NationStates Jolt Archive

Kazakhstania
The Dictatorial Headquarters
0900

"That then, is my final decision...." answered the Dictator, Klaus Mannheim, with authority.

"Are you sure, sir? What will we gain?" asked the Director of the Army, Martin Lodz.

"We will be throwing away all the revolutions and terrorist activity that has killed our peoples for generations."

"But the Kurds won't be happy, sir, this is their home. They will be even more likely to attack us."

"We will defend our land well, at the borders. Expelling them from our nation is the only answer." yelled Klaus.

"If you are certain, sir, will I activate the Reserves?"

"Until the troubled pupil has left, yes. For, we have taught them for years that we are equal, they are the same as over a billion Kazakhstanians! But they will not listen, and continue to make trouble. Therefore, this class must be ended." Klaus pondered metaphorically.

"As you wish, sir." Martin saluted, before wandering off. What would the Great Peoples of Kazakhstania gain from this? Nothing, we would just lose all trust of the Kurds, and be pestered even more! This may well have been the worst mistake this dictator ever made, but Kazakhstania is strong! It would survive. And so, Martin walked into the Army HQ, to get the wheels of this expulsion in motion.

The Kurds in Kazakhstania have their own towns, villages and land, and that land is owned by its council. The Kurdish Council worked in-sync witht he Kazakhstanian one, and this council was informed later that day of the expulsion of the Kurds from the south. They were not happy.

Later, military units began to arrive in souther Kazakhstania to reinforce the expulsion, and attempt to drive the kurds to their own nation in the south, which had been foremd after the Kazakhstanian Revolution a few years earlier. One of the units send there was the 122nd Mechanized Rifle Division, led by General Heinz Nurem.

"My god. Look at them all, hundreds of them. How are we meant to control them?" he commented.

"With these, sir." his assistant, Lieutenant Kraimer, said, tapping his M-65 Assault Rifle with his finger.

"No, no, violence will only lead them to revolt again."

"And you think they won't after this, sir?"

"If we are lucky...it depends if they listen to the council."

"They might, sir, you never know."

The Generals APC cruised to the site of a recently constructed HQ, put together hastily by some Airborne Troops dropped in earlier. He got out, and went inside the largest tent.

"Sir!" sad an Airborne Troop Colonel, saluting. "What do we do next, sir."

"We wait for orders, soldier. I want men on every corner of our little perimeter. I wan't this to go off with minimal losses, if that's possible..."

Gunfire interupted the meeting, sending the Colonel and some nervous-looking Privates scurrying for cover. The General stood up straight and wiped his eyes. This was to be a difficult mission, he thought, for the Kurds would not wan't to leave where they had stayed for hundreds of years.

"What was that? I wan't to know, as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir!" snapped the Lieutenant.

'Fighting has been growing considerably worse to the North of Benedictia, as Reich, Syskeyian and Lavenrunzian forces clash in a series of ferocious firefi..'

Josef Müller clicked the Television off as his intelligence liason, Karl Huffsen strode in, he was carrying a light brown folder, Müller motioned to sit, which he did, he then placed the folder onto the desk.
'Herr Müller, these are the latest photos, we've been monitoring the movements ever since we saw the mobalizations a few months back, it's not pretty mein herr.' He merely motioned to the folder as Müller picked it up.

Müller looked through the photographs, little dots, little clouds of smoke, blocks of vehicles moving around.
'What do you propose?' he eventually asked.
'Proffessionally, I'd send a diplomat, offer to act as mediator, help them try to reach a settlement, instead of this gunslinging.'
'And if that fails?'
'Three options, one: supply the Kurds with tanks and weapons, our corporations have been sturggling, so helping the Kurds would help them. Two: We offer to extract the Kurdish minority, I'm not sure of the numbers, and the sea merchents would want compensation. Three: We simply sit back and leave it to them.' The intelligence liason sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. 'Those are the options.'

'I think we should probably aim for the second option should things go to pot, but we should be hopefull that the commander of the army isn't as savage as he seems, or we may wind up with larger problems.' Müller nodded.

Pablisk House - Southern Kazkahstania
1012 Hours

Private Kunst covered his head as another volley of rounds hit the dirt next to him, throwing up dust as making his eyes water. Gunfire seemed to be coming from all over. They had dismounted their APC and were approaching this particularly large coutnry house when they had been fired upon, adn their APC had been taken out by an RPG. It wasn't long before they blew up the large water fountain they were hid behind aswell.

Across the lawn, a Kazahstanian Machine Gun opened up on a window of the house, and two Men run across under the covering fire, before they were knocked down by a wall of bullets from another window of the house, this was an impossible situation.

These Kurds, they just didn't wan't to leave! And they were everywhere. Now Kunst was 18, just out of School and serving the end of his two years of National Service, and he was not at all experienced, but he knew a hot zone when he saw one! Too bad High Command was anxious about sending in Heavy Weapons.

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HQ 122nd Mechanized Rifles Division
1013 Hours

"Sir, the shooting is at Pablisk House, just East of here, it seems to be a centre of resistance. The Entire village of Pablisk is lit up light a Christmas Tree!" Lieutenant Kraimer yelled to the General.

"Damn!" he slammed his hand down on the table menacingly. "I wanted this to end peacefully! But no can do! There are over 500 Million Kurds to Expel from this country, and this is just a tiny part of it!" Replied Nurem.

"What should we do, sir? Air Support is ready, all I have to do is give the word!"

"No! no Air Support, too many civilians. We will just hope this Oil Fire Burns out, before it consumes the entire Division! Just seal off the area, and get these Airborne guys in the fight. See if we can get the Zulu CQB team here, aswell."

"I will do that, sir! Do you wish to be closer to the action?"

"Yes, get my APC and get us to near Pablisk House."

"Yes, sir!" The Lieutenant snapped, before saluting and running off with his orders. The General lit up a cigarette and contemplated the situation.

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Kazakhstanian High Command
1215 Hours

"Sargeant! How is the expulsion doing?" asked the Kazakhstanian Director of the Army, Martin Lodz.

"We are doing well in the West, sir, there have been very little engagements! However, the push has been held up in the East, resistance seems to have centred round the area of Hill 211, near the town of Pablisk! There is very little we can do without fire support from Artillery or Air Support, sir!"

"Hmmmm. Well, get the Fire Support ready at all times! But try to resolve these...confrontations with light weapons! I don't want too many civilian casualties, or god help us, these Kurds will really fight...."

"Yes, sir!" barked the Sargeant.

Lodz looked at the map, and the counters on it. So many men and lives depicted by plastic cubes! Maybe the gunfights would be resolved within the next few hours. Now, to talk to the blasted Klingenshtatian dignitary, he just wouldn't listen to the fact that there were far too many Kurds in Kazakhstania to evacuate!

Western Kazakhstania
1600 Hours

A convoy of Military Vehciles was driving along a woodland road near Merensk, aiming to reach the Kurdish Town of Atr by 1800, to enforce the Expulsion. The Convoy commander, Colonel Kris Reynold, sat in the back of his heavily armed and armoured M-36 APC.

"What is our estimated time of arrival, Corporal?" he asked the driver.

"Uh, 1830 hours, sir." replied to Corporal.

"We are going to be late. Not good."

"Well, at least we have hit little resistance."

"That could yet change, corporal."

As the convoy rolled down a narrow, banked neck of trees, the lead vehicle, an M-12UM2 APC, exploded in a massive fireball. Another, the rear vehicle, was hit by a rocket launched from a pocket of the trees to the right. Men out of their turrets were cut down by Machine Guns and Snipers. It was well planned, and the convoy was disorganised in seconds.

"Get out, get out!" Yelled the Colonel, grabbing his Personal Assault Rifle and exiting the APC. He ran to a bank and started firing.

Quickly, other men, led by his example, started firing back, beginning a slow burning firefight that would last the best part of an hour. Through superior firepower and tactics, the Kazakhstanian's fought out of the ambush and folded round on the Kurds, trapping most of them. The cost for this movement, however, was 17 killed and 12 wounded, mostly in the opening ambush. This sort of scene happened simultaneously across the Western Front, in a well organised stopping motion. It hadn't worked, but it had started a long series of engagements ranging from south of Atryau to the East, where the town of Pablisk was surrounded, but still very active.

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Pablisk House
1800 Hours

The house was still putting up quite a resistance, which had cut down 21 Kazakhstanian Soldiers, and cost them one APC. Private Kunst had used a Smoke Grenade to escape from his pinned down position, as had other men across the front garden. Now the House was surrounded, but still putting up shots everytime someone went near.

Now a Zulu Close Quarters Battle Team was ready at the western door, preparing to storm the house. Those inside wouldn't last long with those guys, they were real pro's. Kunst had been back to HQ to report in, and seen the devastation on the main road to Pablisk. Burned out APC's and torched buildings. He had returned to the House for security detail, in case anyone got the idea of escaping. The Zulu's gave the two minute warning, and everyone shouldered their rifles.

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Kazakhstanian High Command
1758 Hours

Lodz looked at the board, and all the counters on it. They had just received word of a massive hold up in the west, and a lot of resistance on all the roads to Merensk. That was not good, as both the East and Western expulsions were held up. The Western Objective had been to swing round and reach the Kurdish City of Eldern, but they had been chewed up miles short of their objectives. The idea to push all the Kurds back to their own nation was not such a good idea, almost the entire wouth was populated by Kurds.

In the East, all the resistance was still centred on Pablisk, though some Airborne Forces had pushed further south, cutting off the Town. Everywhere, it seemed, was held up. Fire Support was needed, but not yet. There was one last thing he could do. He started typing up a message, under his jurisdiction, to all the nations of the world:

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Dear *Nation*,

We require your help at this time of need and hope. You may have seen our operations against the terrorist Kurds in the South, for they have been going swiftly, but they have hit some problems. We require your help in numbers, and armed forces, mainly Peacekeeping Troops to attempt to stop the Kurds from shooting first. We do not require Heavy Weapons support as civilian casualties need to be avoided at all costs, but it may come to this.

So we ask for your Peacekeeping Forces, all nations of the world, to help us at this time of need.

Thankyou.

Field Commander Martin Lodz
Director of Army, Kazakhstania

The Kurdish push:

http://venus.walagata.com/w/woodhall/Kurds.JPG

OOC:

Yeh, it's bad, but it was done in paint :D

OOC:

F**cking hell! It this RP that bad....?

Pablisk House
1802 Hours

The Zulu's went in with a flash of light and an exploding door, and stormed the first several rooms within seconds, clearing them and sealing them off. Next, they worked their way down a hall, clearing rooms as they went, before coming to a large pair of double doors. A Breaching Charge was set, and blown, and the team rushed in, weapons raised.

Awaiting them were two curving staircases on opposite sides of an entry hall, meeting at one large platform above the hall. From this platform, two massive 7.62mm RPD Machine Guns layed down a hail of fire on the entering team, taking down three men before the others took cover. Three men branched off and went roound the side, hoping to come at them from behind, while the other two put up fire to the Machine Guns. One had the idea of using his Grenade Launcher, blowing the hell out of the position and providing a breakthrough. As the five men remaining got up, two got dropped by a burst of fire from one staircase, before the man got downed. They three then cleared the landing, looking at the four pulverised bodies below them.

The other three were just nearing the side of the large kitchen round the back, when one noticed something on the doors in a room. Too late. The whole room exploded, killing the three men instantly. All that were left were the three men. As they status reported the others and heard no answer, they decided they would retreat out of the house. As they fell back, a burst of fire from a door out the hall took down another man in an agonizing scream. The two remaining members lost it.

They ran down the halls and burst out the entrance, throwing two hand grenades as they left. The two men were Zulu Privates, so they ahd little proper combat experience, and no leader, so had legged it. The Soldiers outside were unbelieving, only two Zulu's?

"Where are the others?" shoed the Sargeant in charge of the barricade.

"Dead!....." shouted back the Private, ripping off his Gas Mask and balaclava, a look of terror in his eyes. "All dead! There was an ambush..."

The Soldiers around the incident lost heart immediately. How were they going to take this house!? High Command wanted as few losses as possible, but in the town of Pablisk, this was improbable.

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HQ 122nd Mechanized Rifles Division
1830 Hours

"Sir! The Storming of Pablisk House just failed. The Zulu's were practically wiped out, they can't seem to take the House." said a Comms Sargeant to the General in Charge.

"Curse those Kurd's. Ok, we need Air Support. Laser in the Front of the Building and get some Artillery on the fields leading from the House to Pablisk itself, pull the troops back creating a gap, see if they wan't to leave. SMash the front of the house, and send a few Airborne guys in to seal the premises. I want as little as the house blown up as is tactically needed. Do it!" ordered General Nurem.

"Yes, sir!"

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Kazakhstanian High Command
1845 Hours

"Field Marshal, a Divisional Commander just reported in,a sking for an Air Strike with Artillery Support on a target that seems to be very well defended. It's a House, Sir, near Pablisk, they have attempted many tiems to capture it!" barked the Comm's Sargeant at the Command Centre.

"Very well, just make sure there are as few Civilian casualties as possible. Dear god, let's hope they need as little of this as possible."

"Yes, sir!"

And so, the Air Strike commenced, and the Artillery strapped up for it's shaking down session in the conquest.