NationStates Jolt Archive

The mist of early morning is still settling as the jeeps pull down the gravel road and stop infront of the black waters of the river. They are followed closely by an old and rusted blue and white bus, the paint scratched and peeling.

The young captain yawns and scratches his chin as he steps calmly out of the old green jeep. "Come on, come on...unload the trash we have to clean up three more villages in the south before the end of the day..."

As the bus doors open crying can be heard from women and babies, soldiers come out first pushing and kicking the civilians, young and old, off of the bus...other soldiers, gripping their AK-47s tightly, begin pushing them towards the rivers edge and lining them up..

The screaming and crying is almost deafening as a young girl runs up to the Captain and gets on her knees begging and screaming for mercy..his reply is a shot through her head from his pistol...

"Damn Farasian whore..." He looks around as the last of the civilians are lined up...one of which appears different than the others, a young female foreign reporter, who spits in the direction of the Captain as he grins...

"The world is gonna know whats happening here! You cant hide it forever!"

"The world? You think the world cares about these..things? This is OUR country, we do with it as we please! Soon this land will be for one true Vecian race, and as the militias are put down one flag shall fly here!" [i]He looks over at another Officer...who pulls out a Machete from the back of one of the jeeps, several other soldiers grab hammers and machetes and begin walking toward the mass of civilians as other soldiers look on, with the AK-47s aimed...

"Wha...What are you doing?!" The young reporter shouts hysterically..

"We only use bullets on humans...these are not humans...these are dogs." He says with a grin as soldiers begin to chase and hack the Farasian villagers...turning the dark waters red as their deafening screams fill the air...and after a few minutes the screams turn to an eerie silence...

The man apparently in his thirties brushed back his light blonde hair and placed his green eye up to the cold steel sight on his silenced sniper rifle. Passed the trees he looks onto the village ahead...jeeps and an old blue and white bus had rolled into the town just a few hours earlier and soldiers had been moving through the houses, raping and looting as they go...a click from the mans gun...the sound of a bullet entering the chamber...a shot through a window through the neck of a soldier raping a young girl...blood sprays across the room as he falls...click..another bullet in the chamber...a shot...an officer falls to the ground clutching his chest... Soldiers spread out and fire randomly at buildings and into the forest..they now knew they were being watched...

"Damn them! Damn all those Guard bastards!! You there! Send a team through the forest, and another team through those Western buildings...if you find ANYONE with a weapon you bring them outside with their families and we show them what we do to rebels and sympathizers!" The young Captain shouts furiously..

The blonde Sniper moves back slowly into the brush, disappearing into the evening shadows of the massive black forests... "Reaper to Crow...just spotted a Varana Death Squad...they're moving through southern Farasian Province...recommend we move the Prize to a more secure location..." He whispers into his headset...

"Crow to Reaper...secure location? ...When you think of one tell me...I think we've run out of secure locations...Now I suggest you move on...scouts report a large Farasian militia moving from the northwest..."

"Negative..the Varana are going village to village...I'll slow their progress as much as I can.."

The Cameraman stood shaking a bit, a nervous look in his eye...that sort of look just before one enters a fight or flight mode.

"Stop shaking the bloody Camera, Ian!" The foreign reporter said in a frustrated tone... "Breaking this story to the world is going to be my ticket to the big show, ol'boy..you just wait!"

"Alright, so I just spoke to David, we're ready to go live in about ten seconds." The cameraman flips his hat backwards and gets into position infront of the reporter who seems to be more concerned with his hair than the smoking ruins of the village behind him...

"And in three..two.." The cameraman points to the reporter, who now puts on his most concerned and sincere face...

"Hello, this is Joshua Mitchell reporting to you live from WNBS World News in Vecia. I'm standing here in northern Vecia, a country that too little know about and even fewer seem to care about.." He begins to walk through the debris covered streets of the village...a heavy black smoke fills the air and dead animals and people seem to litter the area.. "I warn you, what you are about to see and hear is quite disturbing. ... Vecia a once beautiful, nation with a vibrant and intricate culture is now a place filled with heartache and bloodshed. As the Vecians say 'In Vecia blood can be found easier than water.' And a truer statement might have never been made." The reporter stops infront of a clearing where in the background a river is seen with bodies floating through it... "The Vecian people have been ripped apart by age-old clan and provincial blood feuds. After the murder of the Royal family in its entirety, militants from the Province of Varana took over for a short term...these militants ruled over the other sub-cultures of Vecia with a brutal and racist iron fist.." The reporter is interrupted by his Vecian Guide.

"Please..we go now..Army will come back soon.." He looks about nervously before taking off as quick as he can into the dark forest...

The reporter tries to regain his composure as he cameraman glances about nervously... "Soon the violence escalated, different militia factions formed, each trying to take power and each having an ever growing hatred of each other. Now, Genocide sweeps through this land as factions quite literally try to wipe themselves out and cleanse this land for only one Vecian race and culture.." Joshua stops and looks passed his cameraman at the red pick-up truck that just pulled up behind them and the three men holding AK-47s that have jumped out of the truck to greet them...

"You put the camera down now!" One of the men says firing a warning shot into the air...

"We're reporters, we're unarmed, ok?" Joshua says nervously as his Cameraman turns and begins filming the militants..He is met with a shot to the head, killing him and the live broadcast instantly..

The HIVE........

The underground military complex located just under Xharnia on the Irathrian contient was very intrested in the happenings of the world at large. The Command of Xharn had long been a dormant power seeking to re-organize themselves after the war with Hataria. The Xharnian military industrial complex had begun massive changes in their policies in the past.

The Xharnian leadership had finally been replaced with high ranking military leaders that decided to run the country like a military chain of command. The CO of the Command was listening to several reports he was recieving about the province of Vecia. The reports were distrubing to say the least. The CO finally decided to put Vecia on a watch list for the Xharnian Central Intelligence....


The news broadcasts about genocide and mass murder were easily picked up by Xharnian Central Intelligence (X.C.I.) via spy satelite. The province was also being digitally mapped by these satelites in orbit. Military fortifications and troop movements were being recorded as information was being relayed back and forth from space to Xharnian computers....


The CO and XO were finally given a report about the situation on the ground in Vecia. It seemed rather bloody and disorganized. The factions were constantly bickering and killing each other instead of helping to make their nation better for themselves or there people... The XO (Executive Officer) finally gave the go ahead for the mobilization of Death Korps Sub Commands to begin covert operations to halt the Vecian people's ability to make war upon themselves. If that meant conquest of Vecia by force of arms than so be it....


OOC: Vecia, is your nation landlocked, or does it have access via the ocean?

OOC: No, Vecia is not landlocked, it has ocean access.

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Southern Faras Province, Vecia

The final golden rays of sunlight slip away as the sun sinks down beneath the dark evergreen treeline of the vast black forests that seems to go on into eternity...In the distance the emerald hillsides and meadows are lit only by the eerie glow of burning villages whose black smoke bellows into the air, a warning of what was here and what is to come... The smell of death...rot and decay, the scent of smoke, burning timber and flesh almost unbearable...a horrid smell and a horrid sight for a once beautiful and bountiful land..

"Crow to Reaper...you still alive, old friend?" The shakey voice comes through the headset nervously..

Reaper brushes back his light blonde hair, which is drenched in sweat and filthy from dirt and ash... "Of course I'm alright, Crow..its me.." He takes a drag from his cigarette...a habit he once thought would kill him..not a bullet... "Is the Prize secure?"

"Prize is safe...and the Varana?.."

"They left here when the Farasian militia showed up...I guess I took too many for them to feel comfortable in a sustained fight with the Farasians.."

"..It was just a Death Squad..they'll be back in much greater numbers, I'm sure, after the Farasians raid into Varana province..."

"It never ends, Crow..what are my orders?..." He says with a sigh, leaning back against the cave wall..

"Sevarr province..the local warlord is preparing a massive advance into Delysium...and Reaper..straight there, no hero nonsense...we have business to take care of.."

"Yea...I'll contact you when I'm in the borderlands..." He says standing up and taking one last drag of his cigarette before tossing it down into the cave and picking up his rifle..

"I mean it, Reaper, you.." Crow is cut off as Reaper shuts off his radio and heads back out into the dense black forests..

OOC: Just a little bump to see if we cant get some more international attention...or perhaps people really dont care what happens here. Hmm...Darfur comes to mind.

Ah, I'll also try to have a map up for Vecia as soon as possible so you can all get a better look at the situation, terrain, etc, etc.

15th Naval Taskforce..........
Operation: Shadow Strike..........
Position: Classified.......

The Xharnian Naval Taskforce had been on deployment roughly three months from home port when the Command gave word for the taskforce to begin operations into the nation of Vecia.

The two Xharnian Carriers making the heart of the taskforce promptly began to send recon aircraft and sorties of fighter escorts towards the coastal area of Vecia. The recon jets began taking pictures of Vecian positions along the coast looking for villages and possible military personel in the area.

The recon aircraft upon getting the information needed would leave Vecian airspace and return to the Carrier with their fighter escorts. The fighters continued in a defensive formation prepared to fire upon any interceptors seeking to take out the recon jets.....

OOC: Bump , more bloodshed to come after work. :)

"...more villages were torched, and even more people killed or forced to flee. This brutal reality is revealed by this collection of images and video from Vecia. It's shocking and well it should be. What we are seeing is nothing short of genocide and pretty much nothing is being done. There should be international outcry, there should be pressure on the government to put a stop to all this, but the truth is that the government itself could well be complicit..."

The representatives of the media watched the press conference and its terrible subject matter soberly. It simply could not be denied that something horrifying was going on. The trouble would be trying invoke real, personal sympathy among their audiences for a nation and people most barely even knew existed.

In the end, it was simply too substantial for news editors to leave out of the nightly news broadcasts.

"It's a strong word with horrifying associations: genocide. And that's what the Kelssek-based human rights group World Action said today is occuring in Vecia. The group today presented to the media a raft of evidence of some truly shocking events in that country with mass killings, entire villages put to the torch, and rivers choked with corpses. The KBC's Pauline Weekes reports..."

It didn't, however, occupy the minds of people for much more time than the report lasted. Too far outside the "monkeysphere", as some would put it.

Vecian Coast, Delysium Province

The Xharnian Naval Fleet's presence had not gone unnoticed...the sleek gray bodies of the Vecian's JAS-39 Gripens sailed through the clouded skies along the rocky coast...Their markings appeared to be from one of Vecia's warring provinces, known as Delysium..

"Foreign aircraft, you have entered restricted airspace..." Three Gripens break formation and begin heading towards the Xharnian fighters... "You have 30 seconds to comply..."

Like silver-winged devils the rest of the squadron break off into several groups and lift up into the cottonlike clouds that fill the pale blue skies..

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Central Varana

Crying women, most beaten and raped, can be heard screaming and yelling as they are forced off the buses, their male counterparts, what is left of them, try to comfort them and remain strong. ... Like sheep they are herded through the muddy, blood-stained clay that leads up to the tall barbed wire walls of the Concentration Camp...

"Hurry up, hurry up, we cant be behind schedule again...these need to be inspected and numbered...Avaron!!" The gruff gray-bearded General looks over at his Second; young Captain Avaron, and sneers.. "Here is the list...the good Doctor needs some volunteers...YOU will select them.."

Avaron looks at the horde of people, as he takes the list from General Zonn...a sick look falls over his young face as he reads whats on the list.. "Fifteen young girls, no older than sixteen..must be from the southern region of Felgaard province.." Avaron closes his eyes for a moment, and then puts on his cold exterior and dusts off his crisp tan uniform with red shoulder bars holding a golden scythe symbol..the uniform all Concentration Camp Soldiers in Varana were proud to wear...but, perhaps not Avaron...he had been transferred here after refusing to shoot a child-soldier in Faras Province.

The smokestacks were large...and the giant furnace chambers that the unfortunate victims were forced into was a testament of Varana's brutal efficiency...

OOC: Bumping this up one more time... Much, much, more to come. Was planning on posting it yesterday, unfortunately RL took over, but keep your eyes and ears tuned in to Vecia...

OOC: Bumping this up one more time... Much, much, more to come. Was planning on posting it yesterday, unfortunately RL took over, but keep your eyes and ears tuned in to Vecia...

Are you limiting the action on this thread to only Modern Tech nations? How weird is your frontier of what are you willing to accept as partners?

OOC: Aelosia, I'm looking more for Modern Tech / Slightly Post Modern nations to get into this RP. But, perhaps you can give me an idea of what you had in mind.

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IC:

Borderlands Sevarr / Delysium

The line was formed almost perfectly. Young men glanced around at the other child-soldiers that surrounded them; a look of absolute fear and worry. Some glanced out over the crude dirt highway, hoping in vain that the early morning rains would reveal what their Overlords were looking for.

"We honor you for your sacrifice...we honor you for the great bravery that you now show." The tall, slender militia commander looks out over the line and begins to walk down it.. "Those who lose their lives today, saves the lives of their brothers." As he reaches the end of the line the militia commander scratches his thick black mustache and throws his matted green army cap on his balding head, dripping from the rain.. With a sigh he nods to one of his lieutenants.

"Walk!" The stern order is rapidly followed by the metallic clicking of guns being cocked as the camo-suited Sevarr Overlords take aim and press their rifles against their battle-weary shoulders.

Five steps and already the deafening sound of a mine exploding into a violent cloud of red mist and what was left of three young child-soldiers. Yells of panic are heard shortly after from the line...young boys freeze in terror, witnessing the slow death of several others, who wounded, now fall to the muddy, blood-soaked earth leaking rivers of blood and gasping for their last breaths.

"Continue...walk!" The young lieutenant yells, wiping the red residue from his scarred face. He then thrusts his ak-47 high into the air...the golden glow from the muzzle and loud sound of rapid-fire is a warning to the boys...a mine or a bullet...

Several warring Sevarr Militias had banded together for one glorious campaign before resuming their petty squabbling; Delysium Province was to be invaded, and this time it was no mere raid...But the roads must be cleared...

OOC: One last bump, more to come after work. I'll update the situations across ALL Provinces to give you all a better idea of whats going on. And, I'll try to post the map this evening.

That country is in chaos.
Where is that country?
Uhm... here. We have no contact with them, and no interest... but still...
I saw the conference. Government?
Official or unofficial?
Let's find out. Wait, are these the latest pictures?
Yes. We kept the satellites out of their national territory, but these are international waters.
Those are carriers.
Yes.
Invading?
Don't know. Wouldn't be the first time.
Ok.. Send this as vaguely addressed as possible. Let's see who picks it up.


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Diplomatic Channels,Vecia<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
>>>>>>>>>>>Head-of-State,Vecia Capital City, Vecia<<<<<<<<<<<<
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<Matei Revert, Roman, RevTerr>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Greetings,
My name is Matei Revert and I have the supreme rank of Comander over the RevTerran Alliance. We do not know each other, but we have heard about a great Vecian heritage, both cultural and historical.
We consider that a country is as strong as it's citizens, and we received information that your population is in pain. Can you provide details? Do you need help?
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