacorporation, the world's largest producer of quality 'Made in Shroomania' products, has retaliated against Byzantine Icarus Electronics in the seemingly never-ending war for commercial dominance.
Aside from matching Icarus Electronics' advanced products with its own line of MacMillan Octocore Processors (with eight processors!), iShroom multimedia devices, high-definition telescreens, and Shroomway personal transporters - MacMillan has also unveiled its latest offering.
The DEGENATRON games machine.
The DEGENATRON games machine.
(The DEGENATRON games machine.)
The DEGENATRON games machine was unveiled at the latest E4 (Electronics Entertainment Elephants Expo) where its creators advertised it as a video game console that will play the most ultraviolent "gore and guts" video games in the whole world.
The DEGENATRON was available for test-playing in the E4, and among the games available for playing was MacMillan Multimedia's The War on Whores - a free form action shooter based on real-life events where the player controls a mass murdering misogynistic sociopath out to kill whores and feed on human carrion. A demo for the more family-friendly HUEG KITTENS game advertised for children was also available for test-playing.
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Pink Sugar Heart Attack!
President Hank cleared his throat. His plane had landed mere hours ago, but when a valuable ally said he wanted to talk, it was best not to keep him waiting. Besides, Indhopal produced some excellent brandy.Raj Ahten wrote:"Welcome gentlemen, it’s good of you to be here. The FTO is in serious trouble. We seem to be loosing our focus in a million small conflicts. It seems old vendettas against Coilerburg and new problems involving imperialist forces moving in are all happening at once. We need a plan of action otherwise we will spend ourselves to death on pointless wars.
I see our main priority at this point as assisting Coilerburg. Operation Stabilizer will have to wait. We also need a unified strategy against the imperialist forces making more inroads into Frequesue. Tian Xia and the CSR can balance each other at this point. We have already taken steps towards a stronger defense to discourage anyone from taking us lightly. I would say a strategy of engagement with the great powers will be our best for keeping them at bay. This will not be popular with the populace however."
"I would agree that assisting Coilerburg should be our main goal at this point in time. Our military has already engaged the Sabikan air force, and we're achieving some rather remarkable successes right now. Nonetheless, I would argue we have to begin talking to both Sabika and Omago before soon, because I'd really rather settle this stupid grudge swiftly and amicably rather than after the inevitable crushing defeat of the aggressors. That would only serve to spawn another round of this stupid conflict in the future. Until such time as the leadership of those countries proves willing to listen to reason, however, I say we send our naval task force up there and see if they can find some targets for their guns. We haven't paid upkeep for that fleet just to have it sit in ports whilst a contributing member is under attack."
The president frowned slightly, then continued. "On the subject of peace keeping missions... We cannot go in, and then pull troops out when it becomes inconvenient to have them there, and then re-insert them later on, only to have to withdraw them again come the next crisis. This is just... uneconomical. If we want to turn these fractured nations into viable markets, we have to be prepared to commit ourselves for longer-term missions, and we have to think smaller. Right now, our 2nd Mechanized Brigade is patrolling the streets of Eastern-Occidental in the CFR. This admittedly small province has become mostly calm since our arrival and is beginning to get its affairs back on track. What I want to illustrate by this example is that we cannot seriously hope to stabilize an entire nation with our limited forces. We have to pick our battles, work to stabilize provinces first, then regions, and only then the entire nation. This top-to-bottom approach that many of you seem to insist on simply is not working."
"No, what we need is long-term, focused, and less ambitious. When we have, say, three stable provinces, we can use those as platforms to stabilize three more, and so on. we can't just march our troops into the capital city and expect an entire nation to suddenly become like us overnight, and since we cannot do that, we have to either commit for the long term and stay committed -- or we should not commit at all. Anything else is folly and a waste of precious resources."
"Considering the Great Powers and their puppets... San Dorado has little business with them, being located on the other side of the continent. We will follow the lead of whatever the local members with more experience concerning them have to say."
SDN World 3: The Sultanate of Egypt
SDN World 4: The United Solarian Sovereignty
SDN World 5: San Dorado
There'll be a bodycount, we're gonna watch it rise
The folks at CNN, they won't believe their eyes
Coilerburg command bunker
The new leaders of Coilerburg had lived in this specially prepared bunker since the invasion began. A constant stream of reports informed them of everything that was transpiring all across the country.
"Any interference with the transfer of our brigades back from the CFR?" asked General Helmut.
Admiral Teri smiled. "Nope. Their fleets are hiding in port like scared little mice in their holes. They won't come out, especially since they've gotten the ass-whooping of their life."
Ever since the naval battle, Admiral Teri would find ways of referring to it as often as he could. He would either be joyful at the victory, or annoyed that they had lost one vessel when by all means they shouldn't have lost anything.
"And it would have been even more of an ass-whooping if Commander Jacks had turned away from the MB-7 when it approached and let the other corvettes sink it. Instead, he closes the distance and gets his boat blown up and all but two crewmen killed. If he survived, I would've personally stripped him of his rank and-"
"Shut up!" It was General Argent. "We get it. Jacks was an idiot. Now stop obsessing over one corvette. They're meant to be expendable. It's not like it was one of your pweicous destroyers that you keep fawning over! We took losses, but we won, and their fleet is too scared to move out. Now my air force has lost more than one corvette and fourty-two men!"
Their argument was defused by yet another report coming in, this particular one about the efforts of San Dorado's air force. When General Helmut heard read it, he demanded to conference with the head of the SDAF.
The new leaders of Coilerburg had lived in this specially prepared bunker since the invasion began. A constant stream of reports informed them of everything that was transpiring all across the country.
"Any interference with the transfer of our brigades back from the CFR?" asked General Helmut.
Admiral Teri smiled. "Nope. Their fleets are hiding in port like scared little mice in their holes. They won't come out, especially since they've gotten the ass-whooping of their life."
Ever since the naval battle, Admiral Teri would find ways of referring to it as often as he could. He would either be joyful at the victory, or annoyed that they had lost one vessel when by all means they shouldn't have lost anything.
"And it would have been even more of an ass-whooping if Commander Jacks had turned away from the MB-7 when it approached and let the other corvettes sink it. Instead, he closes the distance and gets his boat blown up and all but two crewmen killed. If he survived, I would've personally stripped him of his rank and-"
"Shut up!" It was General Argent. "We get it. Jacks was an idiot. Now stop obsessing over one corvette. They're meant to be expendable. It's not like it was one of your pweicous destroyers that you keep fawning over! We took losses, but we won, and their fleet is too scared to move out. Now my air force has lost more than one corvette and fourty-two men!"
Their argument was defused by yet another report coming in, this particular one about the efforts of San Dorado's air force. When General Helmut heard read it, he demanded to conference with the head of the SDAF.
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Three weeks ago...
"Why thank you, Colonel Shadowski," Nikolas Orlov said sincerely. "It is a very considerate choice you have made."
"Da comrade," the Shadow colonel chuckled as he took a swag of vodka from his hip flask. "It would be such a waste if all of these weapons were to get scrapped. They're not Zagor's anymore, so maybe a garage sale would be better option, yes?"
"Indeed. Instead of wasting precious manpower and hours disposing of all these items, all that has to be done now is to make the necessary shipping arrangements."
"Hah, your people can handle that, I trust. My own soldiers are busy at the whorehouses."
"Yes, we'll handle the transportation ourselves. Enjoy your vodka, Colonel."
"For the Motherland!" Colonel Shadowski raised his flask and took a big swag.
Akori, Velaria
Today
The Blues Brothers Shipping ship touched down and unloaded the large cargo containers out of its hold. Within the containers were countless kilos of putrid potatoes, and beneath those putrid potatoes were a gazillion guns. Kalashnikovs, M-16s, G-36s, Stingers and MANPADs, RPGs and Carl Shroomstavs.
But they were all under putrid potatoes, so no one wanted to open them.
"Sure the guns are all in there?" asked the scruffy-haired gunrunner. "Cause those containers sure smell funny."
"You don't say," Nikolas Orlov replied dryly.
"I do say," the gunrunner replied as he wrinkled his nose. "It smells like shit in here."
"We had to take special precautions," Nikolas replied. "These are humanitarian shipments. Potatoes, root crops and beans. A lot of starving Valerians are in need of these supplies, desperately."
"Ever since the Japanistanis started coming in and displacing people, a lot of folks are looking for ways to fend for themselves," the gunrunner turned away, unable to inhale anymore of the foul odor emanating from within the containers. "I'm sure your potatoes will help them in their plight. It's just too bad the taters smell like shit."
"Don't worry," Nikolas smiled as he led the gunrunner elsewhere. "At least we didn't store this item in with the potatoes."
"What item?"
"This item."
"Woah, now that's an item."
"Yes. Make sure it reaches our clients intact."
Results:
Gunrunners and other shitpieces are shipping weapons into Velaria. These shipments are disguised and being shipped to places not covered by security patrols, like the eastern half of Velaria on the other side of the continent from where the whole Japanistani-Canissian shtick is taking place. Then they'll be transported via truck or something.
These arms shipments can also be legitimate. With the MESS and the Shepistanis and the Japanistanis dicking around, a lot of neighboring governments might be looking to buy guns from people everywhere.
A lot of these arms (legitimate or not) will, of course, find their way into the hands of resistance groups. Velaria will be a Vietnam. Or an A-stan.
Expect your Shepistani Hinds to get downed by Stingers and Panzerfausts and stuff.
Three weeks ago...
"Why thank you, Colonel Shadowski," Nikolas Orlov said sincerely. "It is a very considerate choice you have made."
"Da comrade," the Shadow colonel chuckled as he took a swag of vodka from his hip flask. "It would be such a waste if all of these weapons were to get scrapped. They're not Zagor's anymore, so maybe a garage sale would be better option, yes?"
"Indeed. Instead of wasting precious manpower and hours disposing of all these items, all that has to be done now is to make the necessary shipping arrangements."
"Hah, your people can handle that, I trust. My own soldiers are busy at the whorehouses."
"Yes, we'll handle the transportation ourselves. Enjoy your vodka, Colonel."
"For the Motherland!" Colonel Shadowski raised his flask and took a big swag.
Akori, Velaria
Today
The Blues Brothers Shipping ship touched down and unloaded the large cargo containers out of its hold. Within the containers were countless kilos of putrid potatoes, and beneath those putrid potatoes were a gazillion guns. Kalashnikovs, M-16s, G-36s, Stingers and MANPADs, RPGs and Carl Shroomstavs.
But they were all under putrid potatoes, so no one wanted to open them.
"Sure the guns are all in there?" asked the scruffy-haired gunrunner. "Cause those containers sure smell funny."
"You don't say," Nikolas Orlov replied dryly.
"I do say," the gunrunner replied as he wrinkled his nose. "It smells like shit in here."
"We had to take special precautions," Nikolas replied. "These are humanitarian shipments. Potatoes, root crops and beans. A lot of starving Valerians are in need of these supplies, desperately."
"Ever since the Japanistanis started coming in and displacing people, a lot of folks are looking for ways to fend for themselves," the gunrunner turned away, unable to inhale anymore of the foul odor emanating from within the containers. "I'm sure your potatoes will help them in their plight. It's just too bad the taters smell like shit."
"Don't worry," Nikolas smiled as he led the gunrunner elsewhere. "At least we didn't store this item in with the potatoes."
"What item?"
"This item."
"Woah, now that's an item."
"Yes. Make sure it reaches our clients intact."
Results:
Gunrunners and other shitpieces are shipping weapons into Velaria. These shipments are disguised and being shipped to places not covered by security patrols, like the eastern half of Velaria on the other side of the continent from where the whole Japanistani-Canissian shtick is taking place. Then they'll be transported via truck or something.
These arms shipments can also be legitimate. With the MESS and the Shepistanis and the Japanistanis dicking around, a lot of neighboring governments might be looking to buy guns from people everywhere.
A lot of these arms (legitimate or not) will, of course, find their way into the hands of resistance groups. Velaria will be a Vietnam. Or an A-stan.
Expect your Shepistani Hinds to get downed by Stingers and Panzerfausts and stuff.
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Coiler wrote:Their argument was defused by yet another report coming in, this particular one about the efforts of San Dorado's air force. When General Helmut heard read it, he demanded to conference with the head of the SDAF.
External Affairs
The Paragon, outskirts of San Dorado
The Paragon, HQ of the SDAF
The War Room was located deep in the bowels of the bunker network far beneath the skyscraper and the streets of San Dorado. It was a high-tech affair: from behind their computers rows of analysts monitored every crisis San Dorado had knowledge of, and the walls were covered with massive plasma screens that displayed countries, provinces and regions where the proverbial shit had hit the fan.
Right now, although several focused on the border between Shepistan and the Old Dominion, most showed information about Coilerburg and the ongoing war there. In the middle of the massive room stood an onyx round table, around which were sitting the joint chiefs of staff of the Armed Forces of San Dorado.
“Gentlemen, we’ve received a communiqué from Coilerburg, rerouted from Pride One”, began General Clarke, the chairman of the joint chiefs. “They request that we contribute more to the war effort than aircraft. They want to see boots on the ground.”
General Blanchard of the Army scowled. “What boots? Fully one quarter of our troops are busy mopping up bandits in the CFR, another quarter is just raised, green as grass, and not yet in possession of all their equipment. That leaves only half our army fit for actual deployment, and I daresay we want to keep most of them right here in case anything comes up.”
“That’s a fair enough point”, nodded Clarke. “Still, they are an ally. Is there anything we’ve got left to spare?”
Blanchard threw up her hands. “I guess we could always deploy elements of 1st Mechanized. It wouldn’t be anything more than a token gesture though, a few battalions is all we can spare... And it’ll take some time to get the troops and their equipment on the spot. Two weeks at least, maybe more. And it’ll be damned expensive to boot – what with the entirety of 2nd Mechanized being deployed, I’m bound to run into cost overruns. The Board won’t like that.”
“We could acquiesce to their request but ask Coilerburg pay the associated expenses”, suggested air force general Every.
“I’ll send that suggestion up to Director Ralson, I’m sure he’ll approve”, said Clarke. “Another thing Every, the CINC of the Coilerburg armed forces wants to have a word with you.”
“What about?” Every looked puzzled. “We haven’t accidentally shot one of his planes down, have we?”
“If we had I bet we’d have heard of it by now. No, I don’t know what he has in mind, but do let us know when you’ve talked to him... How’s the air campaign coming along by the way?”
“Quite excellent. Word from the field is that the boys and girls are glad to finally get stuck in. There’s been a lot of almost-wars recently, and they’re glad to finally have a chance to prove themselves. Particularly the Golden Dollars, I might say. They’re doing a fine job out there: last I checked, they’d taken out at least two Sabikan air bases. I’ll be sure to give Mr. Ralson a compliment, those runway-cratering missiles his corporation provided did their job fantastically.”
Whilst he was talking, the air force general manipulated the keyboard built into the table, conjuring up a connection with the Coilerburg armed forces command bunker. Such a connection between allied commands had been one of the first things built under the auspices of the FTO, and now it was already proving its utility.
After a brief wait whilst aides on the Coilerburg end rushed to fetch the general, the face of general Helmut, CINC, appeared on the screen.
“General Helmut, you wanted to talk to me? Feel free to speak openly; the only people who can overhear are my peers.”
SDN World 3: The Sultanate of Egypt
SDN World 4: The United Solarian Sovereignty
SDN World 5: San Dorado
There'll be a bodycount, we're gonna watch it rise
The folks at CNN, they won't believe their eyes
Joint FTO Squadron Takes Up Position Off Coilerburg
The Joint FTO Squadron finally arrived off Coilerburg's coast to help in its defense. Cruise Missiles were launched at Sibika's naval facilities and other important targets.
Elements of Indhopal's 7th. Marine Regiment also arrived and unloaded inside Coilerburg.
The Joint FTO Squadron finally arrived off Coilerburg's coast to help in its defense. Cruise Missiles were launched at Sibika's naval facilities and other important targets.
Elements of Indhopal's 7th. Marine Regiment also arrived and unloaded inside Coilerburg.
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Semi-Formal Support in Akori
Due to increase of weapons smuggling in Eastern Velaria, President Matane of the Akori Republic has requested help from the Kingdom of Serenity.
His Majesty has agreed to provide help in training coast guards for Akori. A small amount of personnel will be sent overseas to train the local forces. The Akorian Government has also proposed to purchase 5 Hamina Class fast attack craft from Tachibana Heavy Industries.
After serious debate, the Legislative Hall as agreed these proposals. However, various Blue Party legislatives were strongly insisting that a whole brigade of Serenity Marine Corps should be stationed in Akori instead.
"Thousands of innocent Serenites are in Akori, with guns all over the place, we need to ensure their safety.", said Legislative Jordan Pippen, one of the strongest voices in the Blues.
"This is stupid. Akori is a stable nation in good terms with its neighbors. It's not like the whole place is going to be blazing with guns.", said Legislative Michael Scott, of the Greens, during the debate.
His Majesty King Yenchin finalized the decision later this noon with small modifications.
Semi-Formal Support in Akori
Due to increase of weapons smuggling in Eastern Velaria, President Matane of the Akori Republic has requested help from the Kingdom of Serenity.
His Majesty has agreed to provide help in training coast guards for Akori. A small amount of personnel will be sent overseas to train the local forces. The Akorian Government has also proposed to purchase 5 Hamina Class fast attack craft from Tachibana Heavy Industries.
After serious debate, the Legislative Hall as agreed these proposals. However, various Blue Party legislatives were strongly insisting that a whole brigade of Serenity Marine Corps should be stationed in Akori instead.
"Thousands of innocent Serenites are in Akori, with guns all over the place, we need to ensure their safety.", said Legislative Jordan Pippen, one of the strongest voices in the Blues.
"This is stupid. Akori is a stable nation in good terms with its neighbors. It's not like the whole place is going to be blazing with guns.", said Legislative Michael Scott, of the Greens, during the debate.
His Majesty King Yenchin finalized the decision later this noon with small modifications.
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Private meeting, Palace Of The Soviets, CSR
Paul took a moment to think when he heard the Emperor's question.
"I have no objections for Byzantium remaining in the SNC. However, before a decision is made about the Empire's MESS membership, I would like all assembled to look at a certain folder I was entrusted with by president Shinra."
Paul opened his briefcase, and pulled out a rather thick, though ordinary looking folder.
"These are photographs, witness statements and intelligence reports on actions Japanistan has taken against the civilian population of Velaria. Since by making a decision one way or another, Byzantium will essentialy chose between opposing Japanistan or placating them, I felt it was relevant to this discussion."
Paul put the folder on the table.
"President Shinra has expressed to me a desire to take action of some sort against Japanistan ; Currently, he wishes to release the information contained in this folder to the public and demand an explanation. I fell that he does not rule out military action by the MESS, though he did not outright say that."
As he finished the sentence, he took a long look at his SNC allies.
"While I do not desire war with Japanistan, we must decide on our course: should we ignore their atrocities in favor of placating its leaders, or stick to our principles and chastise them for their criminal behavior, risking their ire? I feel the answer to this question will shape the future of the Old Continent."
Paul took a moment to think when he heard the Emperor's question.
"I have no objections for Byzantium remaining in the SNC. However, before a decision is made about the Empire's MESS membership, I would like all assembled to look at a certain folder I was entrusted with by president Shinra."
Paul opened his briefcase, and pulled out a rather thick, though ordinary looking folder.
"These are photographs, witness statements and intelligence reports on actions Japanistan has taken against the civilian population of Velaria. Since by making a decision one way or another, Byzantium will essentialy chose between opposing Japanistan or placating them, I felt it was relevant to this discussion."
Paul put the folder on the table.
"President Shinra has expressed to me a desire to take action of some sort against Japanistan ; Currently, he wishes to release the information contained in this folder to the public and demand an explanation. I fell that he does not rule out military action by the MESS, though he did not outright say that."
As he finished the sentence, he took a long look at his SNC allies.
"While I do not desire war with Japanistan, we must decide on our course: should we ignore their atrocities in favor of placating its leaders, or stick to our principles and chastise them for their criminal behavior, risking their ire? I feel the answer to this question will shape the future of the Old Continent."
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
- NEIL ARMSTRONG, MISSION COMMANDER, APOLLO 11
Signature dedicated to the greatest achievement of mankind.
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FASTA bulletin
Atlas-Sputnik flies to orbit for the first time!
With the phrase "Orbital insertion complete" spoken inside the Temporary Command Bunker, staff of the Jerusalem Space Center exploded in celebration.
On December 6th, nearly 2,5 months after the first failed orbital test, the Atlas-Sputnik rocket has lifted a test 1.5 tonne payload to low earth orbit.
The lead weigh,covered by a radar reflecting material, will orbit the Earth twenty times before natural drag will cause it to re-enter the atmosphere and burn up.
The orbital test came up after a series of failed attempts, only solved recently after three weeks of computer testing and modifications at the factory. A series of six modified prototypes, able to carry 1500 kilograms to low earth orbit, is being prepared now for first unmanned Mercury capsule tests early next year.
"We remain cautious", said the FASTA Director Of Operations, "We have solved the most glaring problems, but please remember - the Atlas-Sputnik rocket is still in early stages of development. We are at least one more year away from manned orbital flights."
Japanistan to increase inspection team size in JSC
Citing the need to "properly inspect very complicated payloads", Japanistan will increase its presence at the Jerusalem Space Center to three inspectors, in preparation for January's flight of an unmanned Mercury capsule.
Japanistani authorities have not commented yet if Japanistan will allow overflights of manned capsule over their territorry, however our sources confirmed that FASTA officials have approached Japanistan with such an inquiry.
Construction of main JSC buildings behind schedule
With constant work interruptions, harsh climate and transportation problems, construction of permanent structures at the JSC has fallen behind schedule.
Currently, the only functional building at the premises are a single Atlas-Sputnik launchpad and the Temporary Command Bunker, with most of the personnel living in air-conditioned housing containers.
"Yeah, it's pretty basic. But we're doing a lot of exciting work in here, even if we have to eat MREs the whole time. We need to save water, too, which is why I proposed we shower together.", said Common Carter Connoway, one of FASTA Launch Controllers.
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
- NEIL ARMSTRONG, MISSION COMMANDER, APOLLO 11
Signature dedicated to the greatest achievement of mankind.
MILDLY DERANGED PHYSICIST does not mind BREAKING the SOUND BARRIER, because it is INSURED. - Simon_Jester considering the problems of hypersonic flight for Team L.A.M.E.
"Yes, General. I wanted to talk to you."
The Coilerburg army general took a breath, and then said what he wanted to say.
"I wanted to talk to you about a plan that we've been considering putting into effect. Basically, it involves using air-dropped munitions to clear away a strip of jungle. Now it provides a path for the enemy, but that's the point-the goal is to lure them into one nice bottleneck where they can be bombarded with certainty.
What do you think about it?"
The Coilerburg army general took a breath, and then said what he wanted to say.
"I wanted to talk to you about a plan that we've been considering putting into effect. Basically, it involves using air-dropped munitions to clear away a strip of jungle. Now it provides a path for the enemy, but that's the point-the goal is to lure them into one nice bottleneck where they can be bombarded with certainty.
What do you think about it?"
Visitor of five museum ships.