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Fascist White States
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 4:02 pm Post subject:

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FWS government has declared that they are deeply concerned with the sharp increase in reports of organized crime... It is estimated that as many as 80,000 organized crime members are operating in FWS. The strong Army FWS used to have had always been sufficient to keep the criminals under control though. (NOTE: FWS is having many problems the USSR had when their system finally collapsed... But we are confident Fascism will endure in FWS)



Also, note that of the 20 million citizens living in White Western Province, it is estimated as many as 2 million may be members of the radical communist militants party. Rich Fascian citizens are building walls around their homes and hiring dozens of private guards.

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Fascist White States
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2004 4:22 pm Post subject:

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The FWS government has declared that the Communist Militants Party is hereby banned and all meetings of the party are outlawed. Furthermore, no more than 5 former party members may ever be together at one time.

With that declaration, the FWS government banned the Communist Militants Party.

Shortly thereafter, 200,000 members of White Western Province Communist Militants Party declared an uprising and began seizing local governments in their areas... Police and communists are currently engaged in fierce fighting. The Communist Workers Party and the Social Democrat Party have denounced the uprisings as pointless and evil, citing the Fascian Labor Laws as giving workers all the protection they need.

The Communist Militants Party is based heavily on the ideals of Mao and Stalin. The Communist Workers Party is a more moderate leftist group.

The Communist Militants Party seeks to establish a break-away republic in North Western White Western Province... The government always admitted communism was strongest in that region, but they basically refused to acknowledge just how strong it was. The communists want Port Rhodes... Something the government says is out of the question.

Paracommandos were seen readying to head towards Port Rhodes.

At various FWS air bases: 200 Mi-24s, 50 MiG-52-Ls, and 200 Su-25s make ready to crush the rebels.






UPDATE


OCC: If you want in on this, please message me.




IC: Approximately 200,000 Communist Militant Party members in north-western White Western Province have declared an uprising under the leadership of party leader Zeljko Djindjic.

The uprising is declaring that they want a Stalinist republic in the northern 1/3 of White Western Province, including the main FWS Port city, Port Rhodes... Something the FWS government says will not happen.

FWS security forces have been battling the rebels for several hours now. Local police have seen their stations come under mortar and RPG fire... Most local police units have either been overrun or have fallen back to try to hold key objectives.



FWS Forces heading to crush the rebellion:



2 mechanized infantry divisions (18,000 each plus IVFs for all men and 200 155mm SPA each.) Other assorted Artillery (Towed 155mm, Towed 255mm)

1 armored Divisions (18,000 soldiers and 1,000 T-101 tanks each and 400 155mm SPA each, 200 Mobile SAMS each)

2 light infantry airmobile divisions (18,000 each plus helicopters to transport the men and assorted artillery)

1 airborne paratrooper divisions (18,000 each, transported in C-130s, assorted artillery and AA weapons)

2 Divisions of Rhodes Youth (16-17 year olds). These are some of the most fanatical Divisions in the Fascian Defense Forces. Well trained youths who spent 9-12 months in Rhodes youth militia / army training. Each Division has 18,000 soldiers, 500 AMX-10 Recon Vehicles. 500 AMX-10 APC Vehicles. 250 AMX-13 Recon Vehicles. 250 AMX VCI APC Vehicles In addition to 200: 155mm SPA: and 100 Mobile SAMs.

3 Paracommando regiments (1,000 each + Elephant T/A helicopters to transport them… Each Elephant holds 10 Paracommandos. Units also have assorted mortars, shoulder launched AA and AT weapons)


The Government has also hinted that the FWS Elite TKCTF (Teutonic Knights intelligence services Counter-Terrorism Force) will help crush the rebellions.

Zoran Raznatovic, the leader of the "Leftist Party", people who were members of the Communist Workers Party, the Social-Democrat Party, and the FWS Socialist Party, but united under one banner, has denounced the Communist Militants Party uprising as "An attempt to force wicked Stalinism on the unwilling masses."

According to the FNN:

Communist Militant Party members seized the recently rebuilt Rhodesville in the northern part of White Western Province. They executed approximately 12,000 citizens in the city of 37,230. The communists have detached 12,000 fighters to hold the city. But approximately 2,100 Teutonic Knights and about 1,100 police remain scattered throughout the city... They are launching harassing attacks against the communist army.

The mayor of Rhodesville, a loyal member of the Fascist National Party was found shot dead in his home. Also, according to sources from inside Rhodesville, 1 platoon of communist guerillas took turns raping his 17-year-old daughter.


Local Teutonic Knights have vowed to crush all communist rebels. The government has declared a state of emergency for White Western Province and decided to send in 8 divisions of FWS Soldiers to crush the rebels.


All throughout Central Province (the stronghold of the Teutonic Knights), thousands of civilian vehicles were seen readying to head into White Western Province. Cameras counted approximately 5,000 pickup trucks and hummers with mounted machine guns and grenade launchers. The Teutonic Knights have announced they will help the government crush the rebels.

In their daily newspaper, "The Kluxer", the Teutonic Knights announced they are declaring war on the Communist Rebels, they have declared that no rebel will be spared. The newspaper has a circulation of about 72 million.

FNN reports: 2 Million robed and armed Teutonic Knights are currently riding through Rhodes City on horses that are draped with sheets. They say they will ride to White Western Province and crush the communists...

The government has declared that they welcome the help.


IC: These are civilian members of the Teutonic Knights... They are not affiliated with the Teutonic Knights Intelligence Services or the TKCTF.
A large number of people in the armed forces happen to be TK members, but the TK doesn't field their own units... They are a non-governmental group that has lots of members who are in the army. However, the government has given them the task of counter-terrorism (TKCTF) and Domestic Intelligence (Teutonic Knights Intelligence Services).


Also, the Grenadiers Guards require that all those seeking to join the Grenadier Guards be Teutonic Knights.

Colonel Dimitri Arkan lead the 7th Regiment of paracommandos into the rebuilt town of Wilhelmsville. The town had about 11,241 people in it... They heard the sounds as 100 Elephant T/A Helicopters approached... 1,000 Paracommandos poured out. The town was a communist stronghold, there were 4,000 fascists in the town. Most had fled to the nearby rebuilt town of Hendrikville (population 9,873). Some of them stayed behind to help the Government Forces that they knew would inevitably arrive.

Local Fascists had placed a few dozen Hummers and other vehicles in key locations just outside the city... They knew the forces arriving would likely be Rapid Response Forces and might not have vehicles.

Colonel Dimitri Arkan got into the front passenger seat of a Hummer and ordered the driver to move forward. Wilhelmsville was to be retaken... And Dimitri Arkan knew what would happen to captured rebels, or those who supported the rebels...

As the hummer moved forward, a local resident with an MP-5 moved into the road and motioned for them to stop ... The 40mm Grenade Launcher trained on the man in the road. Colonel Arkan rolled down the window.

Arkan: "What do you want?"

Local: "I am a member of the local Fascist National Party unit. I know where the family of the leader of the Communist Militants Party lives... Zeljko Djindjic, his family is on the outskirts of this town. I can show you."

Arkan: "Get in."

The soldiers in the back of the hummer make room and the local man gets inside, he sets his MP-5 down.


Colonel Arkan's hummer moved forward... Followed by 3 other hummers and 2 pickup trucks. They would soon be at the house where Zeljko Djindjic's family was. Colonel Arkan was anxious to kill some people, and if memory served him, Zeljko had a rather attractive wife and daughter. He might just be able to have some fun before he would have to move out to attack the center of Wilhelmsville.

Colonel Dimitri Arkan and his unit of Paracommandos arrived outside the house the local man had told them to go to. There were 30 Paracommandos total in the force that surrounded the house. 6 men moved forward towards the front door to make ready to assault into the house. 6 more men moved to the backdoor. 3 men stood ready at a window, 3 men stood ready at another window. The remaining 12 Paracommandos would stay outside to provide cover and keep any communists from escaping.


The signal to go was given... The assault teams smashed the windows, battered down the doors, and threw in flash bang grenades. In the confusion, they stormed in.

4 local communists were sitting around a kitchen table playing cards. Their weapons leaned against a wall... Two Paracommandos leveled their MP-5s and opened fire. The 4 communists went down.

2 Communists were in the pantry getting some food. A Paracommando dropped them both with a quick burst from his MP-5.

The communists on the 2nd and 3rd floors were now grabbing their guns to rush downstairs. There were several dozen communists in the house. They were there to guard the family of their leader.

4 Communists tried to run down the stairs to get from the 2nd floor to the 1st floor. A lone Paracommando took out all 4 of them with his .45 caliber pistol, each shot was a headshot, after all, this Paracommando was a deadeye, and this Paracommando was Colonel Dimitri Arkan.

6 Communists made a run up the basement stairs towards the 1st floor, but 3 Paracommandos opened fire on them and 2 went down. The Paracommandos dropped hand grenades, the grenades bounced down the stairs and exploded, killing the other 4 communists.

1 Communist was in a 1st floor bathroom; he reached for his pistol, which was on the toilet tank. He fired a few rounds through the wall as he heard a movement... He wounded a Paracommando. 2 Paracommandos blazed at the bathroom with the MP-5s... The communist fell off the toilet seat; he was dead before he hit the ground.

8 Communists were watching the news on a television. 3 were sitting on a couch, 3 were sitting in chairs, and 2 were sitting on the floor. The news was discussing the recent Communist uprisings... The 3 Paracommandos that burst through the window opened fire with their MP-5s... 6 of the Communists fell dead. 2 screamed, "We surrender"... But the Paracommandos MP-5 didn't want to hear surrender, the MP-5 responded with a quick burst and the two communists fell over dead. The team continued on into the interior of the house.


All the communists were dead now, except for 4 on the 3rd floor and 2 in outside the bomb shelter in basement. They were guarding their leader's family... The family had taken cover in the bomb shelter.

4 Communists on the 3rd floor opened windows and got onto the roof, they tried to drop down the roof of the garage so they could get to the ground... But Paracommandos surrounding the house cut them down... They fell off the roof in a dramatic fashion.

The rest of the house had been secured... Colonel Dimitri Arkan and all teams inside the house converged on the basement.

The 2 communists in the basement announced that they surrendered... Colonel Arkan withdrew his pistol, said "No Thank You", and the proceeded to coldly shoot both men in the face.


Where was the family though... They had to be here somewhere.
The men tore up everything looking for anything they might have missed.

Arkan was furious... How could they have gotten away?

One of the soldiers realized his magazine was empty; he started to change his magazine since it was empty... He wanted to be ready, in the event there would be more fighting. As he went to put the new magazine into his weapon, he fumbled with it and it slipped from his hands, it hit the floor... A large echo thudded as it hit... Something was beneath the floor...



The men pulled the floor boards up and found the entrance to a bomb shelter... Arkan realized he had just found his target... He would have to get into the shelter though... It was sealed tight...

He picked up a radio from a dead communist... He spoke on the already set frequency.

"This is Colonel Dimitri Arkan of the 7th Paracommando Regiment. Whoever is in the shelter will exit now unarmed with their hands in the air. If you do not comply within 60 seconds, we will pump VX gas into the shelter."

He waited for a reply.

A Paracommando nudged him and whispered, "But sir... We don't have any VX gas, you know it's all being incinerated as we speak."

Arkan replied, "Yes... But maybe they don't know it."

About 56 seconds had passed... Arkan was thinking his bluff had failed...

Then the radio came alive, "Okay, we're coming out, we'll be unarmed."

The steel door swung open and 5 people exited.
Lucy, the 37-year-old wife of Zeljko Djindjic.
Helen, the 18-year-old daughter of Zeljko Djindjic.
Marie, the 17-year-old daughter of Zeljko Djindjic.
Leon, the 19-year-old son of Zeljko Djindjic.
Karl, the 16-year-old son of Zeljko Djindjic.

Dimitri Arkan spoke, "Keep your hands in the air you filthy commies... Get moving, we're going to the center of town..." As he spoke he eyed Helen in a manner that made her shudder, she realized the colonel was probably some anti-communist zealot who might rape her, or worse.

Paracommandos pushed them forward and up the stairs... As the raid on the house had begun, so had the efforts of police, Teutonic Knights, and Paracommandos to retake the city... They had pushed the communists back in a few areas and had retaken the crucial police station and its valuable cache of weapons.

As Colonel Arkan's column rolled into the center of town, Teutonic Knights and other Paracommandos were hanging the last few communists... Of the 2,200 communist fighters in the town, about 1,200 were killed fighting, the other 1,000 surrendered... Every tree in town had been pressed into service for the hangings.

A camera crew captured it all on tape, they claimed to be from the FNN, and this claim worked because they were white, but they were actually from the Angolan News Network, they were Portuguese.

They captured everything, from the ropes being tossed over the branches to the barrels being pulled out from the underneath the captured communists... The laughing of the Teutonic Knights and Paracommandos as they watched the communists swing, some took as long as 30 minutes to die. The footage wasn't live of course, they had it on tape, but they weren't sure if they should return the tapes to their bosses... They didn't want good soldiers to get into trouble.

Hummers pulled into the center of town... A brazen colonel stepped out... He yelled to the camera crew, "You there! Are you with the FNN?"
"Yes" they replied.

Arkan: "Good, then get over here. I want you to film this and send it to Zeljko Djindjic in Rhodesville..."

Camera Man: "Okay... We're ready... What exactly do you want us to send to him."

Arkan: "Just start filming." Colonel Dimitri Arkan went to a truck and pulled out Helen Djindjic, she was the 18-year-old daughter of Zeljko, head of the Communist Militants Party. She, along with the rest of the family, had been blindfolded and had her hands restrained behind her back with a set of military handcuffs. He looked camera and said "Hello Zeljko... The Mayor of Rhodesville was a good personal friend of mine, and your men killed him... So I am going to get my revenge via this lovely daughter of yours."

With those words he bent her over a barrel and proceeded to rape her...

The camera captured it all... The two reporters had no idea what to do... It wasn't live, but they could turn the tape in.. But both had a strong admiration of FWS and in particular the FWS Defense Forces... They didn't want any bad publicity for FWS... They decided they would just send the tape to Zeljko.. They decided to keep filming...

Arkan called out to the driver of his hummer "Don't you want to have a go at her. Well then get over here and get going." The driver got out and took his turn raping the girl. By the time the recording was over, both of Zeljko's daughters would be raped at least 2 dozen times by various Paracommandos...

Arkan went back to the truck where the captives were and dragged out Lucy, the 37-year-old wife of Zeljko Djindjic, he raped her himself before he threw her down and told a platoon of nearby Paracommandos "She's all yours boys."


Arkan announced something... "We aren't done yet... There is something we have to do, just incase old Zeljko doesn't get that we mean business."

He went back to truck where the captives were and ordered guards to drag out the two sons of Zeljko...

Leon, the 19-year-old son of Zeljko Djindjic.
Karl, the 16-year-old son of Zeljko Djindjic.

He ordered them to kneel by the side of the road... "Are you filming this" Arkan called to the camera crew. "Yes" was the reply...

Arkan withdrew his 45-caliber pistol and fired, hitting Leon in the back of the head, his head exploded and his brains splattered over the road, he fell forward into a ditch that ran along the side of the road.

Arkan moved his hand to the right and fired again. He hit Karl in the back of the head... His head also exploded and he fell forward but just short of landing in the ditch, Arkan kicked the body into the ditch...

Arkan turned to the camera and said, "Zeljko, Your wife and daughters are still alive... At least for now... You had better surrender or they might wind up like your sons." The camera zoomed in on the two bodies in the ditch. Then the camera panned back to Colonel Arkan, "But don't be too quick about it Zeljko, I really enjoyed your daughters and I'd like to have more time with them."

A nearby squad of sgts broke into laughter when they heard what their commander had said.




About 4 hours later a parcel was placed in front of Zeljko Djindjic... It was the video.
Arkan had calculated the time that it would take Zeljko to watch the tape, about 2 minutes after Zeljko had finished watching the tape, there was a knock at his door...

He had a guard open it, there was nobody there, but there were two small boxes placed on the ground. The guard brought the two small boxes to Zeljko...

Inside box 1 was what was left of the head of Karl, son of Zeljko. Inside box 2 was what was left of the head of Leon, son of Zeljko...

As he opened the boxes, Zeljko screamed in horror... He knew he had no choice but to surrender...

But what would that accomplish, they would all die anyway... No, he thought... Surrender is not an option... I'll personally kill that Colonel... He'll pay... He'll pay...

Bump...

Bump.

We occasionally have sorts of uprisings in CharlotteMaria. eg. Like riots due to unemployment and strikes by trade unions.

This is nothing more than minor routine violence... Fascians have grown accustomed to it.

Bump.

SECRET: In Rhodesville... Zeljko Djindjic sits in his office... Outside, the communist army that was once 100,000 strong has been reduced to about 40,000... FWS armored units engaged them for the first time yesterday... And it really took a toll on them... Also massive air attacks by Su-25s smashed them as they tried to bring up reinforcements... The Communists overall have been reduced from an original 200,000 fighters to about 65,000. They are clearly failing in their attempt to take White Western Province.


Colonel Dimitri Arkan is leading his 1,000 strong unit, the 7th Paracommando Regiment towards Rhodesville... His son, the now Lieutenant Evgeny Arkan is leading a platoon of Paracommandos from the 4th Regiment into the outskirts of Rhodesville... His son's best friend, the now Lieutenant Bedford Jackson is also leading a platoon of Paracommandos into the outskirts of of Rhodesville.

Colonel Arkan decided that he enjoyed Zeljko’s 18 year old daughter so much that he had his aide see to it she was shipped back to Arkan's house in the southern part of White Western Province... He would keep her in the bomb shelter beneath his basement...



Arkan decided that the time was right to attack Rhodesville, even though there would only be 2 regiments of Paracommandos, 1 paratrooper division, and 1 light infantry air mobile division... About 30,000 soldiers total... But FWS Defense Force soldiers were easily better than 10 x their own number in communist rebels. Also, the FWS mechanized and armored units that had been sent north were currently crushing the rebels in the central part of White Western Province... They would be arriving in Rhodesville in a few days in the event that the Paras might get bogged down... Also there were the 2 million Teutonic Knights who were currently entering the area... About 30,000 of them would help in the attack against Rhodesville.

The forces begin to move into position for their final assault to retake Rhodesville in the northern reaches of White Western Province.

In Rhodesville... Teutonic Knights had essentially smashed all resistance in the outskirts of the city... The Rhodesville County Sheriff's Department, Rhodesville City Police, and Teutonic Knights combined their efforts (Most Sheriffs Deputies are members of the Teutonic Knights anyway) and had made it so bad for the communists that most had taken cover inside basements or in sewers... Every time a communist would pop up, a sniper would drop him almost instantly.


Colonel Dimitri Arkan was in a truck, leading the 7th Paracommando Regiment... They were about 60 minutes from Rhodesville... Dimitri wondered how he should pass the time... He had already seen to it that Zeljko's 18 year old daughter Helen was properly packaged and sent to his residence about 300 miles south from his current location, but he still had the other daughter, and the wife of Zeljko... They were with him in the back of the army truck... Both were blindfolded and still restrained by army handcuffs... There were several other Paracommandos riding in the back of the truck... They were just sitting in their seats smoking pipes and telling jokes... Dimitri was indeed bored... He went over and removed the blindfold from Marie, the 17 year old daughter of Zeljko... He dragged her back over to where had been sitting in the truck and placed her down in front of the seat... He withdrew his pistol and spoke, "Listen you little commie b----... One of two things will be going in that pretty little mouth of yours... Which one it is, is up to you... Either this (points pistol at her) or this." (drops pants)... She chose the latter.

Other Paracommandos in the truck spoke, "Hey looks like the commander has found and interesting way to keep occupied... Don't we get something to occupy ourselves Colonel?"

Arkan replied, "Just wait a while, we'll be in Rhodesville soon... It is crawling with communists... All civilians still inside are obvious communist supporters and open season has been declared on the town."

One of the Paracommandos who had just run out of pipe tobacco spoke, "Well damn... The first thing I'm doing is finding myself some more tobacky.

Another Paracommando chimed in, "I think I like the colonel's idea better. But I won't pass up free tobacky." The men all sat back and continued to laugh, tell jokes, smoke, and cough repeatedly.

The 7th Paracommando Regiment arrived at the outskirts of town... Dimitri Arkan pushed Marie Djindjic away from him, he stood up from his seat, pulled his pants up, grabbed his MP-5 and jumped out the back of the truck... The other soldiers in the truck followed suit... The troops in the Hummers also disembarked...

Dimitri thought to himself as he jumped out the truck, "What a beautiful day to kill some communists... I think I will personally lop off Zeljko’s head and present it myself to the Emperor. Then when I'm done with that... I'll have his daughter at my house and the one in the truck who I'll take home with me... Maybe I'll even make General for this... I could very well get the Rhodes Cross... At least a pay raise... Whatever happens Dimitri remember... You're going to kick some serious commie ass today... Those that live will forever fear the name of Dimitri Arkan.

Nobody is getting in on this :(


Come on people... Ask to get in...


(Shakes fist like Homer Simpson) "ASK"

I am going to resume this RP shortly... You might be surprised by the turn it takes.

The 7th Paracommando Regiment commanded by Colonel Dimitri Arkan had disembarked from their vehicles... On the drive from Wilhelmsville to Rhodesville, he had humiliated Marie Djindjic, the 17-year-old daughter of Zeljko, by forcing her to pleasure him in front of a squad of Paracommandos. Dimitri was happy, but then again he was a sociopath... So such things would make his sort happy...

He wondered what his son Lieutenant Evgeny Arkan and his son's best friend Lieutenant Bedford Jackson; both platoon leaders in the 4th Paracommando regiment were doing... The 4th regiment had already been engaging communist forces inside Rhodesville for a few hours now.

As the first troopers of the 7th Paracommando regiment began to approach the outskirts of Rhodesville they saw something that horrified them... It scared the life out of them. Though these men had raped and murdered untold thousands, what they saw caused even the most battled hardened to vomit... Dozens of 4th Paracommando troopers... Hanging from trees. 57 Paracommandos from the 4th Paracommando Regiment had been strung up... Their faces told the tale of horrible tortures and mutilations before their painful deaths.

A vulture looked on at the dead from its perch about 100 feet up in a nearby tree.

A 7th Regiment trooper took aim at the vulture and dropped infernal bird with the squeeze of the trigger. Feathers filled the air as the creature plummeted to the Earth.

Colonel Arkan: "Get them down... Immediately... I want those bodies down. NOW!!!"


Dimitri prayed that Evgeny and Bedford were not among those in the trees... After about 5 minutes of cutting down bodies, Dimitri breathed a sigh of relief as he realized neither of the two was amongst the dead.

He began to have a flashback to when his son Evgeny was only 14 years old... He remembered teaching him how to make a noose... He remembered showing him how to make sure the rope was the right length, the right type, and the amount of knots.


The shout of "Incoming" interrupted Dimitri's flashback... He was brought back into the present when a nearby Paracommando tackled him to the ground as a barrage of mortar shells began to rain down...

Paracommandos dove for cover in the ditch along the roadside, behind trees, even under the bodies of those they had just cut down from the trees... The shells impacted with such ferocity that the soldiers thought they would surely perish on this day. The enemy obviously had at least 3-dozen mortars... Pieces of the ground were kicked up into the air. The explosion propelled rocks; some men were hit by fragmentations... The cries of the wounded, and of the dying began to fill the air... The ditch along the left side of the road became a mess of pieces of bodies after 6 shells scored hits and killed 28 Paracommandos. The cries continued... The one thing Dimitri would never forget were the cries of the men, those who knew they were dying. The cries of his men... He would always blame himself for their deaths... The cries of the dying would never leave, they would play over and over again in his head...

A Paracommando tried to comfort a wounded friend. "Hang in there. Just a while longer... You'll make it... Help is on the way..." Both men knew it was a lie, but it was a good lie... The wounded man choked out a few words in between his labored breaths, "I want you to give... give this to my dad." He struggles to break open his holster; with a trembling hand he removes his pistol, an engraved 1911-A1... The Paracommando is about to speak, but then realizes that his friend is dead... The eyes stare straight forward, looking off into nothing... But they are looking directly at him. The look of his friend’s eyes will never leave him; he will carry the memory with him always... It will haunt him until his last days. He gently closes his friend’s eyes and takes the pistol; he places the pistol in his pack.

The shelling ended about 30 seconds ago but the Paracommando didn't even notice... All he was focused on was his dying friend... Now with a heavy-heart he breaks a tag off from his dead friend's neck... He stands up and joins the other Paracommandos who are readying to assault into the city...

The bombardment was short but intense... The communists had a great deal of weapons... But they had precious few stockpiles of ammunition... Fortunately for the 7th Paracommando Regiment, the communists had precious few mortar shells... A total of 41 Paracommandos were killed in the bombardment. 106 were wounded...

The remaining men will now push on with a renewed determination. This is no longer just a fight to crush communists... This is now a fight to avenge fallen comrades.

your back! :shock:
we will see the event to come. :shock:

Colonel Dimitri Arkan led the 7th Paracommando Regiment forward... He realized this regiment in particular was legendary for incurring heavy losses... The regiment was formed 4 years ago... Of the original 1,000 Paracommandos in the regiment, about 87 were still in the unit, 143 had been medically discharged; the other 770 were dead. The worst debacle of the regiment was in "Operation Containment" which took place about 8 months ago in Rhodesville... 1,000 Paracommandos went into the city; fewer than 250 would leave... Dimitri remembered the operation well... He was a lieutenant; his actions then were what earned him the promotion to the rank of colonel... Also that and the fact he had turned down 3 earlier promotion offers, he was overdue for promotion. He remembered the "walking dead", the "hunters", he remembered it all. He remembered the long job out of Rhodesville to a small town about 12 miles away.... He remembered it all... He was the best soldier he had ever met. He had never lost and he wasn't about to start... But he had been severely wounded during "Operation Containment". He remembered one thing extremely well, the faces of the people he killed... He enjoyed the memory...

Advanced units of the 7th Regiment were taking up positions to assault against the edge of the city... They were now in place and awaited only the order of their colonel.

About 910 Paracommandos were ready to assault into the city... They would storm the first buildings and from there push the communists into a narrow pocket in the center of the city... Then they would pound them with artillery fire...

The 4th Regiment was already engaged against the communists... There were a total of about
32,000 FWS soldiers (Paratroopers, Paracommandos, and airmobile Light Infantry)
8,000 FWS Police and deputies from the area.
20,000 Teutonic Knights members.


About 3,000 TKs and 2,500 Police were already scattered throughout the city and were causing great pain to the communists whenever they tried to move troops around.

The communists had about 51,000 fighters.
Zeljko knew he was likely going to die... He knew that he couldn't hold out forever... His men would eventually run out of ammunition... They were all going to die... He just hoped he could see Colonel Arkan die first.

your back! :shock:


Yup...

Bump.

OOC FWS promise us you wont be an idiot OK?

OOC FWS promise us you wont be an idiot OK?

Of course I won't be an idiot... Just I wish somebody would comment on my last few posts in here... I put lots of time and thought into this uprising... :)

If anybody wants to join in? Maybe somebody has a special ops team of a few dozen men they want to send in to help the Paracommandos and other FWS forces.

OOC last time I sent troups in to help you they almost got killed

If anybody wants to join in? Maybe somebody has a special ops team of a few dozen men they want to send in to help the Paracommandos and other FWS forces.

I'm interested, but since your nation's policies are dubious (at best), to keep IC for my nation, I'd almost be forced to help the insurgents. Hmmmm...

OOC: Tell you what, I'll temporarily UnIGNORE you and give you another chance. Give me like ten minutes to read your posts. Then I'll send in some Special Ops.

OOC last time I sent troups in to help you they almost got killed


How did they almost get killed? Please refresh my memory... Was it an outside war started while you were in my nation? Well FWS is an island now... And our policies of isolationism will hopefully keep us out of foreign problems... We just ask that you send 20-30 special ops to make this RP better :)

IC: We are teleporting a group of Special Ops soldiers twenty meters north of your 7th Paracommando Regiment. Please alert them to our forces.

IC: We are teleporting a group of Special Ops soldiers twenty meters north of your 7th Paracommando Regiment. Please alert them to our forces.

The 7th Paracommando Regiment is scattered all throughout the edges of Rhodesville...



Colonel Dimitri Arkan spoke the orders, "attack" into his comm. Instantly most of the entire 7th regiment jumped up from behind trees, in ditches, etc... They surged forward to attack the edges of the city. A few machine gun and sniper teams stayed behind to provide cover fire... Their aim was deadly accurate. 4 Paracommando Scout/Sniper teams accounted for 93 communists who were attempting to fire on the advancing Paracommandos. A 50 caliber heavy machine gun mowed down two platoons of communists who were trying to make a counter-attack against the eight buildings the Paracommandos had seized... How had they seized them... They used standard building assault techniques... They figured the doors were wired so they blew wholes in the wall... Several teams managed to scale the wall and get to the roof... The assault teams stormed in via the wholes and the roofs... The stunned communists who were only thinking of keeping low to avoid FWS sniper fire were totally unprepared... 412 communists were killed, the Paracommandos suffered 9 men killed and 34 wounded. Also an intense bombardment from 10 155mm Howitzers helped to soften up the buildings defenders...

The communists were clearly outmatched... They were an unorganized and poorly trained rabble... Compared to the elite Paracommandos they were just peasants with small arms...


The Paracommandos had achieved their first objective... Gain a foothold in the city, they wanted to wait for night to come before they moved out... They had night vision goggles... The enemy did not... The Paracommandos ruled the night.

The men now settled down to consolidate their positions and await for supplies to be brought up...

They would move out again in about three hours. They would pass the time by playing a few games of cards, smoking their pipes...

Also there were the prisoners... The captured male communists would be used in pistol marksmanship contests.. The captured female communists would be defiled dozens of times before the day was out.

OOC: Sorry.
IC: We have just found out that they were accidently beamed into a villiage some miles behind the largest concentration of 7th Paracommando Regiment. We are now beaming them as close to the largest concentration of the 7th Paracommando Regiment as possible. Please inform your troops of ours.

OOC: Sorry.
IC: We have just found out that they were accidently beamed into a villiage some miles behind the largest concentration of 7th Paracommando Regiment. We are now beaming them as close to the largest concentration of the 7th Paracommando Regiment as possible. Please inform your troops of ours.

Enter the "Rhodes Motor Corporation Inc" factory. It is the largest industrial building in Rhodesville and cannot be missed..

Dimitri Arkan and 120 of his Paracommandos are there... If you hurry you can get in on the shooting contests before all the targets are dead.

Colonel Lewis: Come on men, HQ says we're to meet up at some factory, and something about a shooting contest.
Sergeant Simth: Won't be no contest Colonel, not when we get there.
Several differant men: Yeah. Fuckin A, Sarge! Nothing but bullseyes!
Colonel Lewis: Shut up! We're in a war zone you shit heads! Keep it quiet! Now move out.

Twenty minutes later the encounter a Fascian guard.

OOC: Oh, he's back!

What happened to Earth 20-something?

Lol, nice to see you again.

Colonel Dimitri Arkan was taking aim at captured male terrorists, they were tied to poles a nice distance away... He wanted to win the contest... He took his time, and eased the trigger... Head shot at 100 yards with his 1911... He hit the commie right between the eyes, he took aim at the next target, fired, took aim at the next target, fired... 3 Shots and 3 kills... He still had it... He still had it... He was the best shot in the entire regiment when it came to the Fn-Fal, the MP-5, or the 1911...

The automobile factory they were in was quite large.... Dimitri and the company he was personally leading had taken up positions in the Rhodesville "Rhodes Motor Corporation Inc" factory... The factory provided no less than 2,300 jobs... It was a massive factory... He had the men spread out to defend the key points... He would need more to hold it if a serious counter-attack was ever launched by the communists...

But his men on the perimeter were good... They wouldn't allow any ambushes... He had won the shooting contest so he would get first choice of the captured female communists...

He saw one that would do just fine...
A young redhead about 19 was sitting in a group with other prisoners... A guard with an Fn-Fal kept a watchful over the bunsh. Dimitri guessed she was one of those who had been corrupted by outside agitators... There had been problems in FWS with outside media attempting to corrupt Fascians... But he wasn't going to waste time trying to deprogram people... He was just going to let her know that firing an RPG at a Paracommando hummer was something that wouldn't be taken lightly...

He yanked her up violently and started to drag her behind some machinery... She fought back and landed a pathethic blow to his jaw... It didn't even faze him. He just backhanded her, grabbed both her hands and laughed...

Arkan: "Feisty one aren't we. Well I think we can cure you of that."

Woman: "Bast---" (spat in his face)

Arkan: (calls to nearby a nearby paracommando) "Handcuff this communist b---- to that table."

Woman: "You're all going to die... They'll kill you. You fascist pig."

Arkan: "If you don't shut up... See that machine over that that is part of the assembly line over there... I'll strap you down and send you through it.."

The woman realizing she'd prefer not to die in such a horribly unspeakable manner obeys and keeps quiet.

Arkan: "Now see... You're learning already." (The Paracommando handcuffs her to the table).

Arkan: "Now you have to be taught that RPGs are not toys... And that Paracommando hummers are not targets."

With those words he bends her over the table and spends the next 20 minutes raping her... Then he calls over other Paracommandos to take their turns. Most of them don't object... Only a few do, they are told to just go back to their card games and pipes.

About 40 minutes later, Celdronian forces arrive and Dimitri Arkan, who is in the process of raping a different female communist , turns his head and greets the Celdronian officer, "As you can see I am a little busy right now... Perhaps if you wait 10 minutes... Then you can take a turn if you want."


Edited: Just fixed a few typos and changed the shooting distance to 100 yards...

OOC: Oh, he's back!

What happened to Earth 20-something?

Lol, nice to see you again.

Earth 2025 is still going on... I'll never stop Earth 2025... Sweet game.... But I realized this too was a fun game... A game I didn't wish to stop playing... I'd prefer something of a combination of Earth 2025 + NS.

Colonel Lewis was disgusted as soon as he walked in to the factory. Dead civilians, women being raped, if could have called in n air strike he would have. "We will be out side," to those that don't know him his voice sounds normal, to those who do they can tell he is burning with rage.
"Colonel, please tell me we aren't going to help those fucking anaimals in there," Smith as even more disturbed then the Colonel, as he had four sisters, and two daughters himself.
"Those are our orders, Seargent. And we carry out our orders."
"Yes, sir," with that angry comment Smith retreated away and began to clean his weapons. Fifteen minutes later the rapist came out, still tightening his belt.

Colonel Lewis was disgusted as soon as he walked in to the factory. Dead civilians, women being raped, if could have called in n air strike he would have. "We will be out side," to those that don't know him his voice sounds normal, to those who do they can tell he is burning with rage.
"Colonel, please tell me we aren't going to help those f--- anaimals in there," Smith as even more disturbed then the Colonel, as he had four sisters, and two daughters himself.
"Those are our orders, Seargent. And we carry out our orders."
"Yes, sir," with that angry comment Smith retreated away and began to clean his weapons. Fifteen minutes later the rapist came out, still tightening his belt.

They weren't civilians... The woman was caught trying to fire an RPG at a Hummer... Luckily it didn't fire...

Also, Paracommandos aren't leaving the buildings yet... Night has not yet fallen... They will wait a while longer... Then move out... Colonel Dimitri Arkan has a personal goal... He will personally cut off the head of the communist leader, Zeljko Djindjic and then personally deliver it to FWS leader Hendrik Rhodes... By doing so he hopes he will get promoted to general.

OOC: My soldiers don't know they weren't civilians and it if they did know they were enemy troops they still would be pissed. In Celdrone rapists and the like are castrated and for offen then not, executed.

Colonel Lewis was disgusted as soon as he walked in to the factory. Dead civilians, women being raped, if could have called in n air strike he would have. "We will be out side," to those that don't know him his voice sounds normal, to those who do they can tell he is burning with rage.
"Colonel, please tell me we aren't going to help those f--- anaimals in there," Smith as even more disturbed then the Colonel, as he had four sisters, and two daughters himself.
"Those are our orders, Seargent. And we carry out our orders."
"Yes, sir," with that angry comment Smith retreated away and began to clean his weapons. Fifteen minutes later the rapist came out, still tightening his belt.

A Paracommando walks outside, he is a young 2nd lieutenant.

He addresses the Celdronian commander, "Greetings Sir. Hail Rhodes. (Salutes with left arm)... My Commander, Colonel Dimitri Arkan got the impression that you are somewhat... How shall I put this... Upsest over our methods of dealing with terrorists... Would you like to come back inside and talk with my colonel about this? He says we can use all the help we can get... There are still an estimated 49,000 armed communist fighters in this city. Most of the true civilians left days ago... There were never more than 37,000 civilians here... About 7,000 of them remained... They are the hardcore communists who will murder any who disagree with them. They killed the mayor of this city, they publicly raped his 17 year old daughter... The mayor was a good personal friend of my colonel."

OOC: My soldiers don't know they weren't civilians and it if they did know they were enemy troops they still would be pissed. In Celdrone rapists and the like are castrated and for offen then not, executed.


Yes... We publicly hang rapists... But when our soldiers are crushing internal opposition to the regime (opposition that is almost always communist in origin), the laws basically get thrown out the window.

"Niether me or my men will enter that factory again, unless ordered to by someone in our chain of command. And I don't care if they raped his mother or daugther or wife, let alone his friend's daughter. He wants to talk send him out."

"Niether me or my men will enter that factory again, unless ordered to by someone in our chain of command. And I don't care if they raped his mother or daugther or wife, let alone his friend's daughter. He wants to talk send him out."


Colonel Dimitri Arkan exits the factory... Flanked by 8 Paracommandos... The men form a line behind him... He walks about 40 feet towards the Celdronian officer...

Arkan: "I am sorry if you find our methods distasteful... But this is a dirty war we've been fighting... Just a few hours ago we found about 50 paracommandos from 4th regiment... They were hanging from trees just outside of town... They had been badly tortured before they died... They were cut, burned... This is why we must send the communists a message... Rebellion will not be tolerated.. We will not tolerate 1% of the nation attempting to rise against the other 99%... This is why we fight... Anyway... Let me get to the point... We really need your help... Our reinforcements haven't gotten here yet... We were counting on about 18,000 Paratroopers jumping in about 1km south of our current position... We have about 5,000 Police and Teutonic Knights scattered throughout the city... Somewhere out there should be the 4th Paracommando Regiment... But we haven't heard a thing from them... No radio contact... My son Evgeny and his best friend Bedford Jackson are both platoon commanders in the 4th regiment... I need to get to where they should be... They might be in trouble... I only have about 850 able bodied men, counting the walking wounded... The wounded along with a few hundred men will hold the buildings we've taken... I will lead the attack into the western district of the city to link up with 4th regiment... I need you to help me. There are still probably 40,000 armed communists running around out there... We need all the help we can get. Will you help us?"

"We'll help. What do you want us to do?"

"We'll help. What do you want us to do?"


Attack into the western district of the city... There are scattered throughout the city friendly forces (3,000 Police and 2,400 Teutonic Knights)... They may be of major help... We need you to take and hold the western bridge and the hospital that overlooks the bridge... The hospital is on the city side of the bridge... The bridge goes over a small river and the far side of the bridge is the way out of town... By taking the western bridge, the reinforcements will be guaranteed easy entrance into Rhodesville... The bridge and the hospital are likely to be defended by only 5,000 communists at the most.

500 Paracommandos will join the attack and will be tasked with taking the hospital... 200 Paracommandos will be tasked with securing the lines of communication that will be stretched nearly 18 city blocks (the hospital is 18 blocks away)... They obviously cannot hold everything... Just crucial junctions and intersections.

Most Teutonic Knights are concentrated between the hospital and the factory... They will prove very useful in helping... Most police are in the heavily fortified police station (All police stations are built to withstand sieges because it is assumed they may very well have to)... Also the police are concentrated around City Hall, the power plant, the central bank, the dispatch center, the reserve armory, and the three fire stations. There are dozens of gun stores in the city... Also guns and basically any shoulder fired weapon can be found in the homes of common citizens as weapons laws are non-existent in FWS. We boast about a privately owned gun to person ratio of about 5:1... I know... I know... We are working on that ratio... Our goal for the near future is 7:1... Then 9:1... 10:1... Then who knows..

"You want the thirty of us to take out 5,000 commies? Are you out of your fucking gourd? I'd need more men, or a couple of airstrikes."

"You want the thirty of us to take out 5,000 commies? Are you out of your f--- gourd? I'd need more men, or a couple of airstrikes."


500 Paracommandos will be involved in the force going against the hospital and bridge... Also we can rally Teutonic Knights to help us as we find them... Also the 4th Paracommando regiment is somewhere out there (hopefully)... Also there are 3,000 police in the area... Most are bogged down in government buildings though...

OOC: This will have to wait till tomorrow.

OOC: This will have to wait till tomorrow.


Okay.

OOC: Celdrone's an okay rper from what I've seen.

OOC: Celdrone's an okay rper from what I've seen.

Yup. :)

Because this is the new FWS... All deceased key personnel from the old FWS are now alive... So I can have them bumped off again :)


Outside a weapon's store in Rhodes City is Wilhelm Rhodes (22) oldest son of Emperor Hendrik Rhodes and the heir to the throne... He is in the store looking at the weaponry. He decides to purchase a new 120mm mortar, 3 Fn-Fal rifles (company is coming this weekend and he wants to have more guns incase they forget theirs)... He also purchases 500 lbs of various calibers of ammunition.. His friend has an odd french rifle in 7.5x54 mm... He buys about 500 rounds for that caliber.

He pays for the items, which he gets the 20% Teutonic Knights discount for, also he gets the 30% Royal Family discount.

He leaves the store without the slightest idea of what happened while he was inside for about 30 minutes...

The sun is beginning to set... After the owner and a clerk help him load the weapons and ammunition into his BMW. They thank him for the purchases and then return to their shop.

Wilhelm decides he will drive to the Central HQ of Secret Police... He wants to see if there is any new information on the communist insurgency in Rhodesville, White Western Province...

He gets into his car, not knowing that communist guerillas had been following him... He puts his key in the ignition... He turns the key to start the engine... Immediately as he turns the key, the car explodes in a massive fireball...

Communists had wired the car to explode...

OOC: This will have to wait till tomorrow.


Okay... It is tomorrow...

700 FWS Paracommandos are ready to launch an attack 18 blocks north-west of their current position...

Are you ready?

Emperor Thomas, is at this moment, sending 25 Chinock transport helicopters to transport 2,000 of his highly trained troops to give some help fo FWS. They will be landing one block south of the hospital on a school football field. From there they will be attacking the bridge in an attempt to retake it.

Emperor Thomas, is at this moment, sending 25 Chinock transport helicopters to transport 2,000 of his highly trained troops to give some help fo FWS. They will be landing one block south of the hospital on a school football field. From there they will be attacking the bridge in an attempt to retake it.


Okay sounds good... We need to link up with the 4th Paracommando Regiment... They have been out of radio contact for over 36 hours.

We will start the take.


Colonel Dimitri Arkan and 700 Paracommandos of the 7th Paracommando left their positions in the buildings and factory they had seized and disappeared into the night. Paracommandos ruled the night... It was now about 9:04 p.m.. The sun had recently gone down... Night had fallen and now the enemy would die.

They all advanced one block west without any trouble... But a Paracommando tripped over a piece of metal debris... The sound of metal clanging across the pavement startled a communist.

The communist fired an illumination flare... The flare floated down and as it did the first few platoons of Paracommandos were in illuminated.

Then from every rooftop and every alley the night was interrupted by dozens of RPGs, light machine guns, rifle fire, the Paracommandos dove for cover and returned fire... The communists fire was uncoordinated and inaccurate... The Paracommandos were deadly accurate and coordinated with great precision. After about 10 minutes of fighting the communists had broken off and faded into the night...

The Paracommandos counted 7 dead and 12 wounded. They counted at least 84 communist dead and over 100 wounded.


The 7th Regiment pressed onward. They had to find the 4th Regiment. They also had to seize and hold the bridge and the hospital so the 1st Paratrooper Infantry Division could get into the city quickly and easily.

As the 7th Paracommando Regiment moved west they encountered only sporadic and isolated opposition from the communists... They wondered what had happened, there should be at least 2,500 communists in between them and their objective, and probably another 5,000 at the objective. The only large group they had yet to encounter had been 2 blocks ago when the flare was fired into the air.

As they arrived at a four-way intersection they prepared to cross... 2 Platoons would provide cover while men rushed across the road...

As they were readying to cross a Paracommando called out, "Oh My God... Colonel look at those traffic lights."

Hanging from the traffic light poles were 5 Paracommandos from 4th Regiment... Each pole had 5 Paracommandos hanging, a total of 20 bodies.

Colonel Arkan barked his order, "Get them down from there this instant."

The hanged Paracommandos were cut down; they appeared to have been dead for almost 24 hours. Neither Evgeny Arkan nor Bedford Jackson was among those found hanging. Colonel Arkan breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the unit to press onward.

The following occurred shortly after the assassination of Wilhelm Rhodes...


Vladimir Chernenko, the leading communist member in the FWS Parliament (There are about 40 communists in Parliament out of 400 Parliament seats. Fascist National Party members hold the remaining 360 seats).


Vladimir had parked his car in the lot near his Rhodes City residence, the one he used when Parliament was in session. The cool evening breeze swept through the streets... He sensed something was odd. He quickened his pace, he wanted to get inside as quickly as possible.

A black Lexus slowly moves forward... Chernenko is almost to his front door. He hears something; he turns and sees a Lexus... Two masked men lean out the front and rear passenger windows with MP-5s... Before Chernenko can react the men empty their weapons at him, he is hit over 32 times... The car speeds away. Chernenko collapses on the ground, his body riddled with dozens of bullets.

Police arrive 6 hours later to remove the body and search for evidence.

The only real clue they find is a small piece of paper that says "For Wilhelm" written on it.

Damn FWS you leaders need so start walking arong in sute of armor is this keaps up

Damn FWS you leaders need so start walking arong in sute of armor is this keaps up

He isn't an FWS leader... He is a communist who somehow managed to convince enough people in a voting district to vote for him... The communists only hold 40 seats in Parliament... Correction, I mean 39... One seat just became vacant :)

but still in FWS it looks like every 5 mins a poalation is geting pumped full of lead

SECRET: In Rhodes City, Leonid Feodorovich (47), the second most important Communist Member of Parliament was at home, in his study, going over Parliament work... Suddenly a loud crash echoed throughout the house... Somebody had smashed the front door in.

8 Masked gunmen stormed into the house and started shooting into the ceiling. They ordered everybody down on the floor... Leonid (47), his wife (39), his son (18 ), his daughters (17) and (20) all complied and got down on the floor.

Neighbors heard the shots... But none of them really cared what was going on because they knew Leonid was a communist...


Meanwhile in Rhodes Central Park in Rhodes City, a "homeless" man is resting on a bench. He knows that Ivan Kerensky, a major communist player in parliament jogs through the park every night at this time. As Kerensky approaches, he readies... Kerensky feeling generous decides to give the homeless man some money. As he slows down from his jog to walk over to the man, the homeless man sits up and fires 4 rounds from his .32 pistol... The "homeless" man gets up and walks away.



Meanwhile back in Feodorovich's residence, the masked men took turns beating him and his son with clubs... They also took turns raping the wife and daughters in plain sight of Leonid. After each of the masked men had his turn beating Leonid and his son with a club, and raping each woman, they ordered them all into the basement. They complied, after they were all in the basement, two of the masked men ordered them to turn around and face a wall. As soon as they did that the men leveled their MP-5s and opened fire...

Over 200 rounds were fired at the Feodorovichs.

One of the masked men pulled out an engraved custom Walther PPK .380 pistol and proceeded to kick each person... Leonid twitched slightly and was promptly shot in the head with the pistol.

The 8 men ran outside the house and got into a Black Lexus and a Black Mercedes... They sped away... Police would arrive about 4 hours later and described the scene as a complete bloodbath.

A special detective was called to the scene to give his opinion of the crime. He arrived in a black Lexus and stepped out... "Who is the officer in charge here?”

A Police lieutenant replied, "I am."

Detective: "Well I'm in charge now... What do you got."

Lieutenant: "5 dead bodies. 2 male, 3 female. Females appear to have been raped repeatedly before death."

Detective: "Okay. Lets go look."

The Lieutenant and another officer escort the detective to the basement.

A police photographer is taking crime scene photos...

Lieutenant: "Who do you suppose done this."

Detective: "No idea yet... I'll have to search for evidence."

The detective leans forward and his concealed gun is exposed. The lieutenant comments.

Lieutenant: "Hey a Walther PPK... Nice gun, can I see it?"

Detective: "Sure" (upholsters and hands him the gun)

Lieutenant: "Nice... You even got your initials engraved on it. Must have been expensive."

Detective: "It was a little extra... But I think it was worth it."

Lieutenant: "Say... You want to go get something to eat... My lunch break starts in about 10 minutes... These bodies aren't going anywhere."

Detective: "Sounds good to me."

Meanwhile in Rhodesville... The 7th Paracommando Regiment has made a total of 14 blocks of progress towards the hospital... The hospital is only 4 more blocks away.

Colonel Dimitri Arkan was worried he might not find his son Evgeny, and his friend Bedford Jackson alive... The 7th Paracommando Regiment had already counted 700 bodies of 4th Paracommando Regimen hanging from posts, trees, etc... They even found the Colonel of the 4th Paracommando Regiment. They also found 7 captains and 25 lieutenants hanging... That would mean that of all the officers in the 4th Regiment, there was likely 1 captain and perhaps 8 lieutenants left. Dimitri prayed that Evgeny and Bedford were 2 of those 8 lieutenants.


Dimitri's own regiment had been reduced to the 200 Paracommandos holding the original buildings including the Rhodes Motor Corporation building, and the 500 Paracommandos who were with him... He had lost about 200 Paracommandos 6 blocks back when a counter-attack force of about 3,000 communists poured through an intersection.... The battle was intense and lasted 4 hours... Finally several batteries of FWS 155mm Howitzers and 9 Su-25s provided the needed support to crush the communists... Only about 100 communists were left alive from the original attacking force of 3,000. Those 100 faded away into the darkness.


Dimitri realized there are still probably about 35,000 communist fighters left scattered throughout the city... He would be in serious trouble if the estimated 5,000 communists guarded the hospital and bridge...

As he moved forward he heard a yell, it was a Teutonic Knight challenge... He yelled the password... The Teutonic Knight moved forward and spoke to Dimitri.

TK: Colonel... What are you doing here? Is this an effort to retake the city?

Arkan: "Yes."

TK: "Where are the rest of your men."

Arkan: "Dead, dying, or back in the Rhodes Motor Corporation building. There are 500 of us here. How many do you have? I need all you and your men to help us take the Western District Hospital and the Western Bridge. We need to link up with the 4th Paracommando Regiment"

TK: He spoke into the radio "Boys... Get ready to move out." As he spoke about 800 Teutonic Knights revealed themselves from their various hidden positions... Two men were inside a dumpster, several were on fire escapes, dozens in sewers, men were scattered all about the city block.

TK: "Fall in men. We're going to help some Paracommandos."

TK: (To Arkan) "You said the 4th Paracommando Regiment... Yeah most of them died hours ago... But I saw a captain a few lieutenants and about 250 troopers come through this way about 3 hours ago... Said they planned to hold up about 2 blocks west of here.. It is on the way to the hospital."

Arkan: "Did you see two officers named Bedford Jackson and Evgeny Arkan."

TK: "It was too dark to read names... Sorry. But there has been gunfire on and off from where they said they'd be.... I think they're still alive and kicking. If we hurry we can get to them before the commies mount another attack."

The 800 Teutonic Knights formed their squads and readied to join Colonel Arkan's 7th Paracommando Regiment and its efforts to take the bridge.

In Rhodes City, Yuri Efimovich, another communist member of parliament...


Efimovich was keeping his regular schedule. Each day from 6 P.M. to about 9 P.M. he was in the same bar, drinking the same drinks. He always exited out the door to the alley, urinated behind a dumpster, then he walked the 2 miles home.

Two masked men were waiting in the alley... They checked their watches, 8:59 P.M...

They got ready... About 40 seconds later, as the door from the bar to the alley swung open, one of the masked men swung an axe... The axe was embedded in the head of Efimovich and he collapsed to the ground... Pieces of skull, tissue, and brain fell from his head and littered the ground near the bar exit.

The two men ran off into the night.



On a rural road in Central Province... Alexis Marx Elliot, a communist member of parliament who had a Russian father and an English mother was making his way home to his residence in the western part of central Province... His parliament work was done for the weekend... So he would go home. He is driving a red corvette and going well over 130.


A deputy in a squad car pulled onto the road from behind a clump of trees… Directly behind him... Suddenly the lights and siren came on.

Alexis slowed down and pulled his Corvette off to the side of the road.

The deputy got out of his car and walked up to the Corvette.

Alexis: “Hello.”

Deputy: “Boy you in a heap of trouble.” (Spits tobacco juice on the ground)

Deputy: "Get out."

Alexis: "What have I done?"

Deputy: "We don't take to kindly to speeding in these parts. Get out!"

Alexis: "But there is no speed limit on this road."

Deputy: “Oh so big city boy doesn’t have to obey our county laws… We’re all just stupid rednecks out here… Is that it? Huh boy… Is that what you think?”

Alexis: “No… I don’t think that… But I’ve done nothing… Maybe you work things different out here and didn’t realize the national laws about speed limits on rural roads.”

Deputy: "Oh so now the deputy don’t know the laws he’s tasked with enforcing…You’re a damn funny wise guy eh. Think you don’t have to obey our laws. Well I’ll show you boy… You’ll wish you never came down my highway" (Opens the door and yanks him out).

Alexis: "What the hell... I have done nothing."

Deputy: “You’re in a heap of trouble boy” (Shoves Alexis against the car and handcuffs his hands behind his back and starts to drag him to the squad car).

Alexis: “But I’ve done nothing.”

Deputy: “You think so eh? Well how does communist agitating sound? Eh boy. You think you ought to be able to poison people’s mind with your communist bulls---“ (smacks him with a club).

Deputy walks Alexis to his car and puts him in the back seat.

Alexis: “What about my car!!”

Deputy: “That should be the lest of your worries boy.”

TK: “I’ll take care of his car.” The masked man in the passenger seat of the squad car gets out and goes to the Corvette he gets into the driver’s seat.


He drives off into the night; the Corvette follows behind him... Down winding rural roads... He finally comes to an isolated farm... 12 robed Teutonic Knights are standing around talking.

Deputy: "I got something for you." (Opens the door and drags the communist out… His kicking and screaming is silenced by a swift hit from a club)

TK 1: "Good... Hey you all look what the deputy brought us."

TK 2: “I’ll start making the noose.”


Alexis Marx Elliot's body would be found the next morning, hanging from a traffic light pole in the center of Wilhelm City, (2nd largest city in FWS and the provincial capital of Central Province)... He had been shot over 300 times, mostly after he was dead.

International news reports: The Hendrik County Sheriff's Department in Central Province has ruled the cause of death of Alexis Marx Elliot, a man who was a communist member of parliament, as suicide.

The sheriff spoke on the matter...

Sheriff: "Well my deputies was out all over the whole highway last night. There wasn't no way that nothing was getting by them. I think that the communist staged his own death to gain sympathy for his cause. I think he had friends shoot him to death and then they hanged him in Wilhelm City... I don't see what else could have happened. Like I told you, my deputies was all over that road last night. Wasn't no way anybody was going to get murdered on that road last night, my deputies was watching that road closer than a momma bear watching her cubs. I think this is all just a big scam. That boy had a history of attempted suicides and emotional troubles. He tried to kill himself 4 different times. I think he was just plain messed in the head. Besides anyway the coroner already ruled it suicide.”

Reporter: “A lot of people say that disappearance and murder of communists are common on that stretch of road. How would you respond to that.”

Sheriff: “I wouldn’t… I don’t respond to bullsh—lies”

Reporter: “Do you think this will be the last murder on that stretch of road?”

Sheriff: “Well first... It was suicide not murder... And about murder... I think as long as the agitators keep looking for trouble… I think they’ll keep finding it.”

Reporter: “Are you saying that the killing of the communist was in the opinion of this office, justifiable?”

Sheriff: “I don’t recall saying nothing along them lines. I just said that the boy was probably looking for trouble… Why the hell was he even in our county… This ain’t his county… Why didn’t just stay out of a place where he ain’t welcomed… Come to think of it, there ain’t no county in this country that would wants commie trash like him… Except maybe in Rhodesville in northern White Western Province… They can’t get their fill of commie trash… That boy would’ve fit in fine there… But he just had to come through our county… He just had to stir up trouble… I still think he either killed himself or he picked a fight with the wrong folks. Whichever it is don’t really matter cause the case is closed..”

Reporter: “Thank you for your time Sheriff.”

Sheriff: “Oh my pleasure… Anytime you got a question to ask, bout law enforcing or anything of the sort… Don’t you hesitate to call me up and ask.”




The camera crew left the sheriff's station... When the sheriff was sure they were gone he walked over to the deputy who was on the highway last night.

Sheriff: "Was it you that killed that ni---- loving communist."

Deputy: "No. I didn't technically kill him."

Sheriff: "Well you turned him over to the boys that did him in... Right?"

Deputy: "Yes sir."

Sheriff: "Damn fine job... Damn fine job. Here" (hands him 1,000 dollars)

Deputy: "What is that for."

Sheriff: "Government issued a secret declaration, anybody who kills or helps to kill a communist parliament member gets 1,000 dollar bonus."

Deputy: "Thanks."

Sheriff: "Don't thank me... It was you turned that ni---- loving commie over to your friends."

Deputy: "They're your friends too."

Sheriff: "Yeah. I know... By the way, we got a meeting going tonight... I expect you to be there. They probably want to congratulate you."

Deputy: "I'm working tonight."

Sheriff: "Nah... I'll get somebody to cover for you. Don't forget... It don't really matter... What could happen... They report you to the boss."

Deputy: "You're the boss."

Sheriff: "Exactly."

Both men have a good laugh and then get ready to go to the TK meeting...

A man in an expensive suit walks into the sheriff’s station. He speaks to the sheriff.

Man: “Your unit did a fine job with the communist… Here, to cover expenses associated with disposing of evidence.” (He hands him a manila envelope containing USD 25,000 cash)

Sheriff: (Opens the envelope and looks inside) “Thank you… But who are you?”

Man: “Oh… Just a friend… From a unit in Rhodes City.”

The man walks outside and gets into his black Lexus for the six-hour drive back to Rhodes City.

Colonel Dimitri Arkan and the 500 Paracommandos from the 7th Regiment and 800 Teutonic Knights still with him decided to fight their way out of the city... There were 30,000 communists swarming all around them... Suddenly he saw Paracommandos from the 4th Regiment, at least 250 of them... They were coming down the street towards the intersection his unit was at...

He got on the radio to the forces of the 7th regiment in the Rhodes Motor Corporation, "We're pulling out... Get back to your trucks now... Get ready to go as soon as we get back there...MOVE!!!!"


Colonel Dimitri Arkan and his men ran... They ran for their lives... 2,000 police and 1,000 more Teutonic Knights joined them... They were engaged in a fighting retreat... After what seemed like hours, but was only about 20 minutes, they made it to the trucks... The 4th Paracommando Regiment survivors were right behind them... Dimitri was glad to see Bedford Jackson and Evgeny Arkan were among te survivors...

The monsoons in White Western Province had prevent the C-130s from droping the 18,000 Paratroopers of the 1st Paratrooper Infantry Division... The operation to reclaim Rhodesville had to be scrapped... Rhodesville about 3 miles in from the coast and only had 37,000 people in it... Well it now had 17,000 people in it as 20,000 were fascists and had either fled to other towns or been killed...


Meanwhile, at "Constantinople" in Central Province... They president and General Kruger are in the middle of peace talks about Rotovia and Esam; an aide walks in ... "Sirs... There is a matter of the utmost urgency you must attend to it now."

The two men excuse themselves from the conference and head into the bunker under the mansion... Hendrik Rhodes realizes after he hears the news that the 1st Paratrooper division couldn't make the drops that Rhodesville is lost...


Back at the outskirts of Rhodesville... The communists stopped chasing the Paracommandos about 2 blocks away... The communists were worried of a possible ambush from the Rhodes Motor Corporation building...

Colonel Dimitri Arkan got into the back of the truck that he came to Rhodesville in, the one with Marie Djindjic, the lovely 17-year-old daughter of Zeljko in it. He wanted to have something to occupy his time on the ride back… She still had her hands held behind her back by military handcuffs, just as Dimitri had left her…

Given the fact that the monsoons had returned, it would likely take over 18 hours to get back to the base that was only about 200 miles away. Dimitri pondered how to pass the time... But he already knew how he would be passing the time...


The trucks began to move out… They would get about 3 miles down the road before trouble would force the truck with Colonel Arkan to stop… But not for long.

Colonel Dimitri Arkan was in the back of a truck moving away from Rhodesville as fast as it could… He decided that he would get an early start on passing the time… He moved over towards Marie and started to pull down her pants…

A young corporal jumped up and pushed Dimitri down…

All the other Paracommandos in the truck held their breath, one of them opened his jaw so wide that his pipe fell out… Another nearly choked on the tobacco juices in his mouth… The soldier that struck their colonel was a 4th Paracommando Regiment trooper, and he had no idea what he had just done…

Dimitri: “What the hell… You dare strike an officer.”

Corporal: “You’re not an officer, you’re a pig.”

Dimitri: “Oh… And the communists like this b---- here, the sort that fired RPGs at your comrades in the 4th… The sort that tortured and hanged over 700 of the 4th regiment… I suppose you like them.”

Corporal: “They’re still people. You can’t do that to them.”

Dimitri: “They’re not people… They’re communists… They’re worse than animals.”

Corporal: “What about their rights.”

Dimitri: “They have no rights.”

Dimitri yells to the driver. “STOP THIS TRUCK.”

About 3 miles away from the city on a road that runs through the forest, the truck grinds to a halt.

Dimitri: to the corporal “I don’t take well to commie lovers telling me what to do.”

Dimitri shoves the man out of the truck and then jumps down… He tries to land his boot directly on the man, but the corporal rolls out of the way..

The other Paracommandos pile out of the truck to witness their Colonel kill a commie lover.

The corporal unsheathes a knife… Dimitri follow suit… The two men size each other up… The Corporal lunges first… A blow from Dimitri quickly knocks him back… Dimitri swipes his knife at the Corporal; the corporal barely manages to jump back in time to avoid the swipe… The corporal responds with an attempt to roundhouse Dimitri… Dimitri catches his leg in midair and he is flipped over onto the ground… Dimitri lunges at him, but the corporal uses both legs to knock Dimitri and cause him to fall. The corporal jumps to his feet, Dimitri is already back on his feet… Dimitri suddenly remembers that he has been trained in knife throwing… He also realizes he is growing tired of fighting this commie loving scum… He deftly throws the knife and it slices through the air… It lands itself square in the chest of the corporal… The corporal falls over sideways and trembles… Dimitri walks over, stoops down and takes the knife out. As he slides the knife out the corporal trembles and shakes… He plunges the knife back into the corporal, takes it out, and plunges it back in again. He stabs the corporal at least 5 dozen times before he finally wipes the blood from the knife and puts it back in his sheath.

The Paracommandos cheer “Dimitri!! Dimitri!!”

Dimitri jokingly, “Does anybody else want to object to my methods.”

Paracommandos in a laughing manner, “No sir!”

Dimitri spits on the corpse of the corporal, “Rotten commie lover.”


He along with the troopers gets back into the truck.

The truck begins to move and kicks up some dirt and dust that settle on the dead corporal… His blood still continues to flow from his many wounds… The side of the road is covered in his blood.

Dimitri: “Now where was I? Ah yes…”

He pulls Marie Djindjic over in front of him…

Dimitri: “You will do what I tell you from now on or you will regret it… Do you understand? As he says this she spits in his face. He slaps her and says “That will cost you, you little communist b----“ He pulls his pants down and says to her, “Suck it.”
She spits in his face again… Dimitri is red with rage because he does not want to be embarrassed in front of his men… His men always follow his orders, if his newly acquired property won’t follow his orders, what will he look like…

Dimitri: “Very well then… Have it your way…”

She starts to smile thinking he has given up, but then Dimitri pushes her over a crate of supplies, pulls down her pants and anally rapes her for about 20 minutes… When he finishes he says, “Each time you disobey me… That is what you’ll get.” “Now… Do what I said to do before”… She spits in his face again… He almost goes into a crazy violent fury now… One of the troopers in the back with Dimitri says, “Colonel, you’re not going to let that communist whore disrespect you, are you?” Dimitri replied, “No… I guess she just doesn’t learn very easy. But there is plenty of time to teach her.” Dimitri bends her back over the weapons crate and starts to rape her again… Before they reach the base, she will have been over the crate no less than 3 dozen times… By the time she reaches the base she will be doing exactly what Dimitri says, exactly when he says it…

Dimitri starts to think about the corporal he killed about 30 minutes ago, and he stops raping Marie and starts to laugh… The other soldiers turn to look why he is laughing… He realizes they are watching him and so he stops laughing and goes back to raping the girl.

Dimitri is upset that he was unable to kill the communist leader, but having his daughter to rape whenever he wanted… That was almost as satisfying to Dimitri as it would have been for him to plunge his knife into the communist leader… To soak his hands in the man’s blood, to personally cut his head off and present it to the emperor… Although he won’t get promoted now because he failed to find and kill the communist leader… He still thinks of it as a victory though because he has acquired some nice slaves, the daughters of the communist leader... "They are now my property" he thinks... The commie will eventually go insane from the thought of his daughters belonging to me... Dimitri has to struggle to keep himself from laughing…

The troopers all go back to their telling jokes, playing cards, drinking from their flasks, smoking their pipes, and coughing their lungs out…

HQ of Office of Paracommando Activities in Central Province.

The Inspector General of the Army Special Forces Department is reviewing the psychological profile for Colonel Dimitri Arkan.

The report summary read:

Dimitri Arkan is a man who has deep-seated issues steaming from the death of his wife when he was 18 years old; she was 17. Communist rebels murdered her and ever since it would seem that Mr. Arkan has been on a crusade against communism. His life's goal appears to be to make communists suffer. He is a man out for vengeance. He is incredibly dangerous and provoking him is ill advised.


Comments from numerous psychiatrists, doctors, and other specialists.

"Potentially homicidal"
"Potential mass murderer"
"Potential future war criminal"
"The sort of man who shoots up a building full of people"
"Sociopath"
"Anti-Social Personality Disorder"
"Angry at the world"
"Future war criminal"
"Will fit in well in the federal prison system"
"Sane but disregards other people"
"Very dangerous. Do not provoke"
“Cold and calculating”
“Scared me to death”
“I didn’t know people like him ever existed”
“A true monster”


The Inspector General set the profile down. He picked up the phone and dialed the Army High Command. “Yes, hello… Army High Command… I think Colonel Dimitri Arkan would make a fine Paracommando General”.

OOC: Hey, FWS, I got an idea for an RP I thought you might like. Remember those two snipers in Stalingrad, the head of the SS Sniper School and that Russian fella? What d'you say we have a re-enactment? If you're interested we can work out the details via TG.

OOC: Hey, FWS, I got an idea for an RP I thought you might like. Remember those two snipers in Stalingrad, the head of the SS Sniper School and that Russian fella? What d'you say we have a re-enactment? If you're interested we can work out the details via TG.


Vassili Zaitsev

Major König


Yes perhaps we can.

I must say you do alot of detail in your RP.I must take some notes on this!

The soldiers of the 7th Paracommando Regiment arrive back at their base in central eastern White Western Province.




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Colonel Dimitri Arkan reviews his Paracommandos before dismissing them to their barracks.


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The Colonel spoke as he walked down the line. He saluted the men, shook hands, patted them on the back... "You are all damn fine soldiers. You are the best soldiers a commander could hope for. Without your brave sacrifices in Rhodesville, it is quite likely the entire campaign would have been lost. As of now, the communists lost almost 45,000 combatants in the fight for Rhodesville. They currently have about 12,000 left. Our losses were about 300 from the 7th Regiment, 700 from the 4th Regiment, and there were unfortunately many civilians killed... The communists butchered about 5,000 of the fascist citizens of Rhodesville. Also about 500 Teutonic Knights and 850 police died... But the communists took a beating. They will certainly not be able to expand past Rhodesville... They will be lucky if they can hold the city from future attack... We will eventually retake the city. Now men, you are dismissed, you will all receive two weeks leave."

One of the soldiers called out. "What about you colonel... What will you do."

Colonel: "Well... I'll be honest with you all... I was hoping to kill the communist leader himself and make general... But I don't think that will happen... But I do have his two daughters to keep me occupied, maybe some of you might want to come visit them."

The entire regiment (well what was left of the regiment) erupted into laughter.

Colonel: "I want you all to see to it your wounded comrades are not neglected in the hospital... Keep them company and provide them with news of the outside world. The men have fought and bled with you... They are your brethren... Treat them thus."

The 300 Paracommandos present erupt in cheers, "Arkan, Arkan, Arkan, Arkan, Arkan!"


Arkan yells, "Hail Rhodes"... The men all throw their left arms into the air and reply, "Hail Rhodes"... The Colonel speaks one word, "Dismissed".

The Colonel decides that he will go to his residence for the evening... He has the other daughter of the communist stashed in his house, the 18-year-old Helen Djindjic... The other daughter Marie was broken on the drive from Rhodesville to the Regiment base... He won't be having any more problems of disobedience from her... He will now see to it Helen learns to obey...

He starts to head towards his car, he begins to think about the old days... His thoughts inevitably turn to his wife... The communists who murdered her... The uprising he helped crush, he had helped crush every uprising... He thought of his time in South-West Africa, Yugoslavia, South America, Central America, Chechnya, and many other wars and battles that the rest of the world had long since forgotten...

Some might call his actions unethical, rotten, and immoral... But he had scrapped ethics and morals when the communists robbed him of his love... Morals, they were for people who hadn't suffered, who hadn't seen hundreds of their soldiers die...

Dimitri's regiment had nearly been wiped out as an effective fighting formation... It was his regiment, he was the commander. In Operation Containment in old Rhodesville, when he was just a lieutenant in command of a platoon, his platoon was wiped out except for him and a few others... The others were ones who objected to his atrocities... They didn't live long though; he saw to it none of them survived to report anything he did... Not that high command would have cared... He just didn't like bad publicity.

In Operation Containment the 7th Regiment lost almost 750 Paracommandos killed... It was a bloodbath... But they weren't fighting humans... They were fighting the walking dead.



The recent campaign in new Rhodesville was against human foes... It went somewhat better...

Operation Restoration was over.
300 of the 7th Regiment were killed, 400 were wounded.

OOC: Hey, FWS, I got an idea for an RP I thought you might like. Remember those two snipers in Stalingrad, the head of the SS Sniper School and that Russian fella? What d'you say we have a re-enactment? If you're interested we can work out the details via TG.


Well any ideas?

SECRET" About 10 p.m. In Rhodes City, the police are secretly sealing off the roads leading to the 12-acre plot of land that houses the "Rhodes City Communist Party" building... The police have diverted all traffic for a distance of 1 mile all around the communist building.

Approximately 200 communists are inside the building meeting, they are discussing the recent wave of violence against the communist members of parliament... Unbeknownst to the communists about 1,000 Teutonic Knights have taken up positions around the building and are awaiting them meeting to end and the communists to exit...

The men are ducking behind trees and in the hedges, clutching their weapons... One man carries an SPAS-12 shotgun, another an M-14, yet another has an Ak-47, then there are hundreds with Fn-Fals...


Inside, the communists are discussing their troubles...

Commie 1: "What do you do.."

Commie Parliament member: "Rhodesville is now basically a communist city that is no longer controlled by FWS... We could go there..."

Commie 2: "Yes I agree... But it is not on the coast... We'd be dependent on FWS to allow us to receive trade... The goods would have to travel about 4 miles inland through FWS controlled territory."

Commie 3: "Who do you think is behind the recent attacks."

Commie 4: "It could be anybody... Nobody likes us... I say we get out of here now before it's too late... Lets get to Rhodesville as soon as possible."

Commie 1+2+3: "I agree... Lets get the hell out of here."

Commie Parliament Member: "Wait... Are you sure none of you were followed here."

All 200 men agree they were not followed... They decide to get out of town as soon as they pack what little they and their families can fit into their cars... They plan to go home to tell their families they news they all must leave their homes... They don't think it will go over well... It won't go over at all because not a single one will make it off the 12 acre plot of land alive...

The communists begin to exit through the main doors... About 40 of them have exited thus far... The Teutonic Knights hiding begin to grow anxious... The leader of the TK unit hopes nobody will get an itchy trigger finger and spoil the ambush... Nobody does...

Almost all 200 of the communists have now exited the building and are making their way to their vehicles... One of the communists realizes something is wrong... The night animals are not out, they are not making their usual sounds... He thinks he just saw the outline of a man in the distance... He is about to tell the man next to him when... The ambush is sprung...

The TK leader screams "OPEN FIRE".

Immediately as the yell carries through the night air, a murderous hail of gunfire breaks the silence and calm that existed just seconds ago... Fn-Fals are emptied into the crowd of communists... A TK runs forward with his SPAS-12 and kills 1/2 dozen communists with headshots. MP-5s sound, SAWs rake the group... The firing continues for about 3 minutes...


Then the guns are silent... 50 TKs run up and down passed the communists, kicking them... Those that show any signs of life are shot in the head... After about 30 seconds of finishing off those not quite dead, the men all run for their vehicles parked a block or so away, behind buildings... The police stationed 1 mile away hold back any foreign reporters trying to get from their hotels to the area that sounded like a war zone. About 10 minutes after the last TKs get in their vehicles and flee the scene, the police open their barricades and allow the reporters to enter the area..

PUBLIC NEWS:
The morning headline for the communist run paper, "For The Proletariat" (a paper with a circulation of about 50,000) read, "Massacre of Unarmed Communists by Teutonic Knights."

The morning headline for the Teutonic Knights paper, "The Kluxer" (a paper with a circulation of about 4.5 million) read, "Communist Plot Derailed. Conspirators Dead."


In other news:

15,000 suspected communists fled Rhodes Province and headed towards Rhodesville.
5,000 suspected communists fled Central Province and headed towards Rhodesville.

The mayor of a small town in Central Province was found shot dead in his house... He was always suspected of being a secret member of the communist party. The gunmen left a card on the body, the card read, "Better Dead Than Red... Signed The Fascian Teutonic Knights".

Residents of a small town of about 500, in Eastern Province, recognized as being a stronghold of communism, awoke to find a 92-foot-tall flaming cross on a hill that overlooks the town... 400 of the residents fled the town within 30 minutes, taking only the clothing on their backs and what items they could pack in the time.

Approximately 1,000 confirmed communists were lynched throughout the night. Approximately 500 communists were shot dead. Several dozen communists were killed with axes, clubs, knives, etc. Several thousand suspected communists were seriously injured...


Apparently the government is willing to allow the communists to keep Rhodesville, but it wants all the communists out of FWS in exchange for them getting the town... The recent wave of attacks appears to be Fascists giving the communists incentive to move to Rhodesville.

Secret Communiqué:


[code:1:8e697da1fe] From Johann Rhodes Grand Dragon of Rhodes Province to Hendrik Rhodes Imperial Wizard and Emperor. "The Night of the Rope went as planned. Expect the communists to all flee to Rhodesville... We'll finally be rid of them."[/code:1:8e697da1fe]


[code:1:8e697da1fe] From General Walter Kruger I (responding on behalf Hendrik Rhodes) to Johann Rhodes. "Harass them every bit of the way to Rhodesville... Make them pay for their treason."[/code:1:8e697da1fe]

IC: We have teleported our troops back to Celdrone, as they have taken heavy casualties in the fighting near the bridge. We also must report that Seargents Benard and Cole are missing. We know that they became seperated in the fighting, please try to find them or their bodies.

OOC: Don't find them or their bodies, okay? I swear to God that I am not planning any treachery like AMF.

Fascist News Network: "We are deeply saddened to have to bring you the news that General (retired) Otto Hellebaut died in his Rhodes City residence last night at the age of 113."

"The president has declared a month of mourning and all flags will be lowered to half-staff. The General will be buried in the National Armed Services Cemetery, located about 20 minutes outside of Rhodes City."

FNN will give a brief recap of the life of General Otto Hellebaut.
"Born in 1891, Hellebaut graduated the Military Academy and was a 2nd lieutenant in the infantry when in 1914 WW1 began in Europe... He served with distinction and courage; his unit was considered one of the finest in the army. He made it to the rank of captain by the time the war ended... With the massive limitations imposed on the army of Germany by the wicked allied powers, he found himself out of a job.

In 1926, he joined the NSDAP; he spent much time helping to spread the word of German Revival. In 1933 with the revival of Germany under the leadership of the noble Adolf Hitler, he was once again doing what he loved. However, this time he was offered the opportunity to serve in the SAH unit (later known as the 1st SS panzer division LSSAH).

He accepted... When the war broke out in 1939 he took part in the campaigns in Poland in 1939 and France in 1940... Promoted to Sturmbannfuhrer (Major).

He was severely injured during the 1940 French campaign and spent the next 3 years doing various work in Poland.

In 1944 his health improved, he took part in the fierce fighting on the Eastern Front prior to the LSSAH being transferred to western front in April of 1944. After the Division was nearly smashed in the Falaise Pocket on the Western Front, he managed to elude the allies and make it back to friendly lines. He was by now a Standartenfuhrer (Colonel). In the winter of 1944 due to his exceptional performance in the Battle of the Bulge, he was promoted to Brigadefuhrer (Brigadier General). He saw fierce fighting until May 8th, 1945 when the 1st SS Panzer Division surrendered to American forces near Steyr, Austria.

After posing as a Wehrmacht Oberleutnant (Army 1st Lieutenant) he was processed as a POW and released by the Americans.

He left Germany almost immediately after being released and he first went to Italy, then on to Syria, then finally to FWS... He arrived in FWS in 1947 and was granted full citizenship within 3 days. He was also offered the rank of Major General in the FWS Army and the task of helping to form elite Guards units. He accepted both... The rest is history...

In the words of President Hendrik Rhodes", "Last night, Fascia lost a true hero. Words cannot express the grief and sorrow we all are experiencing from the passing of the great General Otto Hellebaut."

About 800 SS veterans still alive in FWS held a ceremony to honor General Hellebaut who was the oldest SS veteran in FWS. The veterans, ranging in age from 80 to over 100 gathered around Hellebaut's residence and in their uniforms and sang "Deutschland Deutschland ueber Alles" and other songs. They then raised their right arms and shouted "Heil Hitler". Some of the veterans were in wheelchairs, others walked but with great difficulty. The General will have a state funeral with an honor guard provided by the Grenadier Guards, a unit that the SS veterans helped to organize in the 1950s-1960s.

Masked men riding horses draped in white attacked a convoy of Communist refugees who were heading north on a road that leads to Rhodesville...



It was approximately 3:12 a.m. in Hendrik County, Central Province...

The Teutonic Knights received word from the Sheriff's department that the refugees were due to pass through the county shortly... 300 men from Hendrik Township in Hendrik County draped themselves and their horses in white and rode off. They realized white would stand out in the night, but it would 1) Tradition, 2) Conceal their identity, and 3) Psychological warfare, it scared the hell out of their enemies.

The 300 rode off to their appointed task. (Note there are only about 500 adult males in Hendrik Township, total Adult Male + Adult Female population 987).

The sheriff had told them what road to be on for the ambush... There were only two roads that went north through Hendrik County and the sheriff's deputies were blocking one of the roads... The refugees would have to take the other road... And they did...

As the sun began to show from behind the morning clouds, the light illuminated a scene of total carnage.... 2,300 bodies... Many littered the road, some hanged from the trees.

It had been easy enough thought the deputy who took part in the ambush (The same one who delivered Alexis Marx Elliot to the TKs)... FWS law prohibited registered communists from owning any weapons, and FWS law mandated all communists register with the government... They were totally unarmed, well these ones were... The ones in Rhodesville had somehow acquired over 50,000 military grade weapons... But that didn't matter... The communists were all flocking to the new communist ruled city of Rhodesville in northern White Western Province... They would no longer factor into FWS politics... But the Teutonic Knights thought they should kill a few here and they to make the point that nobody likes communists... So that is what they did.

The deputy laughed as he talked to his TK buddies, debating who got in the best shots, who killed the most, etc.

He remembered how the ambush was sprung... As the communists arrived at a dip in the road, about 100 TKs rode out of the woods and behind them and chased them forwards, as they moved forward 100 TKs rode out of the woods directly into the side of the convoy... Then 100 TKs blocked the forward escape route... The other side of the road was a river... So there were 3 sides covered by TKs and then the river... Many communists did jump into river and they drowned in the icy waters. The communists paniced and the TKs took their time unloading their weapons into them... When the last of the communists was dead the men rode off into the night...

Hendrik County Sheriff Lawrence Hoban pulled his AWD RMC-200 Truck into a small town along the provincial border of Central Province and Rhodes Province... He had been asked to meet somebody here... It was a 3-hour drive... He had been waiting 20 minutes when he saw the Black Lexus pull in... He immediately recognized the man as the guy who had given him the USD 25,000 in cash earlier... The man stepped out of the car, he was wearing another tailored expensive suit...

Detective John Kepler: "Greetings Sheriff... It is about time I introduce myself.. I am Detective John Kepler, of the Rhodes City 2nd District Police Department... You might remember the death of Vladimir Chernenko... I drove the car the gunmen were in. Also, Leonid Feodorovich... I was part of the assault team. I would like to congratulate you on the recent attacks on communist agitators... Especially for the number you did on Alexis Marx Elliot."

Sheriff Lawrence Hoban: "That was actually one of my deputy that done that job. He turned that boy over to his friends who was out on a farm, they strung him up and had some target practice."

Kepler: "Well we have more work for you to do. These orders come from the GD of Rhodes Province Realm."

Hoban: "You mean Johann Rhodes."

Kepler: "Yes."

Hoban: "What do you reckon you want me to do."

Kepler: "We want you to blow up the Communist HQ in that town on the Northern edge of Hendrik County. There will be approximately 3,500 communists stopping there on their way towards the communist held town of Rhodesville... We want to limit the number that make it to Rhodesville, that way they are never a threat to us."

Hoban: "Well that sounds like a mighty fine plan you got... But I reckon we don't go no explosives at the police station."

Kepler: "The needed material is already stashed in this town... You are to pick it up and rent a semi-trailer."

Hoban: "Rent it with what... We ain't exactly raking in the money in these parts."

Kepler: "Here. This should cover your expenses." (Hands him a briefcase with approximately USD 125,000 in it)

Hoban: (Opens the case)... "Well damn... This ought to be more than enough to get a semi-trailer... Why so much? If you don't mind my asking"

Kepler: "The rest is a reward for your services and your deputies services... See they each get USD 5,000."

Hoban: "Will do... Now what say you that we go and get them explosives you was talking about."


Kepler gets into his Lexus; Hoban joins him in the Lexus. A farmer steps out of the Lexus and takes the RMC-200. He will drive it to his farm so Hoban has it safe and secure for later retrieval...

The Lexus drives about 10 minutes down the road to a truck rental, after filling out forms using fake names Hoban gets into the semi and follows the Lexus 20 minutes south of the town to a farm. The Lexus pulls onto the property. They drive behind the barn... Both men get out of the Lexus.

The farmer steps outside and greets them with a TK hand signal.

Farmer: "All that stuff is here, safe and sound. Just as you asked me."

Kepler: "Good. Help us load it into the semi."

Hoban: "And make sure you take damn good care of my truck... I love her. Don't want nothing to happen to her while I'm gone."

Farmer: "Ain't no need to worry... Won't nothing happen to her on my watch."

The 3 men spend the next several hours loading the 30,000 lbs of C4 that were stored in the barn into the semi-truck.

Kepler gives the farmer USD 10,000 for his expenses and services. The three men shake hands and wish each other well.

Hoban: "In about 7 hours the Communist HQ in Hendrik County will be a pile of rubble."

Kepler: "That is a damn large amount of explosives. Make damn sure you clear the area of all non-communists before you detonate."

Hoban: "Okay. Will do."

Kepler gets into his black Lexus and drives off for the 3 hours back to Rhodes City.

Hoban gets into the Semi-Trailer and starts what would normally be a 3-hour ride to Hendrik County... But he is hauling some dangerous sh-- and he is in a Semi... He will take slightly over 5 hours to reach Hendrik County, and then about 1 more hour to reach the northern part of the county and the Communist HQ. About 20 minutes to check everything and make sure the explosives are all set to blow... Then 30-40 minutes for the getaway... Then BOOM...

The semi-trailer chugs down the rural highway... It will be there soon.

Bump.

Hendrik County Sheriff Lawrence Hoban arrives in the city in the northern region of Hendrik County... He will soon arrive at the Communist HQ... Then shortly thereafter... BOOM...

The Semi-truck driven by Hendrik County Sheriff Lawrence Hoban pulled up alongside the communist HQ in the northern region of Hendrik County in Central Province... The sheriff made sure everything was set... He picked up the detonator and got out of the truck... He slowly walked down the road for 1 block, and then he ran for 2 blocks... He then got into a car... Then he activated the detonator... For at least 1/2 city block around the Communist HQ was completely leveled. The 30,000 lbs of C-4 had done massive damage.


Sheriff Hoban who had gotten into the passenger seat of a waiting vehicle told the driver, “Lets get out of here.” The driver pressed the accelerator all the way down and the car sped off towards the rural farm where Hoban could get his RMC-200 truck back from the farmer.




The newspapers would report the number of dead at 7,236. The number wounded at 4,291…

There had been more communists in the building than they originally anticipated.

The next day the papers were as follows.

The Communist newspaper "For The Proletariat", (a paper with a circulation of about 50,000) headline read, "Massive Fascist Truck Bomb Slaughters Thousands."

The Teutonic Knights newspaper, "The Kluxer", (a paper with a circulation of about 4.5 million) headline read, "Communists Engaged In Internal Power Struggle."

Over 9,750 communists have been killed in recent violence in FWS... Note there were never more than 200,000 communists in the entire nation.


45,000 out of 60,000 communist militants died in Rhodesville before the FWS forces finally realized they couldn't have the 18,000 FWS paratroopers to drop in the middle of a monsoon... Without the paratroopers to reinforce the hard-pressed Paracommandos, Teutonic Knights, and Police, Rhodesville was left to the communists... The only one city they hold, in the extreme northwest of the nation, about 4 miles inland... Victoria River runs through the western part of the city.

There are 17,000 people in Rhodesville... There were about 37,000 but 20,000 of them were fascists who fled when the communist militants took over.

International News released pictures of the massive damage caused by the truck bomb... The Hendrik County Sheriff's Department said it would be their top priority to find those responsible...


A local communist leader who survived the blast spoke from a podium to a large crowd of about 2,000... Most of the crowd was made up of unsympathetic fascists... Most are there out of little more than curiosity.


Communist: "The cruel and wicked bomb attack against the Communist Building is to date the worst single act of terrorism in this nation... And what is worse is that the perpetrators could be anybody. I think that they could even be in this very crowd."

Sheriff Hoban, who was blending in with the crowd called out: "Damn right we are."

His chief Deputy exploded with laughter...

The communist continued to speak, "This is hardly a laughing matter. Hundreds of people are being are being murdered every day in this nation. Has life gotten so cheap?"

Somebody in the crowd pulled out a 45 caliber pistol and shot at the communist 6 times, hitting him 4 times... He fell from the podium and was dead before he hit the ground.

The crowd erupted with cheers and laughter...

FNN: "Another communist parliament member is dead... Boris Ashkenazy. He died in a rather odd manner... He was visiting the Rhodes City Zoo and somehow he wound up falling into the polar bear exhibit... 2 Polar bears brutally killed him before zoo officials could save him."


Detective John Kepler turned off the TV... He loved nothing more than to watch the results of his work on the news...

He had followed Ashkenazy to the zoo... When Ashkenazy was alone near the bear exhibit he leaned in closer to get a better view and that is when he charged and knocked Ashkenazy over the bars and into the exhibit... The bears quickly attacked him... Of course he just acted shocked and horrified and slowly slipped away... Once he got outside of the zoo he got into his Lexus and was out of the area in 20 minutes..

A communist parliament member, Gregory Weber is swimming in the Rhodes River... His wife is on the bank of the river. "Gregory... Come back here now... Lunch is ready... Besides you'll catch your death of cold."

Gregory: "I'm fine dear. I'll be out shortly."


A black Lexus had parked about 1/2 mile away... Detective John Kepler had donned SCUBA gear... He was under the water, totally concealed... He was now nearing Gregory Weber... He swam up to the man and grabbed his legs, he pulled him down into the depths... He punched him in the face and the stomach... Gregory thrashed around like a madman... He tried in vain to strike at the attacker... His wife on the bank of the river started screaming for nearby people to help... "He is drowning!!! Somebody help him."

After about 3 minutes Weber was dead and Detective Kepler swam off in the murky waters.

The corpse floated ashore and onlookers screamed...


A man has just risen out of the water about 1/2 mile from where Weber drowned... He startles some people, but they just go back to their picnic, He walks to his vehicle... He removes his Wetsuit and SCUBA gear and places it in the trunk of his Lexus...

Detective John Kepler was in his Black Lexus behind his next target... The Communist parliament member Mikhail Peter Alexis... Alexis as in a BMW in front of Kepler... Kepler had been trying to get alongside Alexis for about 10 minutes now... But Alexis was an aggressive driver and didn't allow it... To him driving was a game almost... No, a sport... And he was going to win... He swerved to keep the Lexus behind him...

Kepler saw an opening and he took it... He jumped all the over onto the shoulder while going 100 Miles per hour... He then immediately turned hard to the left... Alexis was taken by surprise, "This man is crazy" he thought as he instinctively jerked his own car left to avoid being smashed into by the Lexus...

But what he didn't realize was that by jerking left he wound up in the lane where the bridge was out ahead... He kept going forward shaking his hand, making gestures, and such at the Lexus... He suddenly saw the bridge was out on the left lane...

He only had seconds to get back into the right lane, no time to stop at this speed. He tried to dart right but Kepler slammed the brakes on, skidding to a halt, he stopped Alexis's efforts... The BMW couldn't get into the left lane and it flew through the air and hit the ground about 844 feet below. The car was a a heap of twisted metal...

Bump.

Doesn't the fact that nobody has replied, and you were deleted show that a) nobody here actually likes you 2) nobody cares about your RPs

Oh and, you're going to get deleted again.

I wouldn't be so condesending. Most people are prepared to give him a second chance. I adivse you look at 'Momanguise to send Relief to Rhodesville' thread.

ooc: actually BC he seems to have changed and is now making a pretty good RP outta it, also FWS anychance i can join in?

OOC: Hey, FWS, I got an idea for an RP I thought you might like. Remember those two snipers in Stalingrad, the head of the SS Sniper School and that Russian fella? What d'you say we have a re-enactment? If you're interested we can work out the details via TG.


Well any ideas?

Oh, sorry. Yeah, I figured that my fella (Eugen Scholditz) could be the son of one of the soldiers of pre-emptive operations against fascist states during the formation of my nation (loosely analogous with the last world war). He despises fascism and fascists, but is a disciplined military man who doesn't go loose cannon against them. But when he hears of the death of Fedorovich, who he knew well, of the rape of his daughters (SP?) etc, and of the plea by the Communists there for help, he is enthusiastic about the prospect of getting his own back, and the High Command sees him as the ideal man to take out the Colonal, since he's the leader of the para regiment that's doing a lot of the dirty work. He gets infiltrated past coastguard patrols on a small Zodiac-type raft launched from a submarine. Once there, he's ordered to kill Arkan. I was thinking Arkan could have some sort of pattern, so he could get a first shot in - letting Arkan know he's there in the process - and that the two could then commence hunting one another. Who wins I haven't thought much of yet; ideally they both buy it somehow. What d'ya think so far?

ooc: actually BC he seems to have changed and is now making a pretty good RP outta it, also FWS anychance i can join in?

Maybe... We can talk via MSN.

OOC: Hey, FWS, I got an idea for an RP I thought you might like. Remember those two snipers in Stalingrad, the head of the SS Sniper School and that Russian fella? What d'you say we have a re-enactment? If you're interested we can work out the details via TG.


Well any ideas?

Oh, sorry. Yeah, I figured that my fella (Eugen Scholditz) could be the son of one of the soldiers of pre-emptive operations against fascist states during the formation of my nation (loosely analogous with the last world war). He despises fascism and fascists, but is a disciplined military man who doesn't go loose cannon against them. But when he hears of the death of Fedorovich, who he knew well, of the rape of his daughters (SP?) etc, and of the plea by the Communists there for help, he is enthusiastic about the prospect of getting his own back, and the High Command sees him as the ideal man to take out the Colonal, since he's the leader of the para regiment that's doing a lot of the dirty work. He gets infiltrated past coastguard patrols on a small Zodiac-type raft launched from a submarine. Once there, he's ordered to kill Arkan. I was thinking Arkan could have some sort of pattern, so he could get a first shot in - letting Arkan know he's there in the process - and that the two could then commence hunting one another. Who wins I haven't thought much of yet; ideally they both buy it somehow. What d'ya think so far?

Sound good but Colonel Arkan is a character I want to keep around for at least a while longer. For one thing, he has yet to make general.

Hendrik County Sheriff Lawrence Hoban and Chief Deputy Edgar Johnson (the one who pulled over the communist in the Corvette) were both in the Hendrik County Sheriffs office.

Hoban was in his office smoking a cigar. Johnson was in his office chewing a plug of tobacco. They were both on the second floor..

The door swung open and a woman strode in. She pushed her way past the officer at the front desk, stating, "I need to see the sheriff."

The officer said: "You can't go in... The Sheriff is busy, this is his lunch hour."

Woman: "It's 3:30 P.M. Lunch is at noon. Get out of my way."

She pushes passed the startled officer who is not use to such rudeness...

She arrives outside the sheriff's office. Deputy Johnson looks up from his newspaper and sees a woman who looks like trouble going into the sheriff's office. Johnson sets his newspaper down and stands up in his office and gets ready to help Sheriff Hoban if he needs any help.

Hoban (Blows cigar in the direction of the woman): "It's my lunch hour. Didn't the officer at the front desk tell you that"

Woman: "But this is urgent... Thousands of people were massacred on a rural road in your county. I narrowly escaped... You must go out there and do something."

Hoban (Blows smoke directly into her face): "Now maybe you didn't hear me but this is my lunch hour. Whatever it is I'm sure it can wait."

Woman: "I just told you what it is... Several thousand people were killed by riders draped in white."

Hoban: "Now that sounds like a nice tall tale. Let me tell you what I think. I mobilize all my deputies and few are left here. Then your assault force storms the station and seizes the armory. Who you working for."

Woman: "My God... Can I talk to somebody who isn't a paranoid redneck."

Hoban: "Now let me tell you something missy. You don't seem to have any manners... I think somebody ought to teach you some." (He stands up)

Woman turns and tries to run out of the office but instead runs directly into Deputy Johnson who was just outside the door... He grabs her and pushes her inside the office.

Hoban: "Bring that disrespectful communist over here."

Woman: "I didn't tell you I was a communist."

Hoban: "That’s right. But when you said you was on that road that was attacked... Who do you think was blocking the other road off... Maybe you didn't see our cars there, you might have been in the end of the convoy."

Woman: "I was."

Hoban: "Well then let me tell you something. You just picked the wrong station to come file your report at."

Woman: "I'll call internal affairs on you... Let me go you inbred bast---"

Hoban: "See what I mean Edgar... The b---- don't got any manners."

Johnson: "Maybe we should fix that Lawrence."

Hoban: "I think so."

Woman: "You bast--- I'll report both of you."

Hoban: "To who?"

Hoban closes the office door. Johnson moves to the other side of the desk, he holds both of the ladies arms down. Hoban pushes her over the desk, pulls her pants down and rapes her. Then the deputy and the sheriff switch places and the deputy rapes her. While Johnson is raping her, another officer knocks at the door.

Johnson: "Go away!"

Woman: "Somebody help me."

The other deputy opens the door and nearly explodes.

Other Deputy: "What the hell is going on here."

Johnson: "Mind your fu----- business."

Other Deputy: "This is an office of law enforcement. You can't do this... What the hell is wrong with you."

Johnson stops raping the girl and pulls his pants up... The other deputy thinking it is over turns to walk out. Then Johnson pulls a pistol and rams the other deputy into the wall. He points the pistol right into his face. Using his other hand to pin him there.

Johnson: "Now I told you to mind your business boy. And if you don't your brains are gonna be all over that wall. Is that what you want... Is it boy..."

Other Deputy: "No sir... I'm sorry."

Hoban: "Oh Boy... You're fired... Clear out your desk and I want you out of here ASAP. If you're not out of here by the time Johnson here is done with that commie b----. I may just let him shoot you."

Other Deputy nods.

Johnson goes back into the sheriff's office and continues to rape the communist.

20 minutes later when he is done with the communist, he handcuffs her hands behind her back and pushes her into a chair... He walks outside the office and he realizes the commie-loving deputy cleared out as order...

Johnson (Holsters his gun): "Damnit.. I wanted to shoot the boy."

Hoban: "Better get an ad in the paper and a sign in the window. Help wanted... We only got 8 deputies now... We'll need 1 more."

Johnson: "What do we do with the commie?"

Hoban: "Lock her up."

Johnson: "What charge?"

Hoban: "Trespassing, she was told not to come in here, Resisting Arrest, and Assaulting an officer of the law."

Johnson: "Assaulting an officer."

Hoban: "Yup... She tried to bite me when I was holding her down for you."

Johnson lifts the woman out of the chair and escorts her to a cell… He tosses her in.

Woman: “At least take these handcuffs off.”

Johnson: (In a very mocking tone) “Well I would but my neck isn’t red enough. I have to go outside in the sun.”

Its a shame you're all giving him a second chance which in my opinion he doesn't deserve, he'll always be a racist god-modding piece of shit to me. Much better banned imo.

Bump.

Bump.

Detective John Kepler walks up 30 flights of stairs in an office building carrying a large case. Inside the case is his disassembled .308 bolt-action rifle...


He arrives on the roof... He opens the case and begins to assemble the rifle. He places his scope on the weapon. A communist member of Parliament, Fedor Romanov, should be walking down the street from the parliament building any time now... He sees his target begin to approach... But another communist parliament member accompanies him... Peter Paul Constantine... What luck... Kepler fires one round at Romanov and quickly works the bolt, he fires another round, this one aimed at Constantine. Both men hit the ground dead... Onlookers scream... Kepler quickly begins to disassemble his weapon and put it back in the case... He walks down the stairs of the office building and slips out a back exit. Then he places the case in the back seat of his Lexus and drives off.

Colonel Dimitri Arkan sat in a chair in his large residence on the base property of the 7th Paracommando Regiment… For the last few hours he had forced Zeljko’s two daughters, Marie (17) and Helen (18 ) to perform oral sex on him numerous times… He was now forcing them to have sex with each other … He laughed and cheered as they were forced to humiliate and degrade themselves… He continued to drink his vodka and smoke a pipe. A knock at the door…

Arkan: “Come in… It’s unlocked.”

A 7th Paracommando Captain walks in.

Arkan: “Hello. What do you want? (Points to the girls) can’t you I’m busy…”

Captain: “Well… The Regiment is being mobilized… We’re heading towards Rhodesville.”

Arkan: “What… Are you sure?” (He gets up and walks over to the captain)

The two girls stop having sex with each other.

Arkan turns around: “I DIDN’T SAY STOP!!!”

They start again.

Arkan turns back to the captain: “But they told us 14 days of leave… It has been only 4.”

Captain: “Well you don’t have to go sir… We could have somebody else take temporary command of the unit.”

Arkan: “No… I’ll go… Of course I’ll go.”

Captain: “Good… A unit needs its general.”

Arkan: “What… I’m only a colonel.”

Captain: “Not anymore… The word just came in you made General sir. Congratulations.”

Arkan: “Yes… Yes… About damn time… Thank you captain… You may stay if you wish to… Have some fun with my property over there (points to Zeljko’s daughters)”

Captain: “No thank you sir… I have to be going.”

Arkan: “Okay… You didn’t tell me how long until the regiment must be ready.”

Captain: “4 hours sir.”

Arkan: “Plenty of time for another bottle of Vodka. And some more fun.”

Captain: “Yes… Well I must go now sir.”

Arkan: “You are dismissed… You may go.”

The captain walked out of residence… He didn’t really care for Arkan… In fact he hated him… In Arkan’s 10 years as an officer in the army, he had been personally accused of 800 illegal killings, 6,500 rapes, looting over 30 million dollars worth of private property, robbing numerous communist owned banks and armored cars, and even killing his own commanding officer…

Arkan was a young 2nd lieutenant and his battalion was cut off and surrounded in a city… The battalion’s commander, a major wanted to surrender. Arkan would hear none of it. He drew his pistol and blew the major’s head clear off… He then ordered the entire battalion to follow him, in an intense 3 hour-long battle; he smashed through the enemy lines and managed to get his unit to safety. He was stripped of his rank and put on trial, when the tribunal confirmed that the major had wanted to surrender, Arkan was released from jail (He was only there while awaiting trial and on trial), his rank was reinstated, and he was paid USD 500,000 for his troubles. Arkan was a man who asked for no quarter, and gave none. He scared the sh—out of the captain. The captain continued to walk back to his own residence… Wondering what Arkan’s next atrocity would be.


Several hours later 100 Elephant T/A Helicopters would be taking off from the 7th Paracommando Regiment Base… The unit had been brought back up to full strength as many wounded in the hospital were now fit to fight and new recruits had just completed the 36 week Paracommando training program. (Elephants Transport/Attack Helicopters are heavily modified Mi-24s designed to hold 10 Paracommandos and still have standard weapons)…

Detective John Kepler sat in his black Lexus in a deserted parking lot. It was about 2 a.m. He was waiting to meet a contact… He was smoking a cigar…

A car pulled in… He wasn’t sure if it was his contact or not.

It wasn’t his contact… The car pulled in parallel to him about 40 feet away… He bent over to the side seat to get his case… While he was doing that, 4 Momanguise Peoples Security Organization stepped out of the car… They each had an AK-47 with a 75 round drum. They had obtained them on the black market…They had followed Kepler to the parking lot because they caught word of the meeting… Kepler sat back up in his seat. He looked over to see if it was his contact… The only thing he had time to do was whisper, “Shit” as the cigar fell out of his dropped jaw… The roar of the Ak-47s could be heard by nearby residents, they called the police… But by the time the police arrived all they would find was a bullet riddled black Lexus and a dying detective who had been hit by over 150 7.62x39mm rounds.

The MPSO had flown out of the parking lot and headed towards the highway that would take them to Rhodesville…

Police said that John Kepler was still alive at the scene. He had even spoken a few words, his last words were, “I put my faith in God.” then he died.
Police all throughout the nation have been put on full alert… 30,000 Police and Grenadier Guards are searching Rhodes City for the culprits.

In Hendrik County Central Province.

Sheriff Lawrence Hoban puts down the phone and speaks to Chief Deputy Edgar Johnson…

Hoban: “Kepler is dead… I just got word from the Rhodes City Unit… They suspect it was communists… They fired over 300 rounds at him.”

Johnson: “Butchers.”

Hoban: “His funeral will be in a few days… I think we should both go. He was a fine detective and a damn fine TK.”

Johnson: “Okay… Who’ll be watching over things here?”

Hoban: “There is other officers here that are capable of getting things done. We ain’t the only ones round here that gets things done you know.”

Double Post.

An East African Airlines 777 (flight 208) full of blacks from several Eastern African nations is heading towards Rhodesville… They are going to try to get jobs to help the rebuilding.


The pilots heard a voice come over the radar.

FWS: “Flight 208 this is FWS White Western Province Air Defense Command. You have just entered the FWS exclusion zone. You are within 20 miles of our shores; you are now in our air space. Please alter course and proceed away from FWS shores.

FWS: “I say again Flight 208 this is FWS White Western Province Air Defense Command. You have just entered the FWS exclusion zone. You are within 20 miles of our shores. Please alter course and proceed away from FWS shores.”

Pilot: “We are not going to enter FWS… We are going to land in Rhodesville.”

FWS: “To get into Rhodesville you would have to violate FWS air space… As you are currently doing. Alter your course now.”

Pilot: “We are sorry…We will not alter our course.”

FWS: “Alter your course now or you will be shot down.”

Pilot: “Surely you would not shoot down an unarmed commercial airliner.”

FWS: “This is your LAST warning… Alter your course and leave FWS airspace immediately. If you do not alter your course within 3 minutes you will be fired on.”

Pilot: “Are you insane!!! WE will not alter our course.”

FWS: (cuts communications with plane) “Tell SA-26 unit 3, the one near the coast to ready to engage a hostile craft.

FWS SA-26 Unit 3: “We picked up the hostile on our radar. We’re tracking him now… We’ll have the monsoon fired in about 30 seconds.”

FWS SA-26 Unit 3 Commander: “They are now 15 miles from the Shore… Make ready to fire”.

FWS SA-26 Unit 3 Commander: “Fire”

An SA-26 Monsoon SAM fires from the mobile launcher… The Missile flies through the air at 1620 feet/second… About 42 seconds later the 777 suddenly disappears from radar.

FWS SA-26 Unit 3: “Air Defense Command…Hostile eliminated.”


The debris of the plane falls into the Indian Ocean about 13 miles off the shore of Fascia.

International News: "FWS LAW ENFORCEMENT IN BLUE BY DAY, WHITE BY NIGHT."


An international journalist operating undercover in FWS was able to obtain a photograph of Chief Deputy Edgar Johnson of the Hendrik County Sheriff's Department attending a Teutonic Knights gathering.


Pictured below. Deputy Edgar Johnson (Center. Man in the deputy uniform wearing a tie) attending a gathering of Teutonic Knights. His name is clearly visible on his uniform).

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This raises the question that FWS law enforcement may play favoritism in their dealing with issues.

The Hendrik County Sheriff's department has not returned any calls regarding the matter.

Sheriff Lawrence Hoban did speak to an FNN journalist and stated that, “Clearly this is an issue of free association… My deputies are allowed to associate with anybody or any group they want to. It’s no big deal.”

Its a shame you're all giving him a second chance which in my opinion he doesn't deserve, he'll always be a racist god-modding piece of shit to me. Much better banned imo.

If you don't stop flamebaiting, you may find that you're the one recieving a bashing by a mod.


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Minutes of meeting of the 8/4/04. Present: Captain Eugen Scholditz, Defence Minister Flettner, Marshal Gregorevsky.

Mr. Flettner began by outlining the situation in the Western province of Fascist White States. Mr. Flettner also informed the other two members present that a request for help had been received.

Mr. Gregorovsky asked what was to be done.

Mr. Flettner then indicated Captain Scholditz and sad that said Captain was to proceed into FWS to eliminate as many enemy troops as possible.

Cpt. Scholditz requested to know whether any further action would be taken, since the reports he was receiving on the

television news became more sordid every day.

Mr. Flettner replied that DPUO will not commit troops at this time.

Cpt. Scholditz asked if any other operations were being performed to aid our comrades in the FWS.

Mr. Gregorovky said that this was not for Scholditz to know. He then proceeded to outline the plan to Cpt. Scholditz.

Cpt. Scholditz stated that this mission ought to be enjoyable.

Mr. Gregorovsky said that if Cpt. Scholditz were killed he would be avenged.

Cpt. Scholditz replied that he had no intention of dying but that was part of warfare, and indicated his readiness to proceed.

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Western coast of the Northern Province, 02:12

Scholditz was angry. He couldn't possibly exercise crammed into this steel coffin, complete with its' own nuclear reactor. How'm I supposed to enjoy killing fascists if I'm not in perfect shape? he asked himself, grumbling all the while. Still, he had to admit that this was a damned sight safer than getting into the province on his own or by plane.

The VAS Gepard cruised at four knots in the shallow waters, her entire crew tense for the expected words "torpedo in the water!" But they had yet to come. They could hear the chugging of coastguard vessels on patrol, and had solutions on those ships within range, including a large freighter. Captain First Rank Yevgeniy Dostezkin was tenser than any of them.
"How far to the shore now?", he asked of his navigator.
"About...three thousand six hundred metres."
"Very well." He had orders not to release the raft until they were 2.5Km from the shore. Nine hundred metres to go. "Depth under us?"
"Twenty metres, comrade captain." Scholditz watched the captain admiringly. He'd never been a seaman, but he knew the risks they ran all too well. Even when you were a sniper, you could hid in a bush and run off on your own two feet. Not here. If the submarine was found, she was at the mercy of her assailants. So submarines were very much like snipers, slinking around until they found an advatageous position, then shooting and hiding again, and that gave them some communion, he concluded.

As did they hatred of fascists. He'd seen wars the world over, but never had he forgotten the stories that his father had told him of the war with the fascist states in the lats '40s. Never had he forgotten seeing the carnage they had wrought, even distantly over the decades through television and through seeing the battlegrounds himself. Never too had he forgotten the code of honour battered into him by his father, a tank commander in that war: never attack those who cannot fight back, never attack those who don't want to fight. So far, from what he knew, the fascists had done both. Time to pay. He knew there was no way he would escape FWS with his life. An entire paracommando regiment couldn't fail to find him. But he would kill off some of them, and that would be enough.

While he was occupied in this reverie, the Gepard was moving slowly closer to shore, her great bronze propeller barely turning as she nosed through the warm waters. Six hundred precious metres until that coveted release point, until the sub could turn and run for the deep waters of the ocean, back to the safety of her hunting grounds. It was as though the ship herself were alive, cautiously approaching her goal, too fearful to go any faster but bound not to go any slower, seeking the attack that never came. Four hundred metres. Dostezkin thought again of what he knew was up there. A patrol frigate. A helicopter. Probably an Orion or similar. All listening with bated breath for the noise of his propeller or the tiny, low-frequency rumble of the reactor as it turned the turbines. And what if there were a diesel sub out there, her engines off, batteries barely operating, just drifting and listening? What then?

Then, he told himself, the first thing we'll hear is a torpedo in the water. One hundred metres. Ninety. Eighty. Seventy. Sixty. Fifty. Still clear! Forty. Thirty. "Engines stop."
"Engines stop aye." Twenty. Ten...Zero. "Surface the ship."

For a moment it was there, a black shape on the water's surface, like a giant shark's fin. Then a moment later it was gone, and in its' place was a small raft, moving at seventeen knots toward the shore...

Scholditz was careful to dispose of the raft when he landed. Then he shouldered the SV Dragunov on his back and disappeared into the forest. It was a four-mile hike to Rhodesville, and he wanted to get there by morning.

In the jail at the Hendrik County Sheriff's Department in rural Central Province, a deputy is feeding the prisoners.


He walks up and down the rows tossing in a handful of pig fodder, "Eat up boy." He calls out as he tosses it into the cell of a male communist.

Communist: "How about some water."

Deputy 1: "One minute."

Deputy walks down to the end of the cellblock, takes a fire hose off the wall, he walks back the cell and proceeds to spray the communist with the hose. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" the deputy erupts in laughter. Another deputy nearby also starts laughing...

Deputy 2: "You sure did give him his water."

Communist: "Bast---."

Deputy 1: "No food for you tomorrow."

Deputy 1 walks by the cell where the lady communist was. The one who was arrested earlier after she came to the station to report the massacre of communists on the rural road...

She speaks, "Deputy, please I can't eat this... I need real food."

Deputy 1: "Well you communists are pigs... So you should be able to eat their fodder."

Lady communist: "Please get me some real food... I'll do anything."

Deputy 1: "Anything (smiling)... Deal." Turns to Deputy 2, "Go get a couple of them burgers that we ordered for lunch earlier but couldn't eat. Take your time." Deputy 2 turns and walks out

Deputy 1 enters the woman’s cell and drops his pants. "You said anything... Well guess what you're going to do."

20 minutes later Deputy 2 returns with the food, Deputy 1 is pulling his pants up... He hangs the bag to deputy 1 who tosses it to the woman. He also tosses her a bottle of water.

Deputy 1: "Good girl... You earned that."

Deputy 2 and Deputy 1 go upstairs and are shocked to see an inspection team from the International Red Cross standing there...

Red Cross 1: "We are here to inspect the prison in the basement of this facility."

Deputy 1: "Not right now."

The deputies realize if anybody sees the inmates sleeping on piles of hay, using coffee cans for toilets, in near total darkness, eating pig fodder... Well it won't bring good publicity for FWS..

Red Cross 2: "Stand aside... We're going to see the prison. We have a signed international authorization to do so."

Deputy 1: "Fine you can go down there... But the Sheriff won't like it."


INTERNATIONAL NEWS REPORTS: "FWS PRISON SQUALID HELLHOLE"

Details from the Hendrik County Jail are that all inmates are forced to sleep on piles of hay, in dirty cells with no running water. The entire prison is kept in near total darkness. The men are fed pig fodder, the women are forced to degrade themselves by performing sex acts on the guards if they want to obtain food fit to eat. Inmates are only given a coffee can to use as a toilet. Beatings and torture are commonplace.



Fascist News Network reports: "FWS PRISONS NEED MORE FUNDS"

Details from the prisons reveal that the FWS Law Enforcement and Armed Forces need more funds allocated to them so they can be better run and up to code.

The FWS government has declared that the prison problems are a result of a lack of funding... The government pledges to provide adequate funding to all prisons.

Mr. Flettner began by outlining the situation in the northern province of Fascist White States. Mr. Flettner also informed the other two members present that a request for help had been received.



One problem... This is not Northern Province... It is in the north-western region of White Western Province (Both provinces have outlets on the coast)

Bump.

General Dimitri Arkan ran through the sewers underneath Rhodesville... His boots splashed the polluted water as he moved on... He clutched his .308 rifle tightly with his right hand.


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Dimitri has received reports that an enemy sniper has been picking off Paracommando radiomen, mortar troops, machine gunners, and other specific personnel... His job is to find the enemy sniper... But he will arrange it so the enemy finds him.

Above the sewer, the rains of the monsoons continue to beat down with such ferocity that the only sound that can be heard is the rain clanging on the metal, the glass, the sides of building... Nothing else can be heard except the rain...

Dimitri is finding it is becoming increasingly difficult to walk through the sewer because the water level is rapidly rising… He must get out and soon, or he will drown… He finds an exit he deems suitable… He climbs up the ladder.

Dimitri opens the hatch and sees that the city is crawling with foreign soldiers and domestic scum communist militia troopers… He crawls out and makes his way into an alley… He jumps into a dumpster and sets up his position… He will wait about 2 hours until night arrives and then he will make his way to a position in the bombed out ruins of the Rhodes Motor Corporation building about 6 blocks away. The foreign troops probably have night vision equipment, but the scum communist militia has nothing more than small arms… Dimitri had 10 magazines for his rifle… Also there are the wrecked gun stores throughout town where he can get more ammunition, as he needs it… He also has his 1911 .45 caliber pistol and 5 magazines. He has night vision, thermal vision, infrared, the works… His urban ghillie suit is of superb design he made it himself. His body armor is what he doesn’t like to wear, but he has to keep safe… The ceramic front and back plates weigh about 10 lbs, but they will stop a high-powered rifle round from getting at his main organs… He realizes they may very well keep him alive on this operation.

Arkan relaxes in the dumpster and places a plug of tobacco in his mouth… He sits back and waits for the sun to set.

Bump.

I await DPUO to get his sniper into the city.

Scholditz wiped away a bead of rain as it trickled down his face, into his eye, and peered through his scope at the defense post. There were only two soldiers there now, young men, brave but stupid, he judged. He could see bodies nearby, in the uniform of those same young men; evidently his rival had struck here first. No matter. He ranged the target carefully. Four hundred and fifty metres. Easily within reach of his modified SVD, its' barrel extended to yield an extra 150 metres' accurate range. He braced the stock against his shoulder, correcting slightly for the rain, and gently squeezed the trigger. A puff of red mist appeared where the young soldier's head had once been, and his body fell to the floor. His comrade looked around, eyes wide, for a second. Scholditz' shot caught him in the throat. Scholditz rose from his carefully-prepared position and moved forward, walking crouched in a stream, past the prostrate figures of corpses, and into the ruined city. He clmibed up a set of stairs, half-burnt and wobbly, and settled into an upper-floor window, his boots crushing a photograph as he entered what had once been someone's home. He smiled as he realised he could relax, for now, and, placing a chest of drawers in the way of the door, let a cigarette, watching the grey smoke drift out into the rain.

General Dimitri Arkan had underestimated the time until sundown... It was actually 3 hours... But as night began to fall and most of the enemy soldiers laid down to get some sleep, he quietly lifted the lid of the dumpster and climbed up a nearby fire escape to get into a building... He made it to the roof... He crawled forward about 60 feet on the roof before he saw the perfect spot for where the enemy sniper would be... The church bell tower... He thought he had heard the bell sound a while ago, about the time his unit reported a man died from sniper fire... That made sense; the firing caused the bell to sound... He looked through his night vision scope... He saw no enemy put he did see the barrel of the enemy rifle sticking out from behind a pillar...The enemy sniper was obviously a domestic communist militia, an amateur... Not a foreign soldier... Arkan needed to lure him into the open... Or move around to get a better shot.

He crawled forward about 20 feet more... He was covered in dust and dirt... The rain also was beating down heavily... It was awful out...Dimitri adjusted his sights to compensate for the rain and wind, he finally got the opportunity he wanted as the communist leaned forward to reach for his pack... The massive rain largely covered up the noise... The communist fell forward out of the bell tower... He dropped about 200 feet to the ground... He impacted with a thud that would have been heard by nearby soldiers sleeping in the church entranceway had it not been for the rain...

Arkan continues to crawl forward... But he is growing tired of the rain... He sees the building across the street, an apartment building, is largely intact... He decides to recon from a distance and determine if there are any enemies inside... Then he will move in and find an abandoned room.

General Dimitri Arkan entered the apartment building. He was making his way slowly to the second floor, where he thought he would be better off... He heard some commotion behind one the doors... A woman yelling...

Arkan ran to the room from where the noise was coming. He pushed the door open and entered... Inside he saw a communist militant, probably only 18 or 19 trying to pin down a girl, probably 17 years old, her beauty stunned Arkan...
He could also tell that she needed help. He called to the communist, "Hey boy.." As the boy turned Arkan shot him twice with a silenced 1911 45-caliber pistol.

The boy fell to the side... Dead...

The girl stood up, "Thank you... You saved me from that beast."

Dimitri is flashing back to a time when he was 18... He was unable to save his wife; she was about the age of this girl... The communists got her... He never forgave himself... But now here he was, he had saved somebody. His mind was flashing a mile a minute, wandering, his attention totally diverted... He stared forward but the girl could tell he was deep in thought.

Girl: "General... Are you okay?"

Dimitri: "Yes... I am fine... How did you know I am a general?"

Girl: "Your insignia under that suit you're wearing."

Dimitri: "You have a keen eye... It's called a ghillie suit you know... I made it myself."

Girl: "We should probably get rid of the body and close the door."

Dimitri: "Good idea. I'll be right back." (He sets the rifle down and picks up the communist's body. He walks it to the room across the hall and into a bedroom, putting it in the closet."

Dimitri walks back into the other apartment and closes the door; he takes his ghillie suit off and sets it next to his rifle and pack.

Dimitri: "What are you still doing here? I take it you are a fascist. Why haven't you left?"

Girl: "I tried to put the city was crawling with enemy soldiers... My family made it out a few days ago but I wasn't at home when they fled. They left me a note saying they were moving to Gustavus City and they would meet me there. I haven't been able to get out though."

Dimitri: "Well I'll get you out as soon as I can."

Girl: "Where is your unit?"

Dimitri: "They are outside the city."

The question makes him think back to the time his commander asked him "where are your men" and he replied, "My men will forever remain on the battlefield because my men are all dead." It was about 2 years ago in old Rhodesville... He was a lieutenant, he had left his platoon as they landed, and he had a secret mission to retrieve the sample of the IG-Virus Strain 1 cure, and the Strain 2 prototype... He left his entire platoon... They all ended up dying... He never forgave himself... Was it worth the 100 million they paid you Dimitri... No he answered himself... It wasn't worth it... He regretted almost everything he had ever done, except fighting for Fascism and the Emperor. Old Rhodesville had been leveled by a nuclear attack to contain the "walking dead" (zombies) that the virus turned people into... He had made it out, but his platoon was gone, and the 7th regiment lost 750 out of 1000 Paracommandos... No Dimitri "It wasn't worth it" he whispered those words aloud without realizing it...

Girl: She could tell he was deep in thought again. "What wasn't worth what?"

Dimitri: "Oh... Nothing... Just thinking about something."

Girl: "Well what is your plan General?"

Dimitri: "Please... Call me Dimitri... My name is Dimitri Arkan."

Girl: "Okay... Oh I forgot to tell you, my name is Sophia Theresa."

Dimitri: "What a lovely name."

Sophia: (Blushing) "Thank you. Well how about I get you some tea? It is awfully cold outside and you could probably use something to warm up”

Dimitri: "That would be nice."

The two sit down and drink tea and continue talking.

Sophia: “General.”

Dimitri: “Dimitri.”

Sophia: (blushing): “Dimitri. Tell me, what brought you to the army.”

Dimitri: “I don’t know… I heard a speech one day from a man… There were thousands in the crowd… But it felt like he was talking right to me… I knew then that I had to join the struggle that he spoke of.” (The man who made the speech was General Walter Kruger I who was assistant director in the Fascist National Party)

Sophia: “You mean General Kruger… Yes, a brilliant politician and commander. Do you know him?”

Dimitri: “Yes… Very well, we are good friends, he and I.” (And they are, it just isn’t bs)

Dimitri: “Tell me, why would you want to live in this city.”

Sophia: “I guess if you haven’t lived here you wouldn’t know… This city is… Well it was it was stunning, beautiful.”

Dimitri: “I had lived here. For 17 years I lived here.”

Sophia: “And you didn’t like it?”

Dimitri: “No… It always felt empty… Like something was missing.”

Sophia: “Well, I know what you mean, but I will surely miss this city. I’ve lived her my entire live. I was born and raised in this city.”

Dimitri: “How long would that be.”

Sophia: “17 years. How old are you Dimitri?”

Dimitri: “37.”

Sophia: “You made General by 37? That is unprecedented.”

Dimitri: “Yes… It is without precedent, but the emperor’s sons are all generals… But they are his sons.”

Sophia: “Do you think we’ll make it out of here alive?”

Dimitri: “I would bet everything on it. Don’t worry… I won’t let them get you.”

Dimitri stares forward as he flashes back to 19 years ago… He was 18, his wife was 17… He was trying to convince her of the benefits of living on an isolated rural farm. She was worried about the lack of neighbors and police to help them if they needed assistance… “Don’t worry… I’ll protect you.” Those were his words to her… It was late in the night when they attacked; he had tried to protect her… But there were dozens of them, communists… His rifle jammed and they swarmed into the house… They beat him to the ground and raped his wife in front of him, and then they shot her and him. Then they left…She died, he was severely injured. But his father came by the next morning when Dimitri failed to phone him, as was the routine. His father managed to get him to the hospital where he was saved… Everyday of his life he wished he had died that night… He failed her… He should have died… He should have fought them better… He could have fought them… He should never have made her live on that farm… Why didn’t he listen…

Sophia (Noticing Dimitri is in deep thought again… She realizes he probably carriers the scars of dozens of battles, unspeakable memories.) She speaks, “Will you be okay Dimitri?”

Dimitri: “I am fine… There is nothing wrong… Don’t worry.”
He flashed back again… The words to his wife, “Don’t worry… I’ll protect you.”

Sophia: “It’s getting rather late Dimitri… Do you plan to escape while it is dark out? If so we should get going.”

Dimitri: “I’d like to go now, but my mission isn’t over.”

Sophia: “What do you mean?”

Dimitri: “The enemy is sending their best sniper here, probably to kill me. But I intend to find him and kill him first… No wait… I intend to have him find me.”

Sophia: “That sounds dangerous Dimitri… You could get yourself killed.”

Dimitri: “I have been wounded countless times, nearly died dozens of them… Don’t worry.”
Again Dimitri flashes back… “Don’t worry… I’ll protect you.” He fades out of reality for several seconds..

Sophia (shakes his shoulder) she starts to talk, “Dimitri… Are you okay? Dimitri..”

Dimitri: “Yes… I am fine. You’ll have to forgive me… Certain things you cannot forget, you cannot drink away… There are certain memories that one will keep with them until their dying day.”

Sophia: “Do you want to try to get out of the city then?”

Dimitri: “I have to complete my mission first, then we can both escape.”

Sophia: “How will we get out? The city is full of enemies.”

Dimitri: “We might be able to use the sewers if the monsoons haven’t fully flooded them yet. The bridges are all out, the highways are a mess, rubble is everywhere, and most roads are impassable”

Sophia: “This town has been ruined by war. It was once so very beautiful.”

Dimitri (gazing at Sophia): “I remember this town and its beauty, but it never could compare to you.” He runs his right hand slowly through her hair. She stands up and moves in close to him and the two embrace and kiss…

She puts both legs around him and he carries her towards her room.

Sophia begins to undo Dimitri’s belt and help him remove his pants and uniform she whispers to him, “Dimitri… I’ve never… You know… Before.”

Dimitri whispers back, “Don’t worry.” And for the first time he didn’t flash back when he spoke the words.

If anybody was on the second floor of the apartment in the last 2 hours, they probably heard what Dimitri and Sophia were doing.

Dimitri lay in bed next to Sophia and he knew that he didn’t want to go but he had to… He slipped out of bed so as not to disturb her and slowly put his uniform and ghillie suit on… He left a note and his silenced 1911 .45 caliber pistol on the nightstand next to her bed.

“Dear Sophia, Being the good soldier that I am, I must follow my orders, I must complete my mission. I can’t explain it, but I know that I don’t want to be away from you. I also know that I will return once my mission is complete and we will leave this city together. I have left you my pistol in the event that you need to defend yourself. If however I am not back in 24 hours I want you to take the sewer in the alley behind the gun store across the street and go south in the sewer. You will eventually come to an opening about 1 mile down in the sewer… Find the 7th Paracommando Regiment and tell them General Arkan has ordered them to get you to Gustavus City where your family is. But fear not for I know I will return. Keep safe.

Signed: General Dimitri Arkan, commander 7th Paracommando Regiment. June 8th, 2004 (He isn’t much for endings because he is used to military formalities)

After he places the note and the pistol (The pistol his father gave him), he quietly exits the apartment and into the night’s mist… He fades into the dark shadows of the ruined city.


The sound of a barking dog stirs Sophia from sleep. She reads the note and realizes Dimitri is gone. Somehow though, she knows he will return. Somehow…











DontPissUsOff
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Founded: 31 Oct 2003
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OOC: My apologies. A combination of British time and this worthless server has made posting impossible until now.

IC: Well well well, thought Scholditz. Nice to hear that some people are seemingly untouched by the madness in the world. The gasping and creaking persisted. Scholditz thought of going through and pointing out to whoever was in there that he was not particularly interested in hearing them going at it, but thought better of it. It might reveal his location. He set his binoculars on the windowsill and looked over the ruined square. Nothing except a pair of sentries, standing in opposite corners of the square, huddled in doorways as protection against the rain. From here, he could kill them both - the furthest was a scant 160 metres off - but he saw no reason to bother. He could escape through this maze easily enough, and the silenced Sa-61 Skorpion in his holster would be enough to deal with anyone in his way. He lit another smoke and watched the sunrise.

Bump.

Edgar Johnson, Chief Deputy of Hendrik County leaves the Sheriff's department and heads for a police hummer... He will have to do some off-roading in a hilly area in the woods. He is chawing leaf tobacco as he heads towards the Hummer...

A youth about 12 years old bicyles up to him. "Hello Deputy Johnson... I saw something real odd out in the woods out by Hendrik Hill."

Johnson is very interested to know more because he is planning to investigate that area. He knows the boy because the boy is the son of a local farmer who lives in the most remote region of Hendrik County.. In a valley near the hilly area.

(Spits tobacco juice on the ground)

Johnson: "Tell me about it Tommy."

Tommy: "Well there was a lot of smoke coming from the area, not like a forest fire, but like campers were out there... There were people wearing army type clothing, but they weren't wearing FWS Defense Force insignia... They had Ak-47s and a few RPGs."

Johnson: "How many were there."

Tommy: "I counted at least 8 of them. But there could have been as many as 12."

Johnson: "What makes you think 12?"

Tommy: "Well the tents they had each sleep 4.... And they had 3 tents."

Johnson: "Thank you... You run along now... You've been a great help."

Johnson realizes there are communist militants hiding in the hills... He will need to radio for army backup... Maybe Paracommandos...

Tommy: "Can I see your gun first please."

Johnson: "Sure." (Withdraws his 1911 .45 caliber pistol from the holster)

Tommy: "Wow it's neat."

Johnson: "You want to fire it?"

Tommy: "Can I really?"

Johnson: "Sure... Aim it at that car over there" (points to the sheriff's impound lot about 50 feet to his left, a POS car seized from a communist sits in it)

Tommy: "Okay now what?"

Johnson: "Grip it nice and tight with both hands, it'll kick. Okay... Now just ease the trigger."

Tommy: (Fires gun... It kicks hard and nearly goes out of his hands)

Tommy: "Can I shoot it again?"

Johnson: "Sure... Fire the whole magazine at the car... Just keep pulling the trigger until it stops firing."

Tommy (Fires 10 more rounds. Each time the kick nearly makes the weapon leave his hands... The slide stays open after the last round): "Here you go" (He hands it back to the deputy) "Thank you deputy Johnson"

Johnson: "No, thank you Tommy, what you told me is going to save me a whole lot of time... I won't have to search for them now."

Tommy: "The communists?"

Johnson: "Yup... Thanks to you now we know where they're hiding."



Chief Deputy Edgar Johnson starts to walk away.



Tommy: "Deputy Johnson may I please have some chaw?"

Deputy Johnson turns around and tosses him an empty pouch of Red Man.

Tommy: "Ah shucks it's empty."

Johnson: "I know. I was just teasing with you... Here you go." (Tosses him a full pouch of Red Man)

Tommy: "Golly thanks Sir." (Bicycles off to tell his friends he got to shoot up a car in the sheriff's impound lot)



Johnson goes back into the station and radios the 8th Paracommando Regiment (based near Wilhelm City)

Some of you may ask how residents of Old Rhodesville are still alive... Well remember when the zombie virus (IG-Virus) infected the city there were several thousand survivors... About 500 made it out of the city, then there were the several hundred people who were away on business etc... The Old Rhodesville was nuked to stop the spread of the infection and New Rhodesville (current Rhodesville) built.

Bump... DontPissUsOff... Your sniper... Take it from here...

I would also like to mention that 2 Celdronian soldiers were found dead... They bodies had petrol poured on them and they were set ablaze... So nobody would know Celdronia had been there.

Bump.

Prince Zacharias has a small group of soldiers at the Lands of Alex emmbassy in the capitol and will aid the government on requeest. He also requests that Empress Sarah be allowed to return to the Lands of Alex temporarily if the threat spreads.

Prince Zacharias has a small group of soldiers at the Lands of Alex emmbassy in the capitol and will aid the government on requeest. He also requests that Empress Sarah be allowed to return to the Lands of Alex temporarily if the threat spreads.



There is no threat... The communists are all basically confined to Rhodesville which is over 1,500 miles from the capital... It is a small bombed out ruin of a city...

Also beneath the Imperial Palace is the "Rhodes Bunker".

Yes but if you need the troops notify me.

OOC: Creldronian not Credonion.

OOC: Creldronian not Credonion.
Fixed.

Bump.

It was noon in Djigrad. The re-construction project was going well, as well as it could be expected. The Fascian Goverment was making various attempts to sabotage the progress of the city, but things were, slowly, getting better. General Lukov had been instructed to lead the re-construction process, and he was becoming increasingly short tempered. Holed up in a makeshift command tent, he barked orders at increasinly nervous subordinates.

'How have the Militia responded to the recent relevations regarding the Fascian prisons?'

An aide sideled up,

'Not well sir. From what I've gleaned from the City Soviet, there was talk of possible reprisal attacks.'

Lukov banged his fist on the table, watching with degree of satisfation as his subordinates flinched.

'The idiots! How are we supposed to establish order with the possibilty of Fascist shelling?'

'What's the probability of that sir?

Lukov leaned back, stroking his beard.

'Admittadly, it's unlikely. The threat of Momanguise military intervention should be enough to deter such action. But that is irrelevant, I am very upset at any reprisals. I will make a personal address to the next Soviet.'

The aide nodded, saluted and made to leave.

'Karkaroff? Stay a moment. There is a distinct possibility the Fascist Civillians remain in the city. I want all Citizens to register.'

'Yes sir....'

At that moment Corps Commander Gerenski entered the tent. The aide bowed out, saluting both men.

'Gerenski? What is the matter?'

'The Militia have reported that they have lost a man. He failed to report for eating, which is most unusual. He is a good Communist, excellent track record. Very little chance of defection. '

'You have a last confirmed location?

'Yes, well.......He and another Militia man believed they had discovered a Fascist civilian. They radioed in, with the location, and one was ordered back. We haven't recieved any futher updates.'

Lukov poured over a map of Djigrad, before coming to his conclusion.

'Send in a brigade from the XXX corps. Make sure their the finest you've got. I don't want a potential blood bath on my hands.'

bump

The clouds continued to unleash all that they had against the city... The rain poured down and many would say it was the end of the world. General Dimitri Arkan had pushed through almost 1 foot of water to get to a suitable location to draw out the enemy... He was in the abandoned bombed out ruin of the Rhodes Motor Corporation building. The building stank of two things, death and oil. He moved slowly so as not to make the metal clang or the floor creak... The rain came in through massive wholes in the roof, it was better than being outside... But not by much, he pulled his Ghillie suit tightly over himself and moved towards a small whole in the wall... He could see a militia command post... He knew that he would now be able to draw the other enemy sniper out to him... The city now had about 3 feet of water rushing down its streets... Dimitri knew that the sewer escape plan wouldn't work... He would have to think of something else to get both Sophia and himself out of the city alive.


He finished setting up his position and selected his first target... A Militia Captain who was sitting in a roofed position outside the building where the Company HQ was, he was reading a newspaper. The noise of the rain was so intense that not even the soldiers several feet away would hear it... Unless they were looking they wouldn't realize what was going on... And Dimitri had a 20 round magazine in his rifle... He planned to take all 20 shots in rapid succession before fading into the shadows of the RMC building and finding a new spot (the building is massive... 30,000,000 sq feet massive. Two stories, each story is 30,000,000 sq ft... Floor 1 is for production, floor 2 is mostly for office and management work).

He took the shot and the captains head exploded with a stream of red...

He moved his rifle to the left, fired and hit a lieutenant in the face between the eyes... He slumped over and fell into the road, washed away.

He moved his rifle more to the left, fired and hit a radio operator. The man fell forward and his chair tipped over. His body landed in the mud. The eyes stayed open. Dimitri didn't want to look into the eyes so he moved his rifle back right and looked for another target.

An Sgt, urinating behind a tree... Dimitri fired; the round drilled the sgt in the back of the head... His brains, pieces of his skull, and tissue splattered onto the tree like an exploding watermelon. He fell over to the side, dead, his pants were still down.

He moved his rifle up and saw a corporal sitting in a window manning a machine gun... He fired; he drilled the man right between the eyes.

He moved his rifle to the left and saw a private with an RPG... He fired and hit the man in the temple. The man fell from the window and made a thud that was totally drowned out by the rain.

A soldier was walking out of the building now and would be going passed where the dead Sgt lay... Arkan took aim at him and cut him down as he neared the tree... He fell into the road and the body was washed away.

A Major came out of the building to talk to the captain. Arkan took aim and fired, as he fired the man moved and the round hit him in the neck... He fell to the ground, twisting and kicking... Before he made any sound that the rain wouldn't drown out, Arkan placed another shot that cut through his cranial cavity.

Arkan counted that he had 11 rounds left in his magazine... He saw an open-topped truck moving slowly through the water... He counted 1 driver, 1 passenger, and 9 soldiers in the back of the truck... How lucky he thought. The truck slowly chugged forward, kicking the water to the left and right as it moved along. The soldiers in the back cursed at the situation, the weather, and their commanders for making them ride in open-topped trucks.

Arkan took aim at the driver and fired... The bullet crashed through the glass and the left eye of the driver, he slumped forward, landing on the steering wheel. The horn went off for about a second before he fell to the side.

The passenger panicked and couldn't get his door open. Arkan put a round through his temple.

The soldiers in the back didn't know what was going on until a round cut through their Sgt's head and sent pieces of brain splattering all over them...

"SNIPER" one yelled, before he too was hit in the head...

A soldier tried to jump over the side of the truck but as he stood up a round went through his ear and into his brain...

The RPG trooper dropped his RPG and tried to scramble out the back of the truck. As he jumped over the back and was in the air, Arkan placed a bullet where he knew the man's head would be when he landed on the ground... Sure enough, the trooper landed and then fell over dead.

One soldier on the truck went crazy and started firing wildly... Arkan dropped him with a shot to the temple.

Another soldier tried to climb into the front and get the truck moving. His climbing ended when a bullet to the frontal lobe sent him into the road and the water washed him away.

The squad medic had gotten out of the truck in the confusion and was wading through the 3 feet of water as fast as he could. He was trying to get to the building where the Company HQ was... Arkan placed a shot that should have hit the man in the head, but the intense storm made precise aim somewhat difficult. The shot hit the man in the back and a stream of blood flew from the wound and was scattered by the rain... The medic fell into the water and was washed away, he was dead... The round hit his heart.

The other 2 men were desperately trying to place where the sniper was located... They were both taking cover under the truck... They were all exposed though from the angle Dimitri was out... He had 2 rounds left... He fired two round in rapid succession and both of their faces hit the mud... They were dead... Arkan slipped back into the shadows of the RMC building as he changed his magazine... He put the empty one back in his pouch as he might need it later if he found more ammunition in a gun store.

Bump.

Bump.

Bump... Awaiting enemy sniper to move into the area... ENEMY SNIPER!!! DPUO!!!! WAKE UP!!!
:)

The game was getting tougher. He'd heard screams before, coming from a gigantic citadel of twisted steel, atop which a broken sign declared "RHODES MOTOR CORPORATION." The rain was slackening little, and now Scholditz cursed it, for it degraded his vision and hearing. Not even his nights sight could help him penetrate the rain and the darkness of that forest of girders. He looked around below and, finding no enemies, dashed across to the gutted wreckage of what had been a warehouse. Scholditz climbed upwards, using the steel that had supported the concrete floor as a climbing frame, and then perched himself on a section of flooring. He grasped a torn section of metal and slowly chiselled a hole in the concrete, then poked the muzzle of the Dragunov through it, sighting through a broken and smashed section of wall; and then he waited, scanning the ground below, switching the IR sight on and off to conserve its' limited battery life.

The Rhodes Motor Corporation Building in Rhodesville is 30,000,000 sq feet... About 1 mile long by 1 mile wide... It is also 2 stories... Each story being 30,000,000 sq ft... The 1st floor is for production and is largely intact... It has partially assembled RMC-200 Trucks and other cars scattered throughout the assembly line... Also lots of machinery and places to take cover... Floor 2 is largely a bombed out ruin... Desks and such are scattered all around, file cabinets, pieces of the roof... Floor 2 was largely for administrative and office work.


General Dimitri Arkan made his way through the ruins of Floor 2... He wanted to get as high as he could so he could get into a spot that would get him a line of sight to the residence of Zeljko Djindjic, about 2 miles away... He knew if he could get the line of sight, he could make the shot...

He continued to move through the twisted metal and ruins of the Floor 2.

General Dimitri Arkan realized that he needed to get a larger caliber rifle... He remembered there was a gun store about 1 block from the RMC Building... He made his way to a whole in the floor and climbed through it to get to floor 1 quicker... He placed his 308 rifle and magazines inside a partially assembled car and made his way to the loading/unloading bay behind the factory... He pulled out his backup .380 pistol and proceeded to exit the loading bay... There was now about 4 feet of water running down the streets... It was truly an awful flood... The city was largely in ruins... Arkan used the pieces of debris that were floating down the roads as stepping-stones to get across the flooded street. He saw two communist militants about 40 feet away coming out of an alley... One of them saw him and moved to unsling his rifle... Arkan quickly raised his .380 pistol and fired 2 round into the first man and 2 more into the second man. Both men fell into the road and the water carried them away.

Fortunately the sound of the rain drowned out the pistol shots.

Dimitri arrived at the gun store... It was largely underwater... Arkan took a deep breath and swam into the store... He had been here before; he knew where the staircase to the second floor was... He swam about 60 feet back into the store, all the while holding his breath... He came to the staircase and finally was able to breath... He walked up the stairs and went to the room where the owner of the store had lived until he fled for his life when the communists took over... He knew the owner had a personal stash of guns in his room... He checked the door, locked... He kicked the door 3 times but it didn't budge much... He aimed his pistol and fired 3 times, the lock was shot off and he managed to open the door...

He immediately went to the closet and opened up the hatch to the attic... Sure enough inside the attic he found what he was looking for.

Barrett 82A1 50BMG Semi Auto Rifle and 100 rounds of ammunition loaded into 10 magazines... He placed one magazine in the rifle, putting the other 9 into the pockets of his vest.

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Dimitri made his way out of the store by jumping out of the second story rear window into the water below... He was an excellent swimmer as he had spent 2 years as a combat diver... Also, it helped that he was swimming with the current... The water carried him towards the RMC building... As he approached the loading/unloading area he swam diagonal and managed to get onto dry cement... He started to head towards the door when he sensed something was wrong.

I see you, mr friend. Scholditz held his breath, took aim at the shape in the mist, and squeezed the Dragunov's trigger...

Arkan moved forward as the enemy sniper pulled the trigger and the bullet flew through the air and lodged itself in his left shoulder blade... Dimitri screamed in pain as he dove forward and into the RMC building...

His left arm was essentially useless to him.. But he had to complete his mission... He ran deep into the building and set up a position... He would wait for the enemy sniper to finish him off... He made sure the blood trail would take the enemy sniper into a corner of the factory where he would get the perfect shot at him... The blood trail he left led to the middle of the factory where he would get the perfect shot in...

He sat and waited, and cursed his pain... He opened a small bottle of morphine and took a fistful of pills... He didn't want to fall asleep so he took another bottle of pills from his pouch and took a fistful of amphetamines.

He sat and waited... The pills started to kick in and he felt nearly invincible...

DPUO awaiting you.

Scholditz cursed as he watched his quarry vanish into the RMC building, wondering what to do next. He didn't doubt that if he followed there would be an ambush for him, but he was loath to simply wait for his target to reappear. He climbed slowly down the net of steel and couched in the darkness at ground level, feeling the size of the plant oppress his spirit. He looked in through the night-sight, and, seeing nothing, sprinted in towards the entrance. Once inside, he knelt down within a tangle of steel girders that had piled up by the entrance, evidently the victim of a mortar or something similar, and watched. He could still see a faint, swift-moving green shape on his night-sights.

He waited another ten minutes, and then realised that he no longer saw that green heat source. Never lose your target, because odds are he'll be aiming at you. Scholditz walked in a crouch, moving up the stairs until he could poke the rifle barrel above the stairway and see into the second storey. Then, without warning, the stairs, battered too long by morats, shells and the elements, gave a piteous moan and gave way beneath him. He realised in a second the new danvger, and entirely instinctively he pulled himself up onto the second floor, giving a grunt of effort and surprise as he did so.

General Dimitri Arkan, who was on the first floor of the building saw movement through a hole in the roof... He took aim and fired, but the round missed, his aim was off due to his wounded condition... The enemy dove for cover and Arkan crawled off to get into a new position.

General Dimitri Arkan cursed himself as he crawled into a new hiding spot. How could he have missed... He took up a new spot under sheets of metal that were leaning against a pile of concrete blocks... There was a tarp draped over most of it and he could see out over the blocks to get a field of view of the entire middle of the factory... He leaned his rifle on the blocks and draped the tarp over most of the rifle... He would sit and wait.

Scholditz jacked himself up on one elbow and crawled forwards towards the remnants of a stack of packing crates. But the factory seemed to have a malignant will against him now. With a creak part of the floor gave beath him, and this time there was nothing to cling on to. He fell through to the first storey, landing on a heap of machine parts covered by a heavy canvas tarpaulin and amazingly unscathed in the devastation. He just had time to realise how odd it was and realise that he had lost his Dragunov when he saw a flash to his right and his right thigh burst into a bright sunflower of pain.

General Arkan couldn't believe his luck. The enemy sniper fell through the ceiling... Arkan fired once, hitting him in the leg...

The man was on the ground bleeding... He had dropped his rifle when he fell. He was reaching for his pistol... But his arms and hands were badly hurt from the fall... He struggled to get his holster opened...

Arkan got up, dropped his 50 caliber, and ran over to the man... He smashed his boot onto the hand the man was using to try to reach his pistol... The man cried out in pain.

Arkan: "Hello friend... What are you doing here? Who sent you?”

As he asks the questions he twists his boot into the mans hand... He hears the bones in the mans hand snap...


Arkan draws his own pistol and tells the man "Sit up. Cross your legs and keep your hands on your head."

Suddenly a voice calls out from a microphone from outside the building.

Communist Captain: “General Arkan… We know you are somewhere in the building. We have it surrounded… There is somebody here who wants to say hello to you… You have 5 minutes to come out of the building unarmed with your hands in the air or the girl dies”

Sophia: “Don’t give yourself up Dimitri.”

Commie captain to Sophia: “Shut up Fascist swine.”

General Arkan peeks out a window: “Damnit”… They had captured Sophia…



About 30 minutes ago back in the apartment building the communists were searching every room… As they burst into the apartment Sophia was in, she ran for the gun Dimitri had left but one of them managed to get in between her and the door to the room the gun was in…

Commie 1: “Sit down over there and don’t cause any trouble or else” (Points to a chair with his rifle)

Commie 2: “What was she running for?”

Commie 1: “Lets see.”

Commie 2 (goes into the room): “It’s a pistol, expensive looking, nice silencer, 1911, caliber .45 ACP… Something is engraved on it, 2nd Lieutenant D Arkan. (It was originally given to Dimitri by his father as a present for getting his commission in the army as a 2nd lieutenant)

Commie 1: (his eyes go wide when he hears the name ARKAN) “Get the captain in here now.”

Commie 2 (into a radio): “Captain… We found something… You need to see it.”

Captain (hurries down from 3rd floor): “What is it… What have you got?”

Commie 2: “This” (hands him the pistol)

Captain: “Dimitri Arkan… My God… The rumors are true… He is in the city. He must have been the one who wiped out the two squads about 2 blocks from the RMC building. Also about 30 sentries and soldiers on patrol have failed to report in for duty. One truck is missing” (it floated away down the road after Arkan killed the driver)

Captain (turns to Sophia who is being covered by Commie 1’s rifle): “What was Arkan doing here… Why did he leave his pistol? What do you know? Talk!”

Sophia: “I know nothing.”

Captain (Slaps her): “Talk!”

Commie 1: “Sir… Orders of Party Secretary Djindjic, no more civilians are to be harmed… He says enough have died already.”

Captain: “Very well… Bring her… Follow me.”

Commie 1 and Commie 2 lift her out of the chair and push her forward, keeping an AK-47 trained on her back.




Now at the RMC Building Arkan knew it was a bad situation.


Arkan didn’t know what to do… He was certain Zeljko would execute him… He’d probably have her killed as well…

Arkan was at a crossroads; he had always lived at the expense of others. He paused as he flashed back to Old Rhodesville… He left his platoon to die while he went off on a secret mission to earn 100,000,000 for the company that had leaked the virus in the first place… He had sent the platoon of police outside to fight zombies in Wilhelmsville and they all died… He shook himself out of the flash back… No more would he survive at the expense of others, that Dimitri was gone… Maybe he would die, but he wouldn’t survive at the cost of others anymore…

He moved towards the door and called to them, “I’m coming out.”

The wounded enemy sniper was groaning in pain…

Arkan turned to him; “I suppose if I don’t get you out of here they’d never know you’re in here… With that wound you’d probably die.”

Arkan called out the window, “One minute.”

Arkan himself was in great pain as his morphine was wearing off… But he managed to help the enemy sniper get on his feet and leaning against Arkan, the sniper was able to walk… They both walked out the door...

Arkan put his hands into the air.

Communist Captain: "Discard your pistol."

Arkan took his .380 backup sidearm out of the holster and threw it into the water... He also threw his knife into the water.

Arkan: "I am completely unarmed now."

The communists immediately rushed towards the door and helped the communist sniper away…

Then they jammed and AK-47 in Dimitri’s back and ordered him into a small boat… The communist captain and 2 communist soldiers climbed into the boat, forcing Sophia into the boat as well.

Communist Captain: “Go to Party Secretary Djindjic’s residence… The house of the hill.”

The boat speeds off down the river that was where the road had once been… About 5 feet of water now flows through most of the streets of Rhodesville.

General Arkan ponders his fate.

"Here, comrade. Drink." offered the Communist militiaman. Scholditz downed the vodka gladly, and then looked at his saviour. He gazed into the man's eyes for some time. The latter became uneasy, looking away. "So," he asked, "where are you from, comrade? Which militia unit?"
"I am from no militia," Scholditz growled. "I am a professional soldier." The Militiaman looked at him with a puzzled look. "What are we, then?" he asked.
"You're terrorists," replied Scholditz disgustedly. The militiaman was taken aback, but Scholditz grabbed him with his good hand and pulled him closer. "My father was a tanker in our Motherland War. He taught me a code of honour, comrade. 'Never attack the defencesless; they cannot defend themselves. Never attack prisoners; they have surrendered themselves. And always help the helpless; for they cannot help themselves.' I've lived by that in my whole damn career. You all see yourselves as so much better than the fascists, you go on about how they are murderers and terrorists and beasts, and then you take a defenceless girl hostage!" The rage in his voice was unmistakeable. The militiamen in the room looked at each other. "What are you, are you any more then terrorists youselves?" Scholditz continued loudly. He breathed hard as the pain in his leg returned, and then asked contemptuously: "Where are the real Communists here? Where comrades?" He shook his head disgustedly and went back to the vodka.

The militiaman walked out of the room, and looked at his own girlfriend, sleeping soundly in the bed she had near the fire; he looked up at the stars, and out at the ruined city below him, and he came to a decision. He knew what the militiamen would do to Sohpia: they would rape her mercilessly. They would make Arkan watch, then kill him slowly and painfully, and then rape her and keep her for themselves. And that was NOT how he had been taugh a Marxist behaved. What would comrade Karl think of us now? he asked himself angrily. He walked over to the radio and dialled in the frequency used by the transport boat.

The boat arrived at the residence in the center of town on the hill... The hill and the house were the only thing that was untouched by the flood...

Inside the house was Communist Militants Party leader Zeljko Djindjic.

The communist militia soldier jumped out of the boat and pulled it closer to dry land...

The communist captain pointed his AK-47 towards the land and ordered Dimitri and Sophia to move, "GET OUT!!" he shouted.

The two complied and were escorted up the hill to the house.

About 30 Communist militia soldiers were sleeping on the land, the porch etc... They had taken shelter because of the flooding...

2 Members of the Red Guards stood in front of the door...

One of them spat in General Arkan’s face as he was being escorted in. Another punched him in the stomach.
"Hail Rhodes" they mockingly called out.

Arkan was escorted into an office... The captain jammed the AK-47 into his back, "SIT"... Arkan sat down in a seat opposite a desk... The large chair behind the desk spun around and facing Dimitri was the communist leader himself...


Dimitri: "Zeljko Djindjic... It's been a while Zeljko."

Zeljko: "Ah... Dimitri Arkan... Congratulations on making General... Perhaps you'll even get the Rhodes Cross... But I'm afraid it will probably be posthumously."

The two begin to talk... The communist captain and a Red Guard soldier keep their guns trained on Dimitri...

In the other room Sophia screams for help as a communist militant attempts to pin her down so he can rape her. Zeljko says to a Red Guards soldier, "Kill that man... I don't want undisciplined rabble in my army."

The Red Guards soldier walks into the other room and kicks the soldier away from Sophia... He then pulls out a pistol and shoots the man.

Zeljko to Dimitri: "See... I unlike you am not without some mercy."

Dimitri: "Thank you."

Zeljko takes out a cigar and begins to smoke... He leans back in his chair and the two men sit quietly for what seems to Dimitri like an eternity.

(DETAILED CONVERSATION SOON)

Zeljko leaned forward in his chair and blew cigar smoke in Arkan’s face

Arkan: “Would you happen you have another one of those?”

Zeljko: “I suppose, consider it your last request.” (Opens the box of cigars and holds it out. Arkan takes one out of the box, uses a cigar cutter on it, and a guard lights it.)

Arkan: “So when are you going to kill me?”

Zeljko: “Do you have one reason why I shouldn’t? I have two reasons why I should… The head’s of my two sons that you yourself killed… Do you even know the names of those you kill? DO YOU! TELL ME THEIR NAMES.”

Arkan: “I… I don’t know… I just follow orders.”

Zeljko: “A man who hides behind his orders… You’re a classic Arkan… You’re a classic. You know they tried the following orders defense at Nuremberg… Where did it get them?”

Arkan: “The gallows.”

Zeljko: “Exactly…. And oh, their names were Karl and Leon. Tell me Dimitri what did you feel as you pulled the trigger and ended their lives.”

Arkan: “Honestly… Let me tell you ever since your militants killed my wife 19 years ago I’ve felt nothing… Nothing mattered, it was all just revenge and praying everyday to die.”

Zeljko: “Why didn’t you just shoot yourself?”

Arkan: “I could never find the courage to.”

Zeljko: “A man who made general at 37, has 4 Fascian Crosses 1st Class, 12 Fascian Crosses 2nd Class, 18 Fascian Wound Badges, 6 Fascian Assault badges, a qualified sniper, combat diver, and you also have your jump wings… You couldn’t find the courage. If you lack courage than God help us all.”

Arkan: “I guess.”

Zeljko: “What is your mission here General. Were you sent to kill me?”

Arkan: “Yes… My primary mission is to kill you.”

Zeljko (to the captain): “Do you have his pistol that was found in the apartment? Put it in front of him,”

Captain (places pistol in front of Arkan)

Zeljko: “Well General… This is the only chance you’re ever going to get… Pick up your pistol and complete your mission.”

Arkan: “Do you really think that I’m…” (Interrupted by Zeljko)

Zeljko: “DO IT!”

Arkan: “I won’t.”

Zeljko: “What will High command think? The Great General Arkan failed to complete his mission.”

Arkan: “I don’t care… I’m so tired of killing.”

Zeljko: “You tired of killing? I’d of thought that the sun would sooner tire of rising than you tire of killing.”

Arkan: “Yes… I have killed more than I can remember. All I can remember is death and destruction. That is all I have done.”

Zeljko: “Well General… I have a question for you.”

Arkan: “Ask.”

Zeljko: “Tell me General… Where are my wife and two daughters, are they still alive. Or have you killed them as well?”

Arkan: “They’re alive.”

Zeljko: “Obviously I want them back… I am sure you can arrange it… You will make a radio call to your Regiment Base… When they get here safely you and the woman may leave unharmed… Do you accept?”

Arkan: “Yes”

Zeljko: “Good… And General… I don’t want to see you in Rhodesville again… This is my city… If you are ever caught in this city again… I’ll kill you myself and believe me it won’t be quick and painless.

Arkan: “Understood.”

Zeljko: “Now I’m sure you’d like to get right to making that radio call, and you’d probably like to get out of your uniform, you’re thoroughly soaked.”

Arkan: “I’ll make the call… But I’m a Fascian General and I’ll stay in my Fascian Uniform.”

Zeljko: “That is your choice.”

Zeljko (To captain): “Get a radio in here.”

Captain turns to exit the room and go get a radio.

Zeljko: “General… Let me see that nice watch of yours.”

Arkan (In a hesitant tone): “Are you sure… (Voice shaky) It’s just a watch.”

Zeljko (remembering his days as a paracommando): “What would happen if I pressed this button here as I turned this dial?”

Arkan: “Nothing.”

Zeljko: “Don’t lie to me General… I’m not a fool. I was in the 4th Regiment for 2 years you know.”

Arkan: “Well I didn’t know that… Well then you should know what pressing the button while turning the dial does.”

Zeljko: “Where are the charges located?”

Arkan: “Mostly on key spots of the sandbag levies that are protection the northern part of the city.”

Zeljko: “Where else. And how much is there?

Arkan: “Over 500 lbs of C-4 scattered throughout the city in crucial buildings… The police station, the reserve armory, the hospital, the western bridge.”

Zeljko: “Thank you for your honesty general. We will begin to remove the charges immediately… I hope you understand if I hold onto this (the watch)… You have a bad history of not showing your full hand.”

Arkan: “No objections.”

Captain returns with the radio and places it in front of Zeljko.

Zeljko: “What frequency is it?”

Arkan: “I’d prefer you let me set the frequency with nobody looking.”

Zeljko: “Tell me the frequency.”

Arkan tells him the frequency and within 30 seconds they have raised the 7th Paracommando regiment outside the city.

Arkan: 7th Paracommando… This is General Dimitri Arkan… Come in over.

Major Gustavus Rhodes (yes he is one of the emperor’s sons and the first heir to the throne): “This is Major Gustavus Rhodes 1st battalion of the 7th regiment… What is your situation general? Is the eagle down? Over.”

Arkan: “Negative. The eagle still flies. Over”

Zeljko (in a laughing manner): “Ah so I’m an eagle now… Good to know I’m still flying.”

Major Rhodes: “What do you want General? Over.”

Arkan: “I want you to get word to the 7th Regiment Base to get Zeljko’s wife and daughters back here ASAP. Over.”

Major Rhodes: “Now General… You know we can’t send detainees into a city held by communists… Over.”

Zeljko (laughingly): “If he doesn’t send them in… We’ll be sending a General’s body out.”

Arkan: “There are extenuating circumstances that make it crucial you follow the orders. Over.”

Major Rhodes: “I’m afraid I’ll have to object sir… I cannot follow that order… Over.”

Arkan: “Gustavus… Please as a favor to me… We are friends after all… Aren’t we? Please Gustavus, just bend the rules a little. Over.”

Major Rhodes: “Fine… Just this once… You owe me one, and nobody is to know about this except us… Agreed? Over.”

Arkan: “Agreed, and thank you so much Gustavus. Over.”

Major Rhodes: “Don’t mention it. Over.”

Arkan: “Mention what? Over.”
Major Rhodes: “Exactly… Over,”

Major Rhodes makes the call to the Regiment base and the wife and daughters of Zeljko are soon on their way towards Rhodesville in an Elephant T/A helicopter.



Arkan and Zeljko keep sitting in their chairs and smoking cigars... Talking about Zeljko's 2 years in the Paracommandos, his political career, and Dimitri's many war crimes.

Bump.

Back in Hendrik County of Central Province, Chief Deputy Edgar Johnson had radioed for the 8th Paracommando Regiment to make a sweep through the Rhodes National Nature Reservation. In particular, near Hendrik Hill and Hendrik Valley. The deputy was driving down Rhodes Highway #8, a rural highway, when he saw something seemed odd... A tree was down in the middle of the road... He stopped his RMC-400 Police Truck (AWD of course) and he got out...


Johnson (To himself): "Well don't that just beat all... A tree crashed down in right in the middle of the road."

He started to walk back to his Truck... As he neared the truck an RPG flew through the air and smashed into the truck... The explosion blew him clear off the road and sent him flying about 40 feet down the drop that occurs at the left side of the road, he was alive but seriously injured...

Johnson realized he was probably in big trouble... His Fn-Fal, MP-5, and SPAS-12 were all in the truck, along with his spare ammunition, and other vital equipment... All he had were two pistols, a 1911-A1 (.45 ACP), and a Glock-26 (9mm). He had 1 spare magazine for the glock and 4 spare magazines for the 1911-A1.

He reached his badly mangled left hand over to the holster of his .45... He struggled to break the holster open and he withdrew the pistol with his right hand (largely unharmed hand)... As he was trying to sit up to get his bearings, a squad of communist guerillas was rushing down the hill on the right side of the road, heading towards him... They were about 600 feet away.

He managed to get himself standing and started to limp away... AK-47 rounds impacted near him... The guerillas were about 200 feet away... He turned and fired 3 round from his 1911... He hit and killed one of the communists; the other 9 went to ground... He managed to run through the woods for about 700 more feet before he came upon a swamp, Hendrik Swamp... He jumped into the swamp and waded through the muck and water, he was hoping to make it to cover in a cave deep inside the swamp... He would hold out until somebody came looking for him when he didn't report in.

He heard a shout from about 400 feet behind him. "YOU CAN'T RUN FOR EVER DEPUTY... YOU'RE A DEAD MAN... YOU HEAR ME... YOU'RE THROUGH."


ADDED: Picture a winding country road, in a heavily forested area... The road sometimes curves in the way that you don't know which way it will go so you must take it slow... To the right of the road is a hill... To the left of the road is a gradual drop that turns into a swamp...

The swamp terrified the deputy... He knew there were many crocodiles in the swamp... He knew because he had thrown many a communist, dead and alive, into the swamp... He staggered forward praying that he would make it to the cave before the communists caught up to him...

But he was being followed... Unbeknownst to him a crocodile was following him...

When he was knocked forward into the water as something that felt like a train hit his back, he knew what it was...

He kicked and punched at the beast to try to keep it away... He knew his glock would fire underwater... During the struggle he managed to get his glock out the holster, pull the slide back so it filled with water and get ready to fire...
The crocodile came in for another attack, he fired at it 3 times, each one hit... But the sound was much greater underwater and his eardrums ruptured. Also his left arm had been completely severed in the attack... He knew he bleed to death very shortly... He stood up and staggered forward... The crocodile swam off to go and die... The deputy stopped walking only long enough to remove his belt to use as a tourniquet...

He ran forward until he finally made it to the cave... He went inside and collapsed behind a large rock, trying to squeeze into a crevice to be out of sight.

The communists were still very close; they had shot 3 crocodiles and suddenly came upon one that was dead…

Commie 1: “Is that one we shot?”

Commie 2: “No I don’t think so… They look like pistol shots…”

Commie 3 (really loud): “HEY DEPUTY WE SEE YOU RAN INTO A CROC”.

The 9 communists move forward, periodically complaining about the swamp and the mosquitoes, etc.

The deputy moved deep into the cave and collapsed behind a large rock… He wondered how long before help would arrive.


3 Elephant T/A helicopters (each has 10 men for a total of 1 platoon) from the 8th Paracommando Regiment were flying low over the Rhodes Highway #8…

Copilot of 1st Elephant: “Smoke 400 feet ahead… Coming from what appears to have been a Truck… RMC-400 if I’m not mistaken… RMC, Damn fine trucks.”

Lieutenant of the platoon: “Can you set down on the road?”

Pilot of 1st elephant: “Yes.”

Lieutenant (to the other two pilots): “I want you all to set down on the road… We found something.”

The 3 elephants set down on the road and 10 Paracommandos pile out from each… The lieutenant walks up the smoldering twisted wreck that was a while ago the deputy’s truck…

Lieutenant: “What the hell… Come on boys we got to find the deputy… He’s in some serious sh—“

The Lieutenant spotted a blood trail that ran down the hill and into the swamp…

Lieutenant: “This way boys… Search pattern Alpha 2…”

The 30 men fan out and head down the hill, each about 35 feet from the other, and they make their way into the swamp and the horrors that await them.

Dang, they banned FWS and now I don't get to see how this one ends.

:(

Scholditz cursed as he watched his quarry vanish into the RMC building, wondering what to do next. He didn't doubt that if he followed there would be an ambush for him, but he was loath to simply wait for his target to reappear. He climbed slowly down the net of steel and couched in the darkness at ground level, feeling the size of the plant oppress his spirit. He looked in through the night-sight, and, seeing nothing, sprinted in towards the entrance. Once inside, he knelt down within a tangle of steel girders that had piled up by the entrance, evidently the victim of a mortar or something similar, and watched. He could still see a faint, swift-moving green shape on his night-sights.

He waited another ten minutes, and then realised that he no longer saw that green heat source. Never lose your target, because odds are he'll be aiming at you. Scholditz walked in a crouch, moving up the stairs until he could poke the rifle barrel above the stairway and see into the second storey. Then, without warning, the stairs, battered too long by morats, shells and the elements, gave a piteous moan and gave way beneath him. He realised in a second the new danvger, and entirely instinctively he pulled himself up onto the second floor, giving a grunt of effort and surprise as he did so.

I got railroaded and deleted


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Well just damn great...this was actually going really well! Thankyou very much, people!

well, he asked me to round this off for him, and I don't see what harm it could cause, if anyone (like the mods) is against it, I apologise in advance for it, because I can see this may be controversial. (This could and may be conceived as a breach of the ban, and I would be accomplice to it.)
He says that even if you hated him, he wishes you all the best (again) and hopes you enjoy this contribution from beyond the grave.



The 30 Paracommandos from the 8th Regiment move deeper into the swamp. Their lieutenant is very anxious about entering this swamp… He knows that many people have entered it, but few return… It was once notorious as a haven for Stalinist guerillas, he is worried it might have bobby traps all throughout… His fears are confirmed when a loud explosion occurs about 150 feet to his right… Two of his soldiers are screaming and kicking around in the water, he trigged a wire that opened up a can containing grenades with no pins (Remove the pin, drop it in a can, it holds it down so it doesn’t go off… Rig the wire so it will make the can open and the grenades spill out and go off when the wire is tripped)… As a nearby comrades moves to help them he is vaporized as he triggers an improvised mine made from a 155mm howitzer shell…

The soldiers near their commander can tell from the whispered “Sh—“ that the lieutenant is less than thrilled about the turn of events… The two men hit by the grenades are both dead about 20 seconds later from their massive wounds… The lieutenant moves over and removes their dog tags… “Lets keep moving people… Watch your step.” The lieutenant knows more people will likely die because his unit isn’t properly trained for swamp warfare, their specialty is urban warfare, but they were the only platoon available to send in on such short notice… He remembered the notice, the battalion commander walked up and said, “Your platoon is moving out in 10 minutes, grab your sh—and get moving.”

Deputy Johnson is in the cave breathing what he thinks are his last breaths… But he may yet live, he is certain that the communists haven’t managed to follow him… Their taunting stopped about 10 minutes ago, although he can’t hear much of anything now so they could be right next to him and he’d never know it unless he saw them. Although he’d have to see them through his right eye, since his left eye was covered by blood, tissue, and muck. He struggles into a sitting position, he is thankful he finally managed to stop the bleeding from where his left arm used to be… But the bleeding has stopped; using his right hand (The only hand he has J) he removes a tin of plug tobacco from his pocket, he bites off a large size and starts to chew it… He tries to keep his mind off his terrible predicament, but he can’t help but think he will die.

The 27 Paracommandos continue to wade through almost chest deep swamp water as they search for insurgents and a missing deputy… But they are in a swamp that is massive. FWS is about ¼ the size of the USA… Central Province is ½ of FWS, and Hendrik County is ¼ of Central Province… The swamp is about 1/8 of Hendrik County. (Think Pripet Marshes in Belarus)

The lieutenant is wading through the water checking a map when a shot rings out, a 7.62x39mm round tears into his frontal lobe, he falls over backwards into the swamp.

The Sgt about 20 feet away calls out “SNIPER” before he dives into the water for cover… The other men dive in as well but 1 of them is hit in the side of the helmet as he is diving for cover, the bullet was deflected off the helmet though… He was lucky.

The men remain crouched behind trees, or behind whatever cover they can find… They have no idea where the sniper fire is coming from… One of them holds up a mirror and starts to look around, he sees a glint from a scope and immediately thinks, “Of course, that’s where I be, how could I not have known it?” He whispers to his buddy, “Get up and run your ass off to the left… I can get this guy. I just need him to sit up.” The soldier replies, “Are you sure? Make sure you get him.” The other soldier, “I’m sure… I can get him… Trust me.”

The soldier jumps up and starts to run through… As he stood up a shoot rang out but he was already running, it landed where he was… He continues to run; another shoot rings out, slightly in front of him… The other soldier behind the tree stands up and blazes away with the entire magazine from his Fn-Fal at where the sniper is positioned… In a tree about 300 feet away the sniper falls from his position and lands in the murky water… A loud “splash” sounds…

The soldier stops running and rejoins his comrade, “Good job.” He replies, “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

A sgt assumes command of the unit, takes the dog tags the lieutenant had collected, and takes the lieutenant’s own dog tags as well.

The 26 men move forward… They move on about 400 feet before one of the men is dragged under the water… Nobody realizes it though; he was one of the flankers and was about 100 feet away from his nearest comrade… Another man gets dragged under the water, but he fires off his gun as he is being attacked and 4 other men wade through the water to get to him… One screams as he points his gun and blazes away “CROCODILES!!!” Another man is dragged under the water. The 4 men continue to blaze away into the water, shooting at any bubble… Another man on the far side of the line is dragged under the water… 6 Soldier rush to where he was and begin to fire into the water… They hit a crocodile and the beast swims away wounded… The other 4 men on the other side killed 2 crocodiles…

The 22 men move forward… They wonder if they’ll ever make it out of here alive… The map they got from the lieutenant is usual because it is now covered in blood and is soaked with muck and water… They’ve been wading through the swamp for about 6 hours now… They realize they’re probably terribly lost and some think they’ll never make it out alive. One of the soldiers vocalizes his concerns, “We’re fu---- We’re going to die here.”

The sgt calls back, “Stow it…”

Another replies, “The lieutenants dead, 7 other guys are dead… Lets get out of here.”

The sgt turns around and callously says, “If you don’t move I’ll kill you myself.”

The 22 men move forward…

The communists are having problems of their own… The sniper they placed in the tree hasn’t replied and a crocodile killed 1 of their men… They are now just 7, when once they were 10. They a cave in the distance, the second in command says, “Think we should check it out.” The leader replies, “You go check it out, take 2 men with you… I’ll lead the rest of the men forward. Meet at Outpost 2 in 3 hours.”

The 2nd in command leads 2 men off towards the caves while the commander leads the rest of the squad forward.

The deputy has concealed himself in a crevice, he is so covered with dirt and muck that once could scarcely tell he is white, although his face is as pale as a ghost due to the blood loss. Through the ringing in his ears he hears voices, they seem to be moving into the cave, but he isn’t sure because he cannot hear well due to the massive damage to his ear drums… He crawls back further into the crevice and goes prone… Hoping whoever it is will pass him by; he figures it won’t be anybody to help him, at least not this early.

The 22 Paracommandos move forward, only a trickle of light now peeks through the tall trees. The night animals are beginning their nightly orchestra of hoots, howls and other sounds that send chills down the spine. A crow is silhouetted against the fading sunlight; the “Caw” is particularly disturbing to the men… They hear the owls begin to hoot, and the insects begin their night melodies… They know night is upon them… They also know the crocodiles will be back once the sun goes down… A distant howl of a coyote echoes throughout the swamp… What puts the greatest fear into the men is the roar of a swamp tiger…

Paracommando 1: “What… Do you think that was?”

Paracommando 2: “Probably just a coyote… Nothing to be worried about.”

Paracommando 3: “It’s a swamp tiger, and it’ll swallow you whole.”

Sgt (to paracommando 3): “Keep walking and keep quiet… There ain’t no tigers in this swamp.”

The Sgt’s words might have been taken as true had not a second later a tiger leapt off a branch of a tree and landed on Paracommando 3.

Paracommando 3: “GET IT OFF ME!!! OH GOD HELP ME.”

The Sgt and the other two Paracommandos were worried about hitting the other man but one finally got a good shot and took it… The tiger roared in pain and ran off into the night’s mist…

The other two Paracommandos help the man up, luckily his injuries are minor… He used his rifle as a shield to keep the tiger from getting at his neck.

A paracommando blazed away into the darkness in the direction the tiger had fled, but his bullets found only trees or empty air…

The communist 2nd in command in the cave heard gunfire in the distance, perhaps less than 2 miles away.

The 22 men move forward, uncertain of their fate…

At a base in northern White Western Province, in a valley about 40 miles east of Rhodesville… The soldiers of the 1st Horse Cavalry Brigade and the 2nd Mountain Division were just preparing for lights out… A torrential deluge of rain that was being driven by the monsoons had replaced the usual cool night breeze. The base was designed so that it could hold out for prolonged periods of time provided supplies could get in via the air… Any of three airstrips could provide adequate facility for resupply, or airdrops would work failing the airstrip. Fascian bases even in peacetime resembled Vietnam War Firebases.

(Unlike modern US Bases that have only chain link fences to keep out intruders, Fascian bases were all designed with the idea that the surrounding populace could turn hostile at any second and lay siege to them.)

The 18 regiments of the 2nd Mountain Division were preparing to sleep… Each regiment had to provide 3 platoons to guard the perimeter; there was a 4-hour rotation for guard duty… At any given time there were about 1,620 riflemen manning the perimeter bunkers, the machine gun nests, or mounting patrols… However all patrols in the nearby hills and jungles had been cancelled due to the horrendous weather.

A young soldier, a private a few months over 18 years old, he sits in a trench, he stares out, and in all directions it is the same thing, nothing but rain… And lots of rain, the rain makes vision passed about 50 feet nearly impossible. An Sgt next to the private scans the distance with thermal vision goggles.

The young soldier speaks up, “Damnit Sarge, the recruiters didn’t say anything about staying on perimeter guard for 4 hours in a row in the middle of weather this sh-----.”

Sgt: “The conditions you find in the army are on a need to know basis… And until your name is on the contract you don’t need to know.”

Private: “But I signed it 7 months ago.”

Sgt: “That’s right. And now you know. So keep your mouth closed and your eyes open.”

Private 1 (to the private next to him): “What does Sgt really think is going to happen… Nobody would be stupid enough to attack a firebase garrisoned by an entire Infantry Division and a Horse Brigade.”

Private 2: “Yeah I hear that.”

Sgt: “Listen ladies I said shut it… There have been reports of enemy movement in this area… Lots of movement… Now keep quiet and use your goggles to look for anything.”

The Sgt suddenly sees something that makes his jaw drop… Thousands of figures in the distance… He counts at least a reinforced Regiment (In total there are 8 Divisions of Insurgents. About 144,000 irregulars total)

Sgt: “Sh—… We got movement all along the perimeter, lots of movement… Batteries 1,2 and 3. Illumination on A-18 through A-24, B-19 through B-27”….

12 155mm Howitzers inside the base perimeter come to life and each fires 3 illumination flares… The night becomes day and the soldiers on the western perimeter see the thousands of enemies about 600 meters away. There are numerous squads of enemy Sappers that had managed to crawl to within about 100 meters…

About 3 trenches over from the SGT a corporal screams, “RPG” as he grabs his buddy and jumps out of his position. A rocket slams into his position and exploded right where the two of them just were…

All along the line RPGS and mortars begin to crash down… The Guerilla artillery on the hills overlooking the base open fire with approximately 600 155mm Howitzers… The 2nd Mountain never planned on such a horrible barrage, they didn’t think the enemy could get artillery over the mountains and jungles… If they had thought enemy artillery would be a problem then this base wouldn’t have been built in the valley. The 3 air strips were immediately shelled to the point they were now unusable… There were large holes blown all along the airstrips, also 8 C-130s were knocked out and they would prove crucial in blocking the airstrips…

The base sirens sounded and over 21,000 soldiers of the Horse Brigade and 2nd Mountain Infantry were roused from sleep and began to hastily grab their gear and their armor and prepare to head towards their assigned positions.

The commanding General Charles Castries who had been awakened by the shelling immediately knew the base was in trouble from the severity of the barrage… “How did they get heavy artillery through the hills and mountains… And so much heavy artillery… Good God”

He got into his jeep and under heavy shelling he drove to the base command bunker…

General Castries: “What is the situation colonel?”

Colonel Henry Martel: “The enemy is attacking in strength all along the perimeter. All 3 airstrips have been knocked out… Phone lines are down, several minutes ago one of their shells hit the main ammunition supply depot and destroyed about 80% of it. We were lucky to save the 20% we managed to. They’ve shelled the air control tower… It was brought down… They shelled the vehicle depots and we estimate we’ve lost about 50 Eland Mk-7s thus far.”

General Castries: “Return fire… Shell them back.”

Colonel Martel: “We only have about 100 howitzers… Most of our heavy artillery was taken to surround and intimidate Rhodesville… You know that."

General Castries: “Why haven’t you radioed for reinforcements yet?”

Colonel Martel: “The 3rd Airborne Paratrooper Division is currently mobilizing… But they cannot promise they’ll be able to make the jumps in this weather… We’re in a monsoon you know.”

General Castries: “I want 1st Armored and 1st Mechanized here within 12 hours.”

Colonel Martel: “How would they get through? The mountain roads are all washed out by the storms…”

General Castries: “Get me General George W. Lemay of Air Command.”

Colonel Martel: “Su-25s can’t handle this weather… General.”

General Castries: “Radio him anyway… Tell him to find some pilots who are as crazy as they are lucky.”

Colonel Martel: “Yes General… I’ll have an aide get right on that.”

General Castries: “Do it yourself.”

Colonel Martel: “Yes sir.”

All along the perimeter the soldiers of the 1st Cavalry Brigade and the 2nd Mountain Division are holding their own against the swarms of enemies…

The superior training and discipline of the base defenders is beginning to pay… But the guerilla General realizes this and has ordered his soldiers to dig trenches parallel to the enemy… Sappers continue to fire RPGs and rifled grenades into the foxholes, trenches, machine guns nests, and bunkers of the Defenders…

General Castries received word that General Lemay can send in 8 Su-25s and 32 Mi-24s to provide close support.

The Su-25s were already on the way as Castries received word they were being sent… But what General Castries didn’t know is that the enemy had setup over 100 SAM sites in the hills around the valley. Also there were about 1,000 Shoulder Launched SAMS scattered throughout the various guerilla divisions.

The 8 Su-25s arrived on scene to provide the much needed air support… 6 were immediately downed by SA-10s SAMs… The other 2 were shot down by shoulder launched SA-17s.

General Castries smashed his fist on a bunker desk, “Damnit” he yelled out…

Colonel Martel approached him. “Perhaps we can silence the enemy guns with counter-battery fire.”

General Castries: “Great idea… I want ½ of all batteries to target enemy artillery. Fire at will.”

50 155mm Howitzers came to life and sent many shells into the air. The shells whizzed through the air, the sound of impending death… The enemy batteries were dug into well-prepared positions, only about 35 enemy howitzers were lost to the FWS shelling… The enemy replied with a 30 minute long barrage from 300 howitzers that silenced all 50 of the FWS howitzers that had fired at them…

General Castries: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY’VE DESTROYED ½ OF OUR 155s."

Colonel Martel: “Just what I said sir… They’ve destroyed ½ of the 155s.”

General Castries: “Move all crucial supplies into hardened bunkers, positions, and aircraft hangars.”

Colonel Martel: “Sir the number of wounded is rapidly mounting, over 1,200 wounded… The base hospitals cannot handle that many… We need to make arrangements for the wounded.”



General Castries: “Use 2 hardened aircraft hangars… The rest are to be used to store supplies and equipment…”

General Castries (takes out a cigar, places it in his mouth, lights it and starts to smoke) (As he exhales and a cloud of cancerous smoke descends over the room he speaks): “What are the estimates for the number of enemies out there.”

Colonel Martel: “At least 6 Divisions of irregulars identified thus far General.”

General Castries (Cigar falls from his mouth): “MY GOD…. That’s over 100,000 soldiers out there…"

Colonel Martel: “And that’s only what we’ve identified so far sir.”

General Castries (growing panicky and hysterical): “This base won’t hold against an attack like that… All the wrong things happened… The weather, the roads, most of artillery being gone… How long do you think we can hold?”

Colonel Martel: “Without outside assistance we won’t hold for more than 20 days.”

General Castries (Puts a new cigar in his mouth): “These storms won’t last more than a few days though… Within probably 72 hours General Lemay will have bombed those people back into the Stone Age… Trust me Colonel… We’ll be digging mass graves there’ll be so many dead.”

Colonel Martel (whispers): “Yes… But who’s dead.”

General Castries (lights his cigar with a match): “Did you say something Colonel?”

Colonel Martel: “No sir… Just thinking aloud.”

The 3rd Airborne Paratrooper Division sends in the 1st Parachute Infantry Regiment, 2nd Parachute Infantry Regiment, and 3rd Parachute Infantry Regiment as part of the relief effort to attempt to jump into Firebase Alpha 2 (The Bases name)… Of the 40 C-130s sent in, 12 are shot down, 8 crash, and 20 make it through and each drops 92 paratroopers into the base. 1,840 Paratroopers from the 3rd Airborne Paratrooper Division have just joined the battle. 1,160 Paratroopers didn’t make it through…

The battle rages on as the enemy continues with their murderous barrage…

The battle rages on for 3 more days with no break in the storm, all that changes is that over 40 planes were shot down attempting to fly supplies into the beleaguered defenders… Also shelling destroyed most of the barracks, but that doesn’t matter now, the soldiers are all out manning the perimeter defenses… Two hardened aircraft hangars containing much needed supplies were shelled and destroyed. There are now 10 hangars left full of supplies and the 2 full of wounded… The numbers of wounded and dead continue to mount. The 3rd Airborne Paratrooper Division declared that it was too risky to attempt to send more units in… But they announced as soon as the weather breaks they will send every unit in the Division into the fight. The 2nd Airborne Paratrooper Division also stands ready to jump into battle as soon as the weather breaks.

The defenders are reduced to about 16,000 soldiers of the 2nd Mountain Division, 4,500 of the 1st Horse Brigade, and 1,200 from the 3 regiments of the 3rd Airborne Paratrooper Division. About 4,300 killed or wounded in just 4 days fighting… The enemy has lost about 32,000 out of their original 144,000… But the enemy has also managed to knockout 80 of the 100 155mm Howitzers the defenders had… The defenders artillery units now find themselves pounded by enemy artillery whenever they attempt to provide fire support for their own forces.

A captain of the artillery spoke to General Castries. “General… Whenever we open up with 1 or 2 howitzers, they reply with 20 or 30… We can’t keep this up for long. We need air cover.”

On the 5th day there was a 4-hour break in the storm… This would prove to be nature’s sadistic way of killing more soldiers, because it allowed for more Paratroopers to get into the base but then the storm quickly came back and kept supplies from getting in… More men would be trapped in the base… 4,000 Paratroopers from the 2nd Airborne Paratrooper Division and 2,000 Paratroopers from the 3rd Airborne Paratrooper Division were what managed to get into the base during the brief break in the storm… Wild Weasel units attacked and suppressed the SAMs long enough for the C-130s to get through…. All of the C-130s made their drops and safely returned to their bases.


The FWS forces inside the Base on Day 7 were as follows

15,200: From Entire 2nd Mountain Division

4,100: From Entire 1st Horse Cavalry brigade

2,800: From Regiments of the 3rd Airborne Paratrooper Division

3,700: From Regiments of the 2nd Airborne Paratrooper Division

The attacking forces had been reduced to about 105,000 but then they were reinforced by two Brigades of Assault Troops (specially trained to assault fortifications) and 1 brigade of sappers… Bringing their numbers up to 120,000. Also the guerillas had hundreds of 120mm mortars into positions in the trenches they had dug parallel to defender’s trenches. They commenced a murderous barrage that cost many hundreds of lives.


Colonel Martel: “General… The storms are returning… We won’t be able to get any resupply or reinforcement for sometime… The reports suggest the storms will continue for at least 61 days.”

General Castries: “61 Days!??!? Confirm it, check again.”

Colonel Martel: “The report is right here General… You can see it for yourself if you want to” (Hands him the report)/

General Castries (Almost crying): “How is this possible… They’re just guerillas, irregulars, how can they fight like that… How can they move so much artillery through the hills, the mountains, and the jungles? Tell me how.”

Colonel Martel: “I don’t know Sir.”

(After the battle it would become known the enemy had organized a massive system of moving teams to lug the artillery through the jungle… They even disassembled some items and then reassembled them in the hills overlooking the base.)

By day 8 the defenders had no heavy artillery left…

General Castries (Who is slipping into insanity at this point): “I want the 1st Horse Cavalry Brigade to launch a mounted charge… Tell them to attack and take the main enemy battery here. They have 100 howitzers here” (Points to a map)…

Colonel Martel: “But sir… Ammunition is so scarce; we hardly have enough for defense… That Horse Brigade would most certainly expend their ammunition breaking through the enemy forces that have us trapped… They’d have nothing or almost nothing left by the time they’d reach the main enemy battery. It would be madness.”

General Castries: “They have sabres, tell them to use them… Now follow my commands and pass the order along to the commander of the 1st Brigade… By the way, who is the commander of that unit?”

Colonel Martel: “Brigadier General James Gordon.”

General Castries: “He’s a fine officer… He’ll pull it off. Now go tell him… I want the attack to begin immediately.”

Colonel Martel goes to tell General Gordon that he has been ordered to do the impossible… Martel is thoroughly disgusted with General Castries.

Brigadier General James Gordon was in a hardened hangar visiting his horse… He was sitting above the horse on a metal pipe when Colonel Martel entered the hangar.

Martel: “Sir. I have some news for you… Your unit has been ordered to take Hill 357 and destroy the main enemy battery situated there… It consists of about 100 155mm Howitzers guarded by one rifle company and several machineguns. Of course you’ll have to break through the two enemy trench lines.

Gordon: “And how do you purpose I am to do so.”

Martel: “General Castries says that you are to launch a mounted charge.”

Gordon: “Oh… How obvious… Why didn’t I think of that one myself? And I suppose Castries learned about making cavalry charges across 2 mile fields up a hill, all the while under artillery, machine gun, and small arms fire, I suppose he learned about that in the Academy did he.”

Martel: “Listen… Speak to Castries; try to talk some sense into him… Don’t throw your life away James… Try to talk to him.”

Gordon: “Honestly Charlie… Do you think that would work? The General sounds like he’s gone insane..”

Martel: “You’re right… He is crazy… He hardly sleeps, he issues orders to company commanders who were killed days ago… He has gone mad… But you mustn’t make the charge… It would be suicide.”

Gordon: “Are my orders to make the charge?”

Martel: “Yes.”

Gordon: “Then Colonel Martel... How can I not?”

Martel: “It’s madness… Suicide, don’t do it…”

Gordon: “Put my name at the top of the casualty list.” (With those words he jumps off the metal pipe and onto his horse… He rides off through the hangar to muster his unit.)


4,100 Mounted Cavalry of the 1st Horse Cavalry Brigade fell into formation along the northern perimeter… 10 rows of cavalrymen each row had 410 in it. Surprisingly the rain had stopped… However it was not a sign that good things were to come.

Gordon was at the front of the formation, on his white horse, he was wearing his white parade uniform… He had his hat with a red plume stuck in it.

General Gordon: “Men… I will not lie to you this won’t be easy… But you have never disobeyed my orders before, and I know you won’t start now… I ask that you ride with me through hell… Many will surely die, but we must do this so that the battle is not lost… Everything hinges upon this charge that we are about to make… FOR THE EMPEROR CHARGE!”

The cries of the entire brigade chanting, “FOR THE EMPEROR” temporarily drowns out the sounds of the battle raging around them.

General Gordon waves his MP-5 forward and the charge begins… Gordon knows they will be lucky if even 100 men come back alive… He also knows he has only the magazine in his MP-5, no spares… The horses leap over the defense trenches and the soldiers manning the trenches wave them on…

As they approach the first line of enemy trenches, the enemy is taken by complete surprise, they never expected a mounted cavalry charge, and they never expected to see cavalry even used… Gordon opens fire… He quickly exhausts his magazine and drops the MP-5 and draws a sabre.

He removes his hat and runs it onto his Sabre… He waves the sabre forward in the air and shouts, “FORWARD MEN!!! FOR GOD SAKES FORWARD” Those were his last words before the enemy recovered from the temporary shock of seeing cavalry and opened fire… A 50-caliber machine gun cut Gordon from the saddle; his horse fell over and landed on top of Gordon.

The brigade tries to press forward… The smashed their way through the first enemy trench, in many cases having to use the Sabre, it was at the cost of 1,100 dead (including General Gordon). The enemy in the second trench opened fire with over 20 heavy machine guns, numerous RPGs, mortars, and small arms… Within about 2 minutes the 1st Horse Cavalry Brigade was reduced to only 2,000… But under the leadership of a colonel, they pressed forward… With great difficulty and the loss of 1,000 (and every officer above 1st lieutenant) they made it passed the 2nd enemy trench… It was open ground now until the hill and the enemy battery… They pressed forward, 1 mile to go…

The 1,000 rode forward in full stride… The sounds behind them of dying men and dying beast renewed their determination to smash the enemy howitzers.

Suddenly from the sides 120mm mortar fire rains down on the Brigade… Horses kick and scream, riders are thrown into the mud, dying beasts land on their riders, crushing them under their weight… The screams of the dying sound throughout the field… The 800 survivors press on…

They are 200 yards from the base of the hill when the 1st lieutenant yells, “CHARGE”.

The 800 men charge forward and into the fire of 100 155mm howitzers that were angled down to greet them, 8 50 caliber machine guns, and 120 riflemen… The machine gunners swing their weapons left and right, spraying anything that moves… The artillery shells howl and explode at near point-blank ranges.

When the dust and smoke settles the soldiers manning the base perimeter defenses can see about 3 dozen wounded men struggling to hang onto their horses, as they slowly start heading back towards friendly lines… The twisted and mangled bodies of over 700 men and horses litter the hillside. The ground is all turned up and pockmarked with shell holes… About 20 enemy 155mm Howitzers were knocked out from rifled-grenades, and they few RPGs the cavalry had…

The remnants of the finest Cavalry Brigade in the FWS army finally make it back to friendly lines… They aren’t sure why the enemy hasn’t shelled them to death… Possibly out of respect for their courageous charge. A 2nd Lieutenant, the highest ranking officer left alive sees General Castries waiting for him about 100 yards behind the main line in a front command post…

Castries: “Lieutenant… Did you accomplish your mission? Where is General Gordon? Where is the rest of the brigade?”

Lieutenant: “Sir. I wish to report we only managed 20 enemy howitzers knocked out. General Gordon is dead sir. And sir… There is no brigade.”

Castries: “No brigade? What nonsense is that?”

Lieutenant: “If you want to see the brigade I suggest you find a pair of binoculars and look out into the field… (Starts to tear up) By the 1st enemy trench line, you’ll find General Gordon and nearly 1,000 men… Between the 1st and 2nd trenches you’ll find about 1,000 men. By the 2nd enemy trench line you’ll find numerous colonels, captains, majors, and about another 1,000… If you look about ½ way between the base of the hill and the 2nd trench, you’ll find a few 100 men… If you look at the base of the hill and the hillside you’ll find the rest of the brigade… (Fully crying now) General Castries sir, there is no brigade.”

Castries: “What happened, you lost all those men and you didn’t even complete your mission. You’re nothing but a damn coward… Get out of my sight.”

The lieutenant rode forward in silence as the soldiers all along the defense perimeter took their helmets off in respect for General Gordon and the 1st Horse Cavalry Brigade.

About an hour later…Colonel Martel is sitting in his office when an aide walks in…

Aide: “It’s over.”

Martel (knowing what he means): “Dead?”

Aide (knowing he is asking about Gordon): “Yes.”

Martel: “How many others.”

Aide: “Approximately 4,970… Most of the survivors are already back, but a few wounded have popped up over a last hour or so.”

The rains regained the ferocity about 30 minutes after the 1st Brigade’s charge ended…

Martel reports to Castries that the rains may let up long enough for reinforcements to be flown in on Day 11.

The battle raged on for several more days and FWS forces grew gradually weaker… Eventually their defense perimeter on the western side began to be pushed back… They lost their 1st Western Defense line on the night of Day 10… In the early hours of Day 11 the 2nd Western Defense line crumbled. The 1st Eastern and Northern Lines crumbled, and the 1st and 2nd Southern Lines crumbled… Most men simply ran out of ammunition and had to pull back…

The FWS forces inside the Base at the start of Day 11 were as follows

10,249: From Entire 2nd Mountain Division

28: From Entire 1st Horse Cavalry brigade

1,387: From Regiments of the 3rd Airborne Paratrooper Division

2,014: From Regiments of the 2nd Airborne Paratrooper Division

The rains never let up… It finally sinks in for General Charles Castries that they are totally cutoff and no help will get through… He knows it is over…

General Charles Castries changes into his best uniform, he places all his medals on, he holsters his pistol… He walks into his office in the command bunker and looks out the window, he sighs…

Castries: “Martel you are dismissed… You may go.” (As he sits down in the chair behind his desk)

Martel: “Go where sir… The enemy should be here shortly… Reports are breaches all along the lines. If we had stored our supplies deeper inside the base we could hold out… But all the hangars were overrun last night when the western line collapsed.

Castries: “Just go in the other room… I need to be alone for a while.”

Martel: “Okay… Are you sure you’re okay Sir.”

Castries: (empty stare forward) “Yes… I’m fine.”

Martel: “Okay General.” (Starts to head out).

Castries: (still empty gaze forward, staring into nothing) “You know Martel… It’s all over… We’re finished.”

Martel just keeps walking out and closes the door… He has known it was over since about day 7.

Colonel Martel sits down in a chair and starts to smoke a cigar… He wonders how much longer it will be before Guerillas are outside the command post… He hears gunfire about 1,000 yards. Suddenly he hears a pistol shot from within General Castries office… He gets up to go into the office but as he gets up enemy guerillas blast through the doors and rush inside.

8 Guerillas surround him and 1 removes his pistol from the holster.

Guerilla Major: “Greetings Colonel… Where is your commanding officer?”

Colonel Martel: “The general is dead… I’m in command here.”

Guerilla Major: “We must discuss your surrender…”

Colonel Martel: “We could fight on you know… We could fight on.”

Guerilla Major: “With no ammunition… Be realistic colonel… Spare your men further bloodshed… I speak on behalf of my leader when I say your men will be treated fairly under the rules of war… You have fought honorably and will be treated honorably.”

Colonel Martel: “Very well… Give this to your commander.” (Martel hands the major his sword)

At approximately 8:44 a.m. Fascian Standard Time on June 11th 2004, what was left of the garrison of Firebase Alpha 2 surrendered to the enemy. Most of the soldiers of Firebase Alpha 2 had been without food for over 80 hours, most had been without ammunition for over 12 hours… At 8:44 a.m. FWS Defense Forces surrender to the enemy, what had been the most important FWS base in northern White Western Province. With the loss of the Firebase Alpha 2, the entire FWS position in northern White Western Province was now threatened with collapse.

The base design was inherently flawed because it counted on the enemy not being able to haul any significant quantity of artillery through the jungles and into the hills overlooking the base… Also the hills were not being patrolled due to the monsoons, the three airstrips that were paramount to the resupply of the base were knocked out in the opening stages of the enemy attack. Also attempts to drop supplies failed due to the unexpected SAMs and other AAA the enemy had… The base design was a flop. Also the hardened hangars, which were used to house most the stores of ammunition were too close to the perimeter and were quick to fall to a determined assault. Also the majority of the 2nd Mountain Division’s Artillery was committed to other areas… It was absent from the base when it was needed the most.

No one of the above factors would necessarily have doomed the base… But taken together, all the factors added up to make the base an untenable position.

The following surrendered on 8.44 a.m. Fascian Standard Time on June 11th 2004.

8,789: From Entire 2nd Mountain Division

19: From Entire 1st Horse Cavalry brigade

908: From Regiments of the 3rd Airborne Paratrooper Division

1,443: From Regiments of the 2nd Airborne Paratrooper Division

At 10:00 a.m. Fascian Standard Time the rains stopped, they stopped for 3 days before they resumed again. Nature had given the FWS Defense Forces the ultimate insult.

The news of the surrender reached Emperor Hendrik Rhodes who upon receiving it flew into a rage and immediately ordered the base retaken. He ordered 10 of FWS’s best divisions to move into northern white western province and crush the insurgents.

Ultimately the insurgents would be crushed, but nobody would ever forget the day Firebase Alpha 2 surrendered to the rebels…

The rebels had lost over 90,000 soldiers to take the base.

NEWS: The international news reported the capture of the FWS Firebase Alpha 2 as follows, “Fascian Dien Bien Phu! Is this the end of FWS control over northern White Western Province?”



The FWS Firebase Alpha 2, located in a valley in northern White Western Province, approximately 40 miles southeast of Rhodesville was captured after 11 days of siege by communist rebels, FWS Army High Command has called the capture of the base, “A minor setback at the most.” The Commanding officer, General Charles Castries, shot himself with his pistol moments before the enemy captured the command bunker. The general had apparently gone insane because he ordered over 4,000 cavalrymen to their death in a futile charge against enemy positions. This could be the end of Fascian military involvement in the northern 1/10th of White Western Province. Already it has been reported by the communists that over 14 other firebases are under siege all throughout northern White Western Province. The communists lost about 90,000 soldiers to take the base. The fascist losses are estimated around 12,000. Many aircraft were shot down in vain attempts to resupply the doomed garrison.



A stream of over 10,000 captured fascist soldiers were paraded in front of international cameras… The soldiers were all paroled and allowed to return to their homes on the condition that they take no further part in the current conflict. Most nations agree the terms were very generous. The FWS still denies that anybody was taken prisoner and instead maintains that the base was “abandoned” since it was not “crucial”.







NEWS: The Fascist News Network (FNN) reported the following. “Unimportant military base abandoned. Communist smashed”



After communists spent 90,000 soldiers in futile attack against Firebase Alpha 1 in northern White Western Province the commanding general Charles Castries decided to abandon the base. After successful airdrops brought in the necessary supplies to allow his soldiers to abandon the base and make the trip to other, more important bases, the general issued the order to abandon the base.



The general ordered his cavalry to attempt to blast a corridor through the enemy lines… All key fascist military units that were part of the garrison of the now unimportant and abandoned base have made it safely back to FWS lines. The reports that Firebases are under siege are simply communist propaganda and lies; no other bases have yet been attacked. There is no need to worry about the military situation in northern White Western Province.



General Charles Castries died a hero while mounting a counter-attack to push the enemy away from the base perimeter; he will be posthumously awarded the Rhodes Cross. Brigadier General James Gordon will also receive the Rhodes Cross along with numerous other medals.





REAL SITUATION: The prisoners were indeed paroled and are comfortably back in their homes. At Firebase Alpha 2 the last thing the Garrison did before being overrun was they disabled the 4 MiG-29s, 10 Eland Mk-7s, 8 F-BMP-3s, and a few other assorted vehicles that were destroyed by artillery. Colonel Henry Martel was one of the few officers above the rank of captain to be captured alive. The 2 brigadier generals that were still alive shot themselves with their pistols. 8 Majors shot themselves, 4 colonels shot themselves, 2 colonels fell on their swords, 1 colonel killed himself with a hand grenade, another colonel lead a suicide charge against an enemy machinegun nest. Still there were the 8 captains who shot themselves, the 12 captains who fell on their swords, the colonel and major who threw themselves from the bombed out air control tower. In total nearly 50 officers had committed suicide rather than disgrace themselves with surrender.





Throughout northern White Western Province 5 bases (not 14 as the communists report, and not 0 as the fascist report) were coming under siege… The 4th Paracommando Regiment, 5th Paracommando Regiment, 6th Paracommando Regiment, the 1st Regiment of the 1st Airborne Paratrooper Division, and the 2nd Regiment of the 1st Airborne Paratrooper Division. All 5 of the regiments were in separate isolated bases covering key points such as rivers, crucial highways, etc… Each regiment was approximately 1,000 strong. Each regiment base found itself surrounded by about 10,000 communists.





Note: Prince George Rhodes (17) is a captain in the 4th Paracommando Regiment. Prince Ian Rhodes ( 18 ) is a captain in the 6th Paracommando Regiment.



Note: Evgeny Arkan (19, and yes the son of General Dimitri Arkan) and Bedford Jackson (19, yes the childhood friend of Evgeny Arkan) are both 2nd lieutenants in the 4th Paracommando Regiment.





The 1st, 2nd, and 3rd, Airborne Paratrooper Divisions are being ordered to prepare to jump into northern White Western Province… The 2nd and 3rd Divisions are at about 14,000 Paratroopers each due to recent losses of the regiments they sent into Firebase Alpha 2. The 1st Airborne Paratrooper Division is at 18,000 (full strength)…



The 1st Armored Division and 1st Mechanized Infantry Division made a great deal of progress moving towards northern White Western Province during the 3 days the rains ceased…



The remnants of the 1st Horse Cavalry Brigade will serve as the foundation for the new 1st Horse Cavalry Brigade. (Horse cavalry was only intended for anti-insurgency operations where vehicles could not go… Never for frontal assaults against fortified positions.)



Everybody in the entire 1st Horse Cavalry Brigade (including the 19 survivors) received the Rhodes Cross (highest medal in FWS)



General James Gordon posthumously received two Rhodes Crosses, a Fascian Cross 1st Class, 4 Fascian Wound badges, and the Fascian Assault Badge.



Colonel Henry Martel received the Fascian Cross 2nd Class and 2 Fascian Wound Badges.



General Charles Castries received the Rhodes Cross, however his was posthumously.







SECRET: In the “Rhodes Bunker” beneath the Imperial Palace, Emperor Hendrik Rhodes speaks with General Walter Kruger I.



Rhodes (lights his pipe with a match): “It wasn’t as bad as the foreign papers say it was… Was it Walter?”



Kruger: “No Hendrik… We can easily recover from it… Don’t forget we outnumber them, we outgun them, we outfight them, and we are trained better… They just happened to catch us in a bad spot at a bad time in bad weather, conditions occurred that cannot be repeated, it was a coincidence all the events occurred simultaneously… We were unable to utilize all the things that make the FWS Defense Forces superior to the rebels… It cost them over 90,000 to take the base… We lost perhaps 14,000 killed and 10,000-12,000 surrendered.”



Rhodes: “Well Walter, at least they gave us back the prisoners… I want policy changed, from now on we’ll treat all captured humanely and make sure they get paroled back to their side as quickly as possible… They’ve shown generosity to our men, we should do the same to them.” (Coughs)



Kruger (places a cigar in his mouth): “Okay… I will pass the word along.”



Rhodes: “Walter… You’ve always given me straight answers… Tell me, how many soldiers do the militants have left?” (Coughs)



Kruger (lights the cigar with a match): “50,000 at most. They spent most their strength taking Alpha 2.”



Rhodes: “How many men do we have in northern White Western Province or on the way there?” (Coughs)



Kruger: “82,000 of our best soldiers on the way… About 12,000 soldiers there scattered in 12 “Regimental level” bases… About 1,000 per base… Small outposts for the most part that are designed to maintain a presence in the remote areas…”



Rhodes: “Still we lost a lot of men,” (Coughs)



Kruger: “Sadly Hendrik, yes we deed… Our men paid dearly for Castries folly. An estimated 16 regiments were wiped from the order of battle.”



Rhodes (pounds his fist on the table) “CHARLES CASTRIES GIVE ME BACK MY REGIMENTS!” (Coughs)



Kruger: “I’m sure he’d say something… But he’s dead.” (Coughs)



Rhodes: “The one consolation out of the whole thing.” (Blows smoke into the air from his pipe) (Coughs)



Kruger: “The foreign papers sure had a field day …” (Coughs)



Rhodes: “What was it they said… Fascian Dien Bien Phu… What do you think Walter?” (Coughs)



Kruger: “Well Hendrik… I think the French were stupid, and you’re not… So we don’t have to worry, this isn’t the end. Alpha 2 is not the end, just the beginning… The militants are running out of steam… They’re throwing away entire armies just to take isolated bases. We’ll win Hendrik… Don’t worry, we’ll win…” (Coughs)



Rhodes: “Walter… I’ll count my chickens when they hatch… But I know our army, so I’ll get ready to count chickens.” (His pipe goes out)



Kruger: “I agree sir… We should be ready for victory” (Leans in and relights Hendrik’s pipe with a match.)



Rhodes: “Thank you Walter… Lets go now and see what the other officers think… Although High Command is mostly yes-men who never give a straight answer.” (Coughs)



Kruger: “That could be true sometimes Hendrik… But remember you don’t like bad news.” (Coughs)



Rhodes: “Walter, nobody except a masochist likes bad news.” (Coughs)



Kruger (laughing manner): “You could be right there Hendrik… You could be right. Shall we go then?”







The two men exit the “Rhodes Bunker” and head towards the Army High Command facility, “The Octagon”



As they leave they make minor conversation.



Rhodes: “Is it true Dimitri made general? I haven’t been keeping up on army promotions much lately… Far too busy.” (Coughs)



Kruger: “Yes Dimitri is now a general.” (Coughs)



Rhodes: “It’s been a while since I’ve spoken with Dimitri… I’d like to see him sometime if he isn’t on a mission or out raising hell.” (Coughs)



Kruger: “Do you want me to have him summoned?”

Rhodes: “Yes… That sounds fine.”



Kruger: “Hendrik, perhaps we should throw Dimitri a party to celebrate his recent promotion.” (Coughs)



Rhodes: “Brilliant idea Walter… Brilliant idea.” (Coughs)



Rhodes and Kruger move forward and enter, “The Octagon”

The following occurred in Rhodesville about 15 minutes after Firebase Alpha 2 surrendered



General Dimitri Arkan and Sophia Theresa were the guests of Communist leader Zeljko Djindjic. The Elephant T/A supposed to carry Zeljko’s wife and daughter couldn’t take off due to the weather, so they would go by boat, it would take about 15 days to get through the flood waters. Zeljko insisted that Dimitri and Sophia remain his “guests” until the boat was outside the city and a swap could be arranged.



On the 11th Day of his captivity at about 9:00 a.m. Dimitri and Sophia were in a guestroom on the 2nd floor sleeping when a Red Guards captain gently knocked on the door. Dimitri is awakened by the noise as he sleeps very lightly, he moves quietly out of bed so as not to disturb Sophia. He quietly moves to get dressed because he was naked; he quickly gets into uniform. Then he sneaks into the hallway without making a noise.



Dimitri: “What is it Captain?” (Coughs)



Captain: “General, Comrade Zeljko wishes to have a word with you.”



Dimitri: “Okay”



The captain escorts Dimitri to the 1st floor office of Party Leader Zeljko Djindjic.



Zeljko: “Come in Dimitri…. Captain you may go.” (The captain leaves the room to return to reading a newspaper) (Dimitri sits down in the chair in front of the desk) (Coughs)



Zeljko (Sitting in the chair behind his desk, he puts his hands behind his head and leans back in the chair. He exhales cigar smoke). (Coughs)



Zeljko extends a box of Cigars towards Dimitri… “Take one.”



Dimitri (Takes cigar, Zeljko leans in and lights it with a match): “Thank you.”



Zeljko: “You’re welcome General… Hardly in uniform though.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “I was sleeping. Which brings me to the question… Why did you call me down here?”



Zeljko: “Tell me General have you ever heard of Firebase Alpha 2?”



Dimitri (Exhales cigar smoke) : “Heard of it… (Almost laughing)… It’s only the most important FWS Base in northern White Western Province, possibly the entire province… It is the most crucial base in the region… Why?” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “What would you say if I told you the base had fallen to guerilla forces?” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “I’d think you were playing a mean trick on me… The 2nd Mountain Division is 18,000 strong with heavy artillery and numerous vehicles and the 1st Horse Cavalry Brigade is 5,000 strong and a damn fine unit. There are nearby Airborne Paratrooper units to jump in if the base needs help… Brigadier General James Gordon of the 1st Horse Brigade, and Overall Commanding General Charles Castries, along with Colonel Henry Martel are fine officers, that base could never fall.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: (Reading a communiqué) “At 8:44 Fascian standard the approximately 10,000 Fascians soldiers still alive in Firebase Alpha 2, under the command of Colonel Henry Martel surrendered the base to besieging forces. A great victory for the proletariat.” (Coughs) (Coughs)



Dimitri: “ (Laughingly) You’re putting me on… (Tone turns serious) Aren’t you?” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “Read the report for yourself (hands Dimitri the report) … We’ve had the base under siege since shortly after you arrived here.” (Coughs)



Dimitri (Starts to read the communiqué and the report. Takes the cigar out of his mouth with his right hand) : “Good God… It’s true… What are you going to do with all the prisoners? You won’t kill them will you?” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “No General, we’re already making arrangements for their release home, which is more than you ever gave our soldiers.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “No arguments there. I thank you for your fairness and generosity to the prisoners.”



Zeljko: “Dimitri, we’re not butchers.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “Tell that to the men who killed my wife 19 years ago.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “Dimitri, you know too many people have already died. It must end somewhere.”



Dimitri: “I came to that conclusion a few days ago.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “An eye for an eye will make the entire world blind. You realize that. Why do you think I didn’t have you killed the second you were captured… My men killed your wife, you killed my sons, but will it ever end? I say it must end lest we destroy ourselves.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “I agree, it must end”



Zeljko: “I think the war is over. We’re going to petition for peace talks.”



Dimitri: The emperor will never hear of it… You’ve wounded his pride, he’ll fight until the base is back in FWS hands.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “I realized that, the base isn’t crucial to us… To far from this city to be of any importance to us… I’ll keep a skeleton garrison there, a few 100 men, your emperor will take it back easily enough and be able to keep his pride. Then he can agree to let Rhodesville alone and be free under my rule.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “I don’t know that he’ll agree to it… He may just send Mi-24s and Su-25s with Nerve Agent to wipe out anything in the base and this city.”



Zeljko: “Yes I thought he might… That is where you come in Dimitri. It’s said you’re good friends with the Emperor… After we make the swap and you’re back with your side I want you to go to the Emperor and convince him to accept my proposal.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “He’ll certainly want the base back, that much I can guarantee… The others thing… I don’t think he really cares about this city anymore. It’s never been more than 37,000 people, and it’s in the middle of nowhere. But I’ll certainly try.” (Coughs, starts to hack and cough more than usual)


Zeljko: “Are you okay General?”



Dimitri (inhales on cigar) : “Yes, I’m fine.”



Zeljko: “Tell me something general, why did you give yourself up back there at the RMC building? You could have made it out alive, there were only a few hundred soldiers around the building, I’m sure you knew of some underground tunnel or passage. You’ve gotten yourself out of worse before.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “I didn’t want to live at the expense of others.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “What do you mean?”



Dimitri: “The militia captain threatened to shoot Sophia.”



Zeljko: “So what do you care what happens to some random girl?”



Dimitri: “I can’t explain it… I just can’t explain it.” (Coughs)



Zeljko (Realizing Dimitri has probably been emotionally dead for so long that he can’t recognize his own feelings of love for the girl.) : “Interesting General, quite interesting. Well you may go if you want, or perhaps you’d care to stay a while and talk about Paracommando training, do you remember your drill instructor?” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “I went through youth training and then the Academy, I avoided the drill instructors that the enlisted men deal with.” (Coughs)



Zeljko (exhales cigar smoke): “Ah yes, forgive me… I forgot I enlisted, you were commissioned… Ah general, the enlisted man’s life is much different from the officer you know… I never enjoyed fine cigars, pipe tobacco, brandy, and the others comforts that the officers received… I managed to make 1st Sgt during the 2 years I was in the Paracommandos… But then I got disgusted with the way some of the officers treated their men, and that is when joined the Communist Militants Party, a few years later I was the Party leader. The rest is history.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “You made Sergeant in 2 years, that is pretty impressive.”



Zeljko: “You made full General by age 37, even more impressive. What was the one thing you remember most about your days in Youth Training?” (Coughs)



Dimitri (exhales cigar smoke): “The uniform sure did attract the ladies.”



Zeljko: (Smiling) “Yes, I can agree there.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “What did you enjoy most in the Paracommandos?”



Zeljko: “Marching twenty miles a day with grunts, being in the foxholes with the proletariats, people just like myself. It was what I wanted to do, that is why I volunteered.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “You a proletariat? (Motions to the paintings and such that adorn the walls) Hardly…”



Zeljko: “I only became wealthy recently… What about you, how is your financial situation?” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “I’ve made a few hundred million dollars… (Sighs)… But at what price?”



Zeljko: “What do you mean at what price?” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “Gregorov Inc, and the Army Biological Warfare, Bio-organic weapons division paid me 100,000,000 about 2 years about to get into the Olds Rhodesville hospital and get a sample of a Strain 2 Prototype virus, and the strain 1 cure… remember the “Weaponized LSD combined with Ebola” Do you remember?” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “Yes… I remember it, I made it out of town in the early stages, the people they weren’t right, they were attacking others and biting them. What the hell was that virus?”



Dimitri: “A highly classified experimental virus created by Dr. Ivan Gregorov II, named the IG-Virus Strain 1… Strain 2 was to be much deadlier…” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “What did it do to those people?”



Dimitri: “It turned them into zombies, the living dead.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “Good God… Who allowed it to be made?”



Dimitri: “The emperor authorized it.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “Well that is what we are against. We don’t want our tax dollars going to such hideous projects and the companies who start them.” (Coughs)


Dimitri: “Is that what this is about? You just don’t want to pay taxes?”



Zeljko (Inhales cigar smoke) : “Yes… Primarily, we don’t want to pay taxes to FWS and we don’t want them lording it over us, we don’t really mind being part of FWS though. We’re in favor the laws FWS has. I don’t want ni----- flooding into the nation anymore than you do.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “I’m surprised Zeljko… I had you pegged for a ni---- lover.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “Me… God no… I’m for the white proletariat.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “What about the Jews? Many Jews claim to be for the proletariat.”



Zeljko: “Jews are the devil in human form. They’re only ever in a cause for themselves, they’ll back any cause that will immediately advance their financial position.” (Coughs)



Dimitri (Exhales cigar smoke) : “My, My, Zeljko… I had no idea… You really don’t like them.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “Do you think that will influence the emperor any?” (Coughs)



Dimitri (Inhales cigar smoke) : “I’m sure if you talk to him, and tell him the things you’ve told me, agree to uphold all FWS laws and accept the FWS government as the ultimate authority… I’m sure he’ll exempt your city from paying taxes to the national government and allow you to set up your own government within the city.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “Great… It’s a shame we didn’t meet under different circumstances Dimitri… I’m sure we’d become best of friends.”



Dimitri: “As am I.”



Zeljko (Exhales cigar smoke) : “Tell me, were you ever inducted into the Teutonic Knights… As a boy I always hoped somebody would sponsor me for membership but I never was sponsored.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “Yes… I was inducted in at age 20.”



Zeljko: “What rank did you make if you don’t mind my asking. Are you still in the TK?” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “I made Grand Titan… And yes I am still in… I’ll be in until I die.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “That’s the only thing I regret… Never being sponsored.”



Dimitri: “I can sponsor you… And I will.” (Coughs)



Zeljko (Excited) : “Seriously? Don’t you consider me an enemy?” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “Yes seriously… I no longer see an enemy, only a friend.” (Coughs)



Zeljko (Inhales cigar smoke) : “I feel the same.”



Dimitri: “Ah Zeljko, isn’t it ironic… I came here to kill you and now I’m sponsoring you to enter into the TK.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “Yes… You arrived as an enemy, and you’ll be leaving as a friend… You’ll have to keep me informed and tell me when the wedding will be.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “What wedding?”



Zeljko: “I’ve seen the way Sophia looks at you, and the way you look at her… I think I hear wedding bells ringing in the near future.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “Maybe… You’ll certainly be invited if there is a wedding.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “So what are your plans for the future? Will General Arkan lead his men into countless more battles?”



Dimitri: “I’ve always wanted to be a commercial farmer, although many people laughed at the idea… I think I’ll retire from the Army and buy a farm in Central Province.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “Commercial farming is an honorable trade. Nothing wrong with farming.”



Dimitri: “So what are your plans Zeljko?” (Coughs)



Zeljko (Exhales cigar smoke) : “Well assuming your emperor exempts us from paying taxes, particularly to the state church… Well then the Communist Militants Party can be disbanded and we can form our own local government with a degree of autonomy… I guess I’ll do what I always wanted to.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “And that would be?” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “Promise you won’t laugh?”



Dimitri: “That depends on what it is… Oh come on, just tell me.”



Zeljko: “I always wanted to be in law enforcement or a mayor of a small town, but my family laughed at the idea and father insisted I join the Paracommandos.” (Coughs)



Dimitri (Chuckles a little) : “Zeljko Djindjic, a police office that is hard to picture. A mayor, even harder to picture.” (Coughs)



Zeljko (Also chuckles) : “Well Dimitri Arkan a commercial farmer, also hard to picture.” (Coughs)



Zeljko takes out two glasses and a bottle of vodka. He pours a glass for himself and one for Dimitri.



Zeljko: “To your future career commercial farming.” (Coughs)



Dimitri (Exhales cigar smoke): “To your future career in law enforcement or local politics.” (Coughs)



Zeljko (Exhales cigar smoke) : “Tell me Dimitri are you enjoying yourself here?”



Dimitri: “I suppose, it’s nice not to be fighting and killing anymore, a welcome change.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “Well I know one for thing sure.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “And that would be?”



Zeljko: “You and Sophia enjoyed yourselves last night.”



Dimitri: “What makes you think that?”

Zeljko: “You’re not exactly quiet you know.”



Dimitri: “No I suppose not.”



Zeljko: “Well I remember when I first met my wife, I was 39, she was 18. Ah… That was about 19 years ago. In most any country people would have pointed out the age difference… But not in Fascia.” (Coughs)





Dimitri: “Yes… Not in Fascia.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “Sort of odd that we allow people to get married at 17, but we don’t allow foreign media in here without express government permission.” (Coughs)



Dimitri (Exhales cigar smoke) : “The government realizes the sooner people marry the sooner they can have children, boys grow up to be soldiers, girls grow up to make more boys… It’s quite simple really.”



Zeljko: “Yes, it makes sense.”



Dimitri: “I’ll let you in on a secret, officially the government discourages fornication, but they secretly encourage all Fascist Grenadier Guards to father as many children as possible, mostly with young women who are widowed when their husbands who were regular army are killed in battle, and other such circumstances.” (Coughs)



Zeljko (Finishes his cigar, takes out another one, uses cutter on it, puts it in his mouth, lights it with a match) : “Don’t forget, the government subsidizes large families.” (Coughs)



Dimitri (Finishes his cigar, takes out a pipe, lights it with a match) : “Yes… The government wants people to breed. We’ve always been outnumbered you know, our race is less than 10% of the world today. We need to breed more. Thankfully the average amount of children per woman in Fascia is… What is it today? I cannot remember.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “I think the figure is about 8 or 9 children on average per woman. Thank God in this nation we breed as we do… Our people need to breed more.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “Yes, that sounds about right.” (Coughs)



Dimitri: “You know Zeljko… I wonder why you never joined the Fascist National Party… You would have fit in well.” (Coughs)



Zeljko: “I didn’t like how the companies got away with almost anything. They were taking advantage of the worker.”



Dimitri: “But we enacted labor laws to correct that… The minimum wage is over $15.00 an hour. The Environment is well protected… Companies don’t get away with anything today.”



Zeljko (Inhales cigar smoke) : “I guess that is true for Fascia today, but when I joined the party it wasn’t true then. I see your point though Dimitri. You know… I think you’re right though, most of my party would agree… I think you’ll witness a mass conversion of communists to the Fascist National Party. We were only ever communists in the sense that we favored the poor over the rich, but there are so few poor in this nation, most people are middle class now… Emperor Rhodes pulled up the lower class to decent standards… So is there really no more need for the Communist Militants Party… Not anymore at least.” (Coughs)



Dimitri (Inhales pipe smoke) : “I’m happy to hear it. There has too much bloodshed over this issue… Finally the brother’s war shall end.” (Coughs)



Zeljko (Exhales cigar smoke) : “Yes… It ends at last.”



Dimitri (Exhales pipe smoke) : “Yes… It is finally over.”









About 3 days later Zeljko’s wife and daughters arrived safely by boat, the swap was made and Dimitri and Sophia went to Rhodes City… Dimitri spent hours arguing back and forth with the Emperor before Rhodes finally agreed to peace talks.



17 days after Dimitri had left Rhodesville, the peace talks would begin…



Zeljko Djindjic and his top officials would eventually meet at “Constantinople”, Emperor Rhodes 80,000 acre estate in Central Province… In the 200,000 sq ft mansion they would discuss ending the war.



After 23 straight hours of debate they finally agreed to immediately end the war.



After 192 hours of debate, interrupted only for sleeping and bathroom breaks, (They ate during the talks), they agreed that Rhodesville would be exempted from taxes put would stay under current FWS law (As Zeljko wanted).





The following were the ones who would attend the meeting. The talks will be covered in detail at later date.



Rhodesville

Zeljko Djindjic, Red Guards General Ivan Orlov, Propaganda Minister Georgi Molotov, and Minister of Diplomacy George Darby.





FWS

Emperor Hendrik Rhodes, General Walter Kruger, Dr. Ivan Gregorov I, Dr. Ivan Gregorov II, Colonel Leon Degrelle III, General Otto Von Schlieffen, Propaganda Minister Joseph Cannon, and Minister of Diplomacy Joachim Krebs







The Communist Militants Party disbanded and its members pledged loyalty to the Emperor. In an unprecedented move the Emperor pledged to them that they would never be taxed or harassed by an overbearing government. The first time the Emperor had pledged a degree of autonomy to a people within Fascia.



As Dimitri promised, he sponsored Zeljko for membership in the Teutonic Knights. But that will be fully covered at a later date. Several months later Zeljko would as he promised, attend the wedding of Dimitri and Sophia. That to will be covered at a later date.

General Dimitri Arkan and Sophia Theresa made in out of Rhodesville after the swap was made for Zeljko’s wife and 2 daughters. It took a lot of doing but Arkan finally convinced the emperor to agree to peace talks… The emperor was stubborn, but he always would give time to somebody who could properly articulate their ideas. Arkan was such a man, and so he had the time, and in time he swayed the emperor’s opinion.



Arkan would always remember what it was that made the emperor change his mind. He thought back…





Rhodes: “You want me to allow a city to be tax exempt? What it others demand the same sort of special treatment… What if they demand local autonomy as well?”



Arkan: “Sir I don’t think that will happen.”



Rhodes: “We can smash them… With the army… We don’t need to talk peace with commies.”



Arkan: “Sir they’re not communists, they believe in the same racial laws as we do. The ideal of preservation of our people… The furthering of the Aryan people.”



Rhodes: “Then why do they call themselves communists?”

Arkan: “They’re like Ernst Rohm, they support the race, but they distrust the old elites, the landed aristocrats, the generals, the businessmen…”



Rhodes: “I’m a landed aristocrat and a businessman.”



Arkan: “And they think that you seek to oppress them because of it.”



Rhodes: “Can’t we just crush the damn traitors?”



Arkan: “SIR!! PULL YOUR HEAD OUT FROM YOUR ASS AND LISTEN FOR A CHANGE.” (Shocked that he just said what he said… Hopes the emperor will forgive him).



Rhodes (Laughing) : “You know Dimitri… You must be telling me the truth… You know how I know.” (Continues to laugh)



Arkan: “How sir?”



Rhodes (still laughing) : “Because since I’ve been emperor nobody has ever spoken to me like that… Just yes-men for the most part, except for Walter and a few others… But nobody has ever said anything like what you just said… Very well Dimitri, you win, peace talks will commence shortly.” (Still laughing)



Arkan considered himself lucky that the emperor had such a good sense of humor. Now he would have the task of getting Sophia’s parents to allow their planned marriage.



Sophia and Dimitri had been together for about 1 month, counting the time in Rhodesville (People in FWS get married quickly, marriages are often arranged, divorce is virtually non-existent)



Dimitri had just finished his role in the “Constantinople” Peace talks and he was going to have his first meeting with Sophia’s father and mother.



Wearing his general’s uniform he walked to the door, it was a fairly large house, at least 6 bedrooms. He knocked, the door opened, he was quite nervous, almost more so than he had been in the last battle he was in.





A young boy about 12 answered the door; he takes Dimitri’s coat and hangs it up.



Sophia and her father were arguing, as Dimitri was lead in by the boy.



Dimitri overheard the father yelling, “You don’t want to marry a Paracommando, I was a Paracommando once, Paracommandos are never around and they don’t make any appreciable amount of money.”



Dimitri stepped in and spoke, “Excuse me sir… I’m a General, and believe me, we make an appreciable amount of money.”



Father: “A general eh? Well that changes things. As long as you can support my daughter… If you two want to get married… But wait, you’re hardly old enough to be a colonel… How did you make general?”



Sophia: “He’s such a good soldier they promoted him quicker father.”



Father (Directed at Dimitri) : “Well you must be damn good to have been promoted that fast.”



Father: “Wait what’s your name again?”



Dimitri: “General Dimitri Arkan.”



Father: “Hey you’re that guy who smashed the communists more times than the media can keep track of. Damn glad to meet you.” (Extends his hand and the two men shake hands)



Dimitri: “Thank you for meeting with me.”



Father: “Thank you General… Did Sophia tell you I was in the Paracommandos 1965-1973, I enlisted when I was 20, and I eventually made Master Sergeant. Killed plenty of ni----- back then.”



Dimitri: “She didn’t mention that… So you took part in the War of Fascian Independence?



Father: “Yes sir. Sorry I didn’t recognize you as a general right away… Rank insignia has changed somewhat… No hard feelings though, right General.”



Dimitri: “Of course not… I know about the rank changes. And please call me Dimitri.”



Father: “So Dimitri what are your plans for the future… Can you adequately support my daughter?”



Dimitri (Thinking about the 400 million he has in numerous secret bank accounts) : “Oh I think I’ll manage.”



Father: “Well I like you Dimitri… If my daughter wants to marry you, you two go right on ahead and make the plans.”



Sophia (jumps up and hugs her father) : “Oh thank you daddy.” She then goes to talk with her mother who is currently in the kitchen so Dimitri and her father can talk in private; they get up and move into the father’s study.



Father (To Dimitri) : “You smoke Dimitri?”



Dimitri: “Yes sir, pipes and cigars.”



Father: “Good… I don’t trust a man who won’t smoke, and no need to call me sir, you horribly outrank me and we’re going to be family. I want you to call me Francis.”



Dimitri: “Very good Francis.”



Father (directed into the kitchen where his wife is preparing dinner.) : “Hey dear, why don’t you get our guest and me a cigar.”



Francis’s wife Catherine (37) exits the kitchen and gets Dimitri a cigar. She enters Francis’s study, she hands it to him, he places it in his mouth, she lights it with a match.



Dimitri: “Thank you.”



Catherine: “You’re welcome.”



Catherine takes out the cigar she got for Francis, she places it in his mouth, and she lights it with a match.



Francis: “Thanks dear.”



Catherine: “You’re welcome…”



“Dinner will be ready soon.” Catherine walks back to the kitchen.

(Directed at the three rooms where their other 7 kids, 5 boys (10, 12, 15, and 16) and 2 girls (9 and 13) are sleeping, studying, playing, etc)





Francis: “That’s my wife Catherine, she’ll come out and talk with us later, busy making dinner for the kids, got a whole mess of young kids running around here and growing kids need to eat.”



Dimitri: “Yes indeed.”



Francis: “So Dimitri what brought you to the army?”



Dimitri: “General Walter Kruger gave a speech, and it moved me to join the army…”



Francis: “You mean his famous speech about the Jews being the devil in human form?”



Dimitri: “That could be any of his speeches.”


Both men laugh.



Francis: “You got me there.”



Catherine (From the kitchen) “Children dinner is ready”



Kids go running in to eat.



Dimitri: “Aren’t you going to eat with them?”



Francis (leans in close) : “Ever since the FWS Defense Corporation laid me off about 16 months ago, times have been pretty tough, hell the payments on this place alone are a killer. I’d rejoin the Army but I’m too damn old and they won’t take a man at 59, unless we get invaded. We don’t like talking about it much, but I skip a lot of meals so the kids and the wife have enough to eat. They’re growing kids and they need it more than I do. Anyways, I’m not hungry. Everything was working fine until I got laid off and then injured my back… I would have taken a job in a coal mine, good money mining coal, but the way my back is… I just couldn’t get a job. Crazy if you think about it… We’re a fascist country and I couldn’t find a job… I guess the way my back is it should be no surprise.



Dimitri (gets out his checkbook) : “How much do you need? I can’t allow my future father-in-law to go hungry”



Francis: “No…I don’t want any charity.”



Dimitri: “Well consider it my dowry to you.”



Francis: “I thought the dowry is supposed to go to the groom.”



Dimitri: “Traditionally yes… But we can bend tradition just this once can’t we?”



Francis (Hesitant) : “Well… I suppose bending tradition once wouldn’t hurt.”



Dimitri (Starts to write a check) : “Of course not.” (Hands him the check)



Francis stares in shock at the amount Dimitri has written, 10 million dollars.



Francis: “Are you serious?”



Dimitri: “Yes… Take it. I have plenty of money, more than I can spend.”



Francis: “Wow… The most money I ever had together at one time was when I paid 22,000 in cash for my car and when I looted 50,000 off a commie. I don’t like taking out loans, this house was the exception because we needed somewhere large for the amount of kids we had. Interest rates are pretty good though, got the loan from the bank owned by a fellow TK.”



Dimitri: “You’re a TK… What a coincidence I am one also… Consider the money a gift to a fraternal brother in need.”



Francis: “Are you sure you want me to take it?”



Dimitri: “Yes… Please.”



Francis: “Can we keep this between the two of us? I don’t want anybody getting the idea that you bribed me to let you marry Sophia… Although I’m going to probably have to tell Catherine about it sooner or later… Might as well be sooner… But please Dimitri don’t you tell anybody.”



Dimitri: “Certainly we can keep this between us. You tell your wife if you want to.”



Francis pockets the check and then him and Dimitri do the secret TK handshake.



Francis: “I know Generals make a lot… But I didn’t think they made that kind of money… If you don’t mind my asking… How did you make all the money?”



Dimitri: “Odds and ends… Many opportunities present themselves when you’re in the Paracommandos.”



Francis: “You talking about looting?”



Dimitri: “Some of it was looting. Communists leadership often has lots of money.”



Francis: “Yeah… In 1971 I killed some commie Jew, some sort of commie party leader, he had about 50,000 in cash on him, how’s that for a proletariat… I tucked it away in the bank and later used it to make the down payment on this house.”



Dimitri: “The amount of money they usually have is staggering, and they’ll do anything to get it… They’ll rob you blind if they have to.”



Francis: “Yeah I agree… For most folks, money is a means to and end, for the Jew, money is the end itself… They want to be the king of money, their god is money… Wait scratch that… Their god is Satan.”



Dimitri: “John 8:44 Ye are of your father the devil…”



Francis: “Yup, you’re with the Church of True Israel right?”



Dimitri: “Yup.”



Francis: “Same here wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t know why we have Eastern Orthodox, the Protestants, and the Catholics here… They should all convert, I mean they’re all for God and Race… And the Church of True Israel is for both, but Identity is only about what 50% of the nation?”



Dimitri: “You know what Francis… I think it is about 50%… And I bet they don’t convert because they like their churches tradition, and their churches are basically Identity teachings with their own unique tradition.”



The two men continue to talk for several hours, mostly about how many Jews and Blacks Francis and his unit killed in what was called “The Cleansing” (1965-1973)



Catherine knocks at the study door.



Catherine: “May I come in Francis?”



Francis: “Sure dear, come on in.”



Catherine opens the door and enters; she has two drinks with her.



Catherine (To Francis) “Here you are, your favorite drink” (Dry vodka martini stirred) (hands him the glass)



Francis: “Thank you dear.”



Catherine (To Dimitri) “And Sophia said you preferred cognac.” (Hands him a glass)



Dimitri: (Takes the glass) “Thank you.”



Catherine (To Francis) “It’s passed midnight, everybody else is asleep dear.”



Francis: “Passed midnight already… Dimitri and I have just been talking about old army experiences… You remember that time don’t you dear, I’ve told you about it, it was 1965 on what is now called Hendrik Hill in Central Province, a whole mess of ni----- who were agitated up by some local Jews were trying to assault the province and capture it… They wanted to cut the “Disputed Zone” off from the rest of FWS… They were already assaulting White Western Province… You remember how it happened, there were maybe 5 million ni----- living on the island that the liberal ni----- loving Jew prime minister Baum had declared as refugee in the 40s… We pushed them onto a reservation in the 50s, but they rose up against us in 1965… I remember the hill… My unit was on the slope of the hill, there were just 10 of us in my unit, 10 guys in the unit to my left, and 10 guys in the unit to my right, we were on a long range recon patrol… Over 1,000 ni----- charged up that hill, not a single one made it out of that fight alive. I killed more than 50 ni----- that day.”



Catherine (To Dimitri) “Francis never tires of telling that story, but he usually goes into more detail.”



Dimitri: “I’ve killed my share on ni-----. Can’t say I regret any of it, they’re just beasts, not humans like us… I do regret killing the whites that didn’t go along with our party, mostly those we thought were communists… I now know they were basically just tax protestors.”



Francis: “Taxes aren’t high at all, why should they complain and refuse to pay while me… I’m out of a job… What makes you think they aren’t really communists though.”



Dimitri: “I met with their leader.”



Francis: “You met with Zeljko Djindjic? Where? When?”



Dimitri: “I was basically a prisoner in his house for about 14 days. During the Rhodesville crisis, Sophia was there.”



Francis: “Makes sense… You kept them rebels from harming my daughter to. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you for that. We had to get out of there ASAP, rebels were everywhere shooting people. A whole bunch of citizens firing back at the rebels, we decided with my back injured and all that we couldn’t fight it out… Sophia was out at the time, we figured she’d know where to meet us.”



Dimitri: “She told me she planned to meet you but couldn’t get out of the city.”



Francis: “Well I’m just glad you were there to get her out… I heard that a whole mess of ni----- were trying to fly into the city… God only knows what they’d do if they started finding white women.”



Catherine (shudders) “I can’t even bear to think about what would have happened.”



Francis: “So tell me about this Zeljko character… Is he a ni---- lover?”

Dimitri: “Far from it. He recently disbanded the communist party and he and most of the former members will be joining the Fascist National Party.”



Francis: “Wow, that’s unexpected… Maybe he saw the light.”



Dimitri: “I don’t think he was ever a real communist in the sense that he was never a race traitor. He fought for the white working class.”



Francis: “I never got any benefits from anything he did though.”



Dimitri: “Well there was the minimum wages laws, the government basically set the minimum wage at $15.50 so communism would lose support, and it did, big-time.”



Francis (realizes his and Dimitri’s cigars have been out for quite sometime now)



Francis (To Catherine) “Dear would you please get my pipe… And get one for Dimitri also.”


Dimitri: “My pipe is in my coat, the left pocket.”



Catherine: “I’ll be right back.” (She gets up and goes to get Dimitri’s pipe and Francis’s pipe.)



Catherine returns with both pipes and hands Dimitri his pipe, he places tobacco in it and lights it with a match.



Dimitri: “Thank you ma’am.”



Catherine: “You’re welcome, and call me Catherine.”



She places the tobacco in the other pipe and places it in Francis’s mouth and lights it for him with a match.



Francis: “Thank you dear.”



Catherine: “You’re welcome.” (She sits back down.)



Francis (To Catherine) “You’re not too tired to stay up, are you dear?”



Catherine: “No… I still have some sewing to do… We need the money.”



Francis: “I won’t have you sewing anymore, I’m tired of seeing people drop clothing off any paying you nearly nothing to sew and alter it.



Catherine: “But we need the money.”



Francis: “Not anymore… I wasn’t sure when to tell you, but Dimitri here is a most generous man.”



Dimitri (smiles) “No need to make a big deal… It was the least I could do.”



Francis: “No big deal? 10 million dollars.”



Catherine (Shocked) “Ten Million?”



Dimitri: “Yes… A fraternal brother and future father-in-law needed my help and I helped him.”



Catherine (jumps up an hugs Dimitri)



Catherine: “Oh God bless you Dimitri… God Bless the Teutonic Knights.”



Catherine (then hugs Francis) “Oh Francis, it’s wonderful… We can finally be free of those vicious debt collectors.” (To Dimitri) “Ever since Francis got laid off then injured…” (Interrupted by Francis)



Francis: “I already told him all about it… No need to repeat it dear.”



Catherine: “Well it is just so wonderful. Such a generous man as Dimitri… I am glad our Sophia will have somebody such as yourself to take care of her.”



Francis: “Well I’m beat… Time to get some sleep. It’s almost two.”



Catherine: “Okay dear.” (Helps Francis up because of his bad back)



Catherine: “Oh Dimitri I forgot to tell you, you can sleep in there.” (Points to a room down the hall)


Francis: “Hey… That’s Sophia’s room, they aren’t married yet you know”



Catherine: “We’ll they’re going to be married soon… Don’t you remember you couldn’t wait until the wedding, my father practically had to chase you out of my room with a shotgun.”



Francis: (To Catherine) “Actually it was a rifle if I recall.” (To Dimitri) “You can sleep in there I guess… But I’d prefer you two actually be sleeping. But when I first stayed at Catherine’s parents house, we weren’t sleeping.”



Dimitri (chuckles) “Okay.”



Francis: “Wait General.” (Salutes him) (Dimitri returns the salute)



Dimitri walks off down the hall and into Sophia’s room. Without disturbing her he managed to lay down and fall asleep, he was quite tired.





Francis and Catherine are still down the hall talking.



Catherine talks to Francis: “I remember you couldn’t keep your hands off me. My father was always chasing you out of the house with a gun, but he really did like you. He must have, he let me marry you.”



Francis (smacks her butt) “I still can’t keep my hands off you.” (They go off to the bedroom, to do more than just sleeping J.)









Dimitri and Sophia were married on August 8th, 2004. The wedding was paid for by General Walter Kruger (his gift to Dimitri), the total cost was about 50 million dollars but to Walter Kruger 50 million dollars was nothing. Zeljko Djindjic had a seat up front. As did Hendrik Rhodes, Evgeny Arkan, Bedford Jackson, Leon Degrelle III, General Schlieffen, Joachim Krebs, Joseph Cannon, all royal princes, and numerous other key officials. Hendrik Rhodes gave Dimitri the gift of a several factories to use to start his Arkan Enterprises, (Which at the time of Dimitri’s death, the company would be worth over 500 billion dollars). General Schlieffen bought Dimitri a 10,000 acre commercial farm in Central Province. Zeljko had a winter retreat for Dimitri and Sophia built in Rhodesville, he obviously was now allowing Dimitri to travel into the city freely. The records bear the names of the two men who signed as witness, Hendrik Rhodes and Walter Kruger.





Dimitri and Sophia would have a very happy marriage, about 5 months after getting married, Dimitri retired from the Army... Hendrik Rhodes was terribly upset and reportedly said to aides, "My best Paracommando officer leaves the army, tell me why?" The story was related to Dimitri who was pleased to know the emperor thought so highly of him. Dimitri never fully disclosed his past deeds, but about 8 years after getting married, he did tell Sophia that he had “Done many things that still haunted him”… She simply replied that, “Whatever you did is behind you now, if you did bad deeds then, it doesn’t matter… Look at you Dimitri; you’re a kind and loving person… Who you are now is what matters. Not who you were.” They would have 8 sons and 5 daughters. Dimitri listened to Sophia and the two of them moved to Central Province rather than Northern Province. Dimitri Arkan with 4 factories provided by Hendrik Rhodes as a wedding gift, started a company “Arkan Enterprises” and together with his wife and children, also worked his farm in Central Province. Sophia and Dimitri would both live into old age.



Francis used the money Dimitri gave him to pay off his debts and send his sons to the best military schools and academies, his one son who wanted to be a doctor was successful after only 6 years at the national Health Academy, due to all the preparatory classes and training that his father paid for in his earlier years, he managed to get through much sooner.

(OOC: The Emperor already left FWS for the Lands of Alex)

(OOC: The Emperor already left FWS for the Lands of Alex)




Nope. Keeping with his character, FWS wrote his own obituary. I think FWS wouldn't have had it any other way.


http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=3298755&highlight=#3298755

This thread was his last RP, except for his conclusion that I posted for him a short while ago.


Good bye FWS.
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