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Kosong, south eastern Dra-pol

Shrill Drapoel voices called out in frantic communication, piercing through the morning fog as it rolled in from the ocean.

The privateers need not have made such haste, the Banat would show no interest in chasing them down for operating against western shipping bound for Hungnam. Still, the methods employed by the authorities in their crack-down on Korean Bay piracy were more than enough to send Hyun-Shik's men packing at the first sniff of government forces.

These were some forces. Many at the Central Directorature in DaKhiem were half worried that the scale of mobilisation so close to the border and the republic's resentment of protracted communication with the outside world might convince South Dalania that an invasion was brewing.

In truth, as was usually the Drapoel way, the division on hand -the 99th People's Mechanised Rifles- was tasked with defensive operations. Defensive operations probably not vitally required but for the satisfaction of DaKhiem's rampant paranoia.

The 99th swept across the coastal terrain enforcing the evacuation of local collectives and securing the region chosen as the site of the republic's fourth city.

Soon the Beth Gellen contractors and advisers would begin to arrive, and the uprooted collective farmers pressed into their new labour-intensive careers in preparing the field for major habitation and commerce.

Over three generations of forced ruralisation would be again reduced this year. DaKhiem, city of administration and Direction; Kanggye, city of industry and pageantry; Pyongyang, city of soldiers and science; and now Kosong, city of trade and commerce.

Debate over The People's Commonwealth's role on the Korean peninsula had lost none of its intensity by the time announcement was made of Portmeirion's intent to become still more deeply involved.

Allegations of human rights abuses continued, but the closed nature of the hermit state of Dra-pol contributed much to a lack of real evidence. Besides, under such siege conditions as the Drapoel had long suffered at the hands of the cappies a few harsh lines were bound to be walked, weren't they? We all remember the iron-fist of Sopworth Igo and how it won the revolutionary civil war for the communists.

Inspite of any misgivings there were few in The Commonwealth who would begrudge either Beth Gellert or Dra-pol the chance to score points against the capitalist Christian imperialists imbedded at Hamhung and Hungnam. If they want to run a commercial port city on the Drapoel coast they should at least face a little competition.

Kosong was south of Quinntonian Dra-pol. Closer to the South Dalanian border. Closer to Japan. Closer to anything but the Russian Federation. Kosong, Portmeirion hoped, would eat away at Hamhung's trade as leftist states or those generally opposed to the Crusaders' imperialism chose the former port over the latter for political reasons, while profit-driven capitalists chose it from sheer convenience.

Getting the harbour open and operational quickly was of clear importance.

For the first time Secretary Hotan stood within sight of the Dalanian border as he made his visit to the site of Kosong some days after ground was broken.

The little capital of DaKhiem had been risen almost over night after its destruction by Crusader forces, and that had been done under the Direction of the late great Kurosian I. Hotan wanted nothing less from the masses employed in Kosong's birth, and was keen to show his Beth Gellen helpers, his Quinntonian neighbours, HBF tormentors, and global customers how quickly and impressively the Drapoel could work.

"The owners of revolution and construction are the masses!" Hotan told the military officers over-seeing the works.

Across the fields before him countless thousands of Drapoel hauled building materials on their backs, dug foundations with hand-held farming tools, and lifted beams by the power of manual cranes. North and west mountainsides were being cleared of trees and quarried for other building materials in similar fashion and by similar means as the city was laid-out.

All across the nation's most fertile farmland -what precious little was still in Drapoel hands- lay unattended or else worked by those too weak for Hotan's latest struggle, and with what tools were not consumed in same.

"See how quickly they mobilise? We've hardly convinced the Final Senate to co-operate at all and they've got the whole area cleared and ready!" The Beth Gellen engineer continued to express his awe at all he beheld in the Drapoel hermit state, what little of it he would get to see, while many of his associates maintained a quiet unease.

Many of the Beth Gellen advisors and engineers were volunteers, though not everybody who had stepped forward at their Local Senate ended up shipping out to Korea.

The exceptionally impressed individual was not one of those who would be put forward for a trip into the Drapoel interior to meet massive materials shipments arriving via the Chinese border.

The ministries of Foreign Affairs and Commerce expresses it's relief that conflicts in the CPRD are finally calming down, and that a industrialization has begun. African markets remain open to our allies in Dra-Pol, and we trust we can expect Drapoelian imports in generous amounts once the republic's industrial and commercial sectors are back on their feet.

Regards,
the Secular Party,
African Commonwealth.

DaKhiem's reply to the Commonwealth was short and positive. The flowery language of diplomacy briefly adopted over the last three years was gone as the CPRD sought a return to its introspective roots. This apparently did not mean a return to entirely isolationist policies, however. Kosong would be a centre for intercontinental trade, and the African Commonwealth would be part of that.

..Secretary Hotan could not resist adding a word of congratulation for "The General" on his rise to power.

Very Interesting.



************************HBF News Special Broadcast*************

We are live at the Philadelphia Navy Yard where we are witnessing the return of the Ruth and Gehrig Carrier Battle Groups from the Dra-pol theater. We are told that no fewer than 8 carrier battle groups will follow including all of our battleships. We also have reports that many, if not most, of our submarines deployed to the Dra-pol theater have already returned. Increased activity at the Atlanta airbases is also being initially reported as returning combat and transport aircraft from the Hamhung airbases.

It would seem that the reports of a truce in the Dra-pol area may actually be true this time. While we understand that at least 4 carriers remain in the Dra-pol area with several divisions of ground troops and at least one airwing; we are thankful that the majority of our military forces are returning home and that we are not at war for the first time in many years.

The Premier's office has asked for airtime on all networks later this week.

We are also being told that Father Overstreet's office has confirmed the lend lease arrangements for at least 2 squadrons of our newest Rf-11D Raysian Archangel aircraft to be sent to our POJ cousins over the next several days

The works at Kosong progressed well. The shape of the apparently massive docks was now clear from the air, and it was clear that large merchantmen and possibly even capital warships might dock here. An airfield was being laid out, though it was clearly meant for cargo before tourism, and tower blocks were begining to rise.

The Republic's unbelievable defence budget -now far greater than the entire gross domestic product of the United States- made sure that the Banat would have a large and lasting presence in the city. Their secret regional and international headquaters would be amongst the most imposing structures, and the most heavily defended.

Missile sites were a major feature. DaKhiem justified this militaristic bent on the sheer weight of invaders to the republic in the last three years, and no one could be allowed to question the validity of the nation's defensive paranoia.

Meanwhile DaKhiem tried to figure out exactly why HBF loan of a few fighter aircraft to second-rate Drapoel enemy state Promise of Joshua -a nation that had commited a relatively paltry 30,000 troops to the massive failed Crusade in Dra-pol, and lost them all there- was apparently of significance to the republic. The Banat's ears would be to the ground (or sky..since they're fighters.. hrm..)

ooc: would you like me to continue some of the resistance activity I had posted on the previous thread or is that considered moot?

ooc: would you like me to continue some of the resistance activity I had posted on the previous thread or is that considered moot?

ooc: would you like me to continue some of the resistance activity I had posted on the previous thread or is that considered moot?

OOC: I think the countless thousands of deserters to Hamhung should be more than enough considering the crusader states are aggressive invaders on Drapoel soil and have killed tens of thousands of civilians.. but I suppose since you do have the account set up and everything we may as well use it.
There'll have to be some restraints.. the resistance must be fairly realistic.. it won't last cut off in the republic, which has the highest or second highest "police" ratio in Asia.. people remaining in the republic and expecting to be active in resisting would be informed upon within weeks at most.. they'll have to be based in Hamhung and/or South Dalania and somehow try to infiltrate the republic and be ready to attempt escape.. which will be super risky considering the border fortifications and all. Perhaps infiltration by sea will be a popular method?

ooc ok. I had been siphoning off recruits from small groups of houses near the s dalenian border on the west coast for the PRD "Navy". That consists of nothing more than the Katze diesel subs that i posted earlier. There are two groups of the "dark skinned stocky men with crucifix tatooes" in country. One of them has a wagon whose contents were rped being smuggled across the s dalenian border by the POJ actually. The contents are designed for an attempt on Hotan's or the boy king's life which will cause substantial casualties to those around. The jungle ambushes will probably stop as the idea was to draw your forces to the site and hit them with choppered in Air Cav. So much for that as the resistance no longer has that much pull. but anyway.

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Aboard the PRD Katze sub #2 heading deeper into the Kosong bay Capt Van le Park looked at the chart of the Kosong harbor. His sub and its running mate had just deployed over 20 mines in the bay designed to rise from the bottom and detonate under ships sizable enough to trigger the targeting mechanism. He hoped some of those damn Beth Gellans would get blown back to whatever circle of hell spawned them. The resistance had stopped growing even with the influx of recruits from the dredges of Hamhung. The Dra-pol, Capt Park reasoned, could only count on the Dra-pol when it mattered as the foreingers had suddenly lost interest when the going got tough. But the resistance had to be careful in hamhung because the Banat was just wise enough to infiltrate Hamhung in that way and could get in informant into the ranks that way.

Early morning alarms had shrilled through the air, rousing sleepy South Dalanian soldiers from their beds. In a red alert situation, soldiers assembled into their divisions and were then trucked to their defensive points along the border with Dra-pol. However, by mid-day, a general stand-down was declared...crisis had been narrowly averted by some foresighted Beth Gellert officers who had promptly telephoned the Southern DMZ Command (based in Daeseong-dong) that the activity around the city of Kosong was not militarily aggressive in nature....

A midday speech delivered by Prime Minister Choi helped to ease South Dalanian tensions. Vigorous handclapping from both the legislative body as well as the royal family put paid to most fears and soon the nation was back on track once again.

....however there were those who were opposed to the actions taking place in Dra-pol. These splinter cell groups had not gone unnoticed by the government, who had been monitoring the area around the border.

"...and as you can see, we've had a 6% increase in the number of people caught trying to cross the DMZ," spoke the officer as he motioned to the areas in question with his laser pointer. "So far as we know, none have escaped security on our side."

A five star general exhaled a cloud of smoke, stubbing his cigarette out in a crystalline ashtray. "Doesn't matter if they get through or not; the Banat agents will get 'em anyway," coughed the general as he shook off the effects of the cigarette. "Who are this splinter groups we're surveilling?"

"A few are homegrown...but most appear to be teams deposited by the various nations that were fighting against Dra-pol. The Ministry of Intelligence has them all under survellience," reported the officer.

"Then it's settled," wheezed the general as he rose from his seat. "Gentlemen, this meeting is adjourned."

As the military brass rose from their seats, one man wearing the uniform of an aide-de-camp reached into his pocket, removing a silver cellphone. Dialing a number, he tapped his foot impatiently as the phone rang on the other end. Finally a voice picked up....a rough voice sounding like it belonged to man who'd spent years in the field.

"Yobosaeyo?"

"Park?" whispered the young officer as he looked around. "I've got some more news for you...."

Very well and Thank You said Capt. Park sliding a pocket phone back into the waterproofed pocket of his tunic. He had taken a chance surfacing briefly, even in this remote corner of the bay and at night, but he needed to find out if the mines had been laid at the correct points of the shipping lanes into Kosong. His subs listening capabilities underwater just weren't as good as the nuclear attack subs the foreigners were using to direction find targets for his group.

Now, when the next large surface vessel or sub crossed the shipping lanes into Kosong...

and of course there would be a rescue effort but thats why we stayed isn't it? he thought to himself as a grin spread across his face.

"Y'can't see a ruddy thing. 'ere Morag what's the GPS got to say?"

Sighing Morag Beattie informed her captain that the GPS didn't have anything much to say about the misty conditions, and that the 4,100 ton dredger and its skeleton crew were still on course, much as they had been two minutes ago.

Most of the Platypus' thirteen strong complement was yet to arrive in Dra-pol, due as they were to fly out the next day. The five men and women onboard weren't expecting to start work for a few days, and would be glad of whatever shoreleave might be available at Kosong after a painfully long voyage at less than twelve knots.

Of course there were no proper docking facilities available yet, the harbour was still under construction, and the Platypus was here to help move things along.

As they eased into the incomplete harbour visibility remained poor as Morag contacted shore to announce their presence.

"What the duce?" Exclaimed the only crewman off duty when a clear thud rang out on the ship's final approach. Baynes fell from his bunk with an equally loud crash, crying out again. He'd made it a personal crusade (ironic though that turn of phrase may be) to avoid using any faith-based curses, especially while in Dra-pol, so the usual, "Jesus Christ!" was not available to him, nor he concluded was, "Bloody Hell!".

"Fu**! We've run aground?"

He didn't make it above deck to hear Morag's denials before the mine exploded, casting Baynes' wardrobe at him along the corridor.

A second crewman stood on deck directly above the explosion was thrown into the bay, and the ship began to list heavily to starboard.

Using the flames from the Platypus as targeting helps, the Katze PRD sub #2 and its partner sub wait for rescue vessels to approach the burning, listing hulk before firing a full spread of 16 torpedoes at the approaching rescue vessels and any other vessels whose silhoutes are outlined clearly by the flames.


After the 2nd volley of torpedoes, Capt. Park's sub began exiting the harbor at 10 knots. He picked up the ULV underwater phone as they approached the enterance to the bay

wait just outside the narrows and stay at 25 metres (periscope depth). Some other vessels in the harbor may have Banat trained Capts who will try to flee the harbor. We wait for them where their manuvering room is least.

Putting the VLF phone down his grin returned as Capt. Park thought about the implications of sealing this harbor up with some wreck sunk in the mouth of the bay. He still had most of his torpedoes and was sure they would be needed. Capt. Van le Park had no illusions about how much he had just shortened his own life and lives of his crew. In his case, it would be a blessing as he would be with his family again, at least if the Quinntonian fathers were right he would. He still had memories of the crosses in his village....

The two small wooden boats that hurried out to offer assistance to the stricken Beth Gellen vessel stood no chance against a full spread of torpedoes, and a dozen Drapoel civilians were blown apart.

At first nobody was sure quite what was happening, and several labourers at the construction site appeared to be making ready to cast off one of their huge barges when a Banat Major called them back ashore.

Moments later, following torpedo attacks frantically called attention to by masses of labourers ashore and crossing the bay on tiny wooden launches, Ka-28 helicopters stationed at the coast were aloft. Their stated role -significant in the absence of an established navy- "To detect, track and destroy submerged submarines at a depth of 500 m and running at speeds up to 75km/h at any time of year and in all weather conditions." Submarines in the relatively shallow waters so close to shore and in such confined conditions, one supposes, would have a tough time getting away.

Both helicopters and modified L2D4 transport planes arriving some minutes later deployed sonar buoys in and around the harbour, and as workers and foreign engineers were hurridly guided away by Banat soldiers a number of FC-1 fighters thundered towards the scene, the paranoid authorities afraid that some hidden menace might pounce on their precious helicopters (Dra-pol's helicopters are all Russian imports, and domestic helicopter programmes have yet to yield production models.. because I am lazy). The Ka-28s readied assorted bombs, and homing torpedoes and prepared to engage whatever target or targets their radar domes and sonar buoys may uncover.

Apparently efforts to reach the listing Beth Gellen vessel were on hold while the military did its work.

Drapoel paranoia surrounding Kosong, the republic's one intended link to the world at large, was unlikely to be a productive influence in the future should it be allowed to build after this event.

[b] aboard the Katze #2

sir, we've just been overflown at low altitude by a multiengine propeller aircraft.........


sir, sonar buoys entering the water

ping......ping..... ping
PING PING PING

SIR!! THEY HAVE US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

reverse course and head to the open sea. all ahead flank. make your depth 100m. gun crews to the hatches.

WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


damnit, surface gun crews to the hatches. Sonar report ALL contacts.

yes sir. The chief of the boat grimly smiled. The skipper was learning. We'll be dead in ten minutes but he knows he has to destroy those aircraft if they drop enough ordinance to force him to blow to the surface. He's keeping his cool this time.

With a target made in the relatively small area involved it took just seconds for the airborn helicopters but hundreds of meters away to engage. Moments later two homing torpedoes were in the water right on top of the contact, the Drapoel hoping that their pace and proximity would catch the unidentified boat before it could come about and break for the open sea.

The search for other vessels -no one was yet entirely sure how many hostiles were on hand, though unconfirmed reports were flying about stating multiple points of torpedo fire- was left primarily to fixed wing L2DA4 with their buoys and relatively modest onboard sensors, while the Ka-28s went on the attack against the one made target.

DaKhiem was as yet poorly informed, and aware only that there had been an incident at Kosong. As a result a general alert rang out, and militias across the nation ran to lookout posts, armouries, and foxholes, while targets were marked across the Westgaard Line and interceptors scrambled nationwide.

With the torpedos hitting the water Capt Park ordered his sub to the surface and batteries engaged for maximum speed. The deck gun and 50" crews raced to their gun stations hoping to down the oncoming choppers before any more ordinance hit the water. The 50" gun crew had the gun stripped, loaded and was beginning to aim when the first torpedo hit the aft quarter of the sub beneath the waterline. The second torpedo arrived a moment later but it didn't matter as secondary explosions from the aft torpedo room tore the sub apart.

The fixed wing aircraft keeping station notice the second sub almost before the ordinance hits the water targeted on the first target. It is diving for depth and gaining speed as it heads for deeper water.

The communications officer aboard the L2D4 responsible for spotting the second submarine sent urgently to the helicopters, hoping it was not too late to engage a new target. The first two Ka-28s had already loosed their weighty torpedoes, emptying their bays, while a third had been fitted out with the buoys that pinged the first sub. There hadn't been time to fit any extra ordinance beyond those essential core items, and two of the choppers were headed for shore in a desperate attempt to re-arm, while the third lent its radar to an attempt at keeping track of the second hostile.

One L2D4 dropped a small number of unguided and light munitions over the sub as she dived, but the crew was far from sure of even hitting the enemy, let alone damaging him sufficiently to force his surfacing.

A pair of FC-1 circling over-head were called in to drop laser-guided bombs on the location of the contact, but while they were quite confident of reasonable accuracy, no one knew exactly what would happen to the land-attack munitions when their 500lb hulks hit the water.

Even before learning whether the second submarine would escape, the authorities were working on recovery of the first. Wooden launches approached the wreckage, militiamen brandishing Type-99 rifles seeking survivors, perhaps from the gun crews.

The Banat Major on hand throughout the attack realised with some displeasure that the sinking wreckage probably could only be recovered by the large Beth Gellen crane-mounting vessels on hand at the quay-side. Dare he authorise a salvage attempt now, or would DaKhiem want to keep this affair entirely Drapoel?

looking for his only way out the Capt of Katze #3 ordered a decoy loaded and fired from the stern tubes. As the type 21 torpedo launched, the echo sounders and other acoustics aboard put out a loud sound attempting to simulate the sounds of a Katze sub at flank speed.

The capt then changed his course 45 degrees and dropped his speed to 8 knots while continuing below the thermal layer. His sonar operator told him in no uncertain terms the fate of Capt Parks sub. There was no way he could surface for survivors. Capt Yu just hoped that there were none, for their sakes. He also began to hope for the first time that he might actually get away to fight another day...well at least get away.

ooc I leave the question of survivors to you. It is entirely possible. The gun crews and bridge personel would be Dra-pol or Dra-pol in appearence. The highest rank would probably be chief 2nd class. the question of continued contact is also in your hands. Again, entirely possible with a determined search crew on one of the planes.

Coming upon the wreckage, what little remained on the surface, the little launches moved to surround the scene. A few rifle-shots rang out through the slowly clearing mist before cries to cease came forth from an approaching motor-launch as the Banat arrived.

Over the next two or three minutes five, nay six survivors were hauled from the Sea of Japan, only for the last to be thrown back when it was realised that he was probably beyond Drapoel medicine's capacity to heal.

The survivors appeared all to be ordinary men, and not an officer amongst them. Sho Soon Park the Banat Major on hand, having come out on the motorised launch, appeared unimpressed with and even frustrated by his lowly captives, and promptly shot one of them, tossing him too overboard.

The tiny boats headed back to shore with their four remaining captives. On arrival back on dry land Sho Soon Park was quick to move on. With the harbour area evacuated, the Banat commandeered abandoned Beth Gellen vessels and, pressing Drapoel workers into new roles, began to make for the wreckage once again. The Drapoel, being a less than seafaring people, weren't themselves sure of the depth of waters off their own coast, and had no idea if they could retrieve much of anything without highly specialised equipment.

The hunt for the second submarine meanwhile appeared at first to be going well. The shadowing aircraft kept track well, and thousands of pounds of explosives were dropped into the sea. It took several minutes for the Drapoel to realise that their efforts were concentrated on a decoy, by which time they found that recovering the original target was going to be a challenge with only three dedicated helicopters and a few less than expertly modified DC3 copies originally made in Japan decades ago.

They would keep searching until even a slow moving target could not have failed to escape their range, but the chances of finding anything seemed moderate at best.

DaKhiem

The now familiar sight of Secretary Hotan's face beamed across the vast screen atop the imposing Central Directorature flashed back into public view, accompanied by the whistle of the city-wide tanoy system.

Apparently the republic's armed forces had captured the crew of an enemy submarine, and many were demanding the release of former Director Kurosian II lest these clearly coalition-backed rebels be executed for crimes against the republic.

A poor quality shot purported to be of the two-dozen captives follows, with those in the background facially obscured somewhat by angle and lighting.

Comrades DaKhiem smile with pleasure at the capture of these counter-revolutionary cretins and the progress in Dra-pol's war against the terrorists besieging the glorious people's republic.

"Admiral" Morris, formerly Capt. Morris of the HBF sub fleet had his vessel rondeavous with the remaining katze sub at 300 feet depth and the two proceeded out to sea towards a sub tender that constantly changed location known only to "Admiral" Morris.

We have orders to proceed around the S Dalenian coastline to the west coast of Dra-pol and pick up one of two remaining fire teams of our people. the remaining is too close to their objective and is transporting an object I won't have on my ship/

ooc this is the "wagon" I refer to. How much abuse to you want to go through in the final scene of the "resistance"?

ooc:Well, my capital city has twice been destroyed, my head of state assassinated, my original air force decimated, coast guard utterly wiped out and not yet replaced, and more than two million people killed by fighting and famine.. so we can take just about anything, so long as you don't kill a major character (I know, I haven't many at the moment.. which is why I'm keen to hang on to them!) I can probably adapt to it. Try not to irradiate the whole country, of course..

coastline near the S Dalenian Border

As the rubber boat neared a spot in the seemingly open sea near the coast the submarine surfaced causing the boat to almost capsize. After much swearing, heaving of lines, and slipping on the wet deck, the last of the HBF Resistance team went through the center hatch. As the hatch was pulled closed the moonlight reflected briefly off the cold dead stare of the commander with the small crucifix tatoo under his right eye. If one were a ghost they might swear that they saw him smile ever so briefly justas the hatch shut.

Just south of Kangye

The running gunbattle with the foreigners and their helpers seemed over.
They had run all day after ambushing a patrol that had stumbled across a vehicle of some sort in the road. The vehicle had disappeared north as fire from many sides had ripped through the patrol. The infantry company, which had been on a training hike of proportions only understood to the Dra-pol Red Bamboo had been within earshot and rushed to the scene.

They followed the sound of gunfire and then the trail of bodies until they overtook the group of swarthy foreigners and what appeared to be at least one Dra-pol Red Bamboo soldier. The battle that followed was more shooting at gun flashes than anything else. The company had a few knee mortars and grenade launchers plus the advantage of numbers even though the foreigners tried to keep moving.

Back, always back. The final battle between the last 4 foreigners and the remains of the company took place around the wagon whose mules had been killed in a series ofmortar blasts. As the last foreigner clubbed his now empty rifle and charged the Dra-pol company he was cut apart by no fewer then 75 bullets. The last 18 men moved slowly around the wagon and finally 1 looked inside. After checking for traps and breaking open the crate they stopped. The titanium casing looked and gleamed like silver. Despite that, the men could feel and sense death coming from the device. The senior SGT immediately sent a runner for at least an officer, if not a Banat representative. They would know what to do.

ooc: this is a fully functional hydrogen bomb with a unusual looking delay type timer attached to the warhead. It had not been activated.
This is last post of the People's Resistance of Dra-pol (PRD) unless something else develops.

On one of the larger trails running south from Kanggye farmers moving animals to fresh pasture, police units on patrol, and light trucks carrying building materials towards distant Kosong were uniformly stopped, their business disrupted by the Banat. The road was being cleared, even where that meant driving vehicles into ditches, as a heavily escorted truck sped away from the military-industrial centre that was Kanggye.

The convoy was bound for one of the republic's countless underground military R&D facilities, where DaKhiem hoped not only to make the captured nuclear device safe before it ripped the industrial heart out of the nation, but to employ it in aid of their increasingly advanced nuclear research.

(ooc:I'm not doing too much with that just yet, as I'm not entirely sure that the device wouldn't have activated when we discovered and attempted to relocate it, this way I can still have it go-off near Kanggye, later in the underground facility in the mountains, or not at all.)

The dead foreigners, their obvious helpers, and a significant number of local villagers and industrial workers in Kanggye district would over the next two days appear on crucifixes around the city of Kanggye, across from the Westgaard Line, and at other trouble-spots in the republic.. excepting for Kosong, where DaKhiem wanted to avoid upsetting Beth Gellen engineers.