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Trust me, this RP will deserve a separate thread from the Hogsweat socialist uprising. This is going to be a very intense battle going on here. (Occ- Mackia, lets do the Firebase RPing in here, and leave the hogsweat civil war RP free from the clutter that this RP will produce)



(Herman Thaller) "This is Colonel Thaller, we are approaching the target, get ready." (The F-16D tips to the side and rotates over, and then it dives down)

23 more F-16Ds in his squadron also go. They are accompanying the first wave of Su-25s (50 Su-25 craft).

At about 4000 feet up the Su-25s unleash a barrage of bombs and missiles against the airfield. From an altitude of over 45,000 feet the B-52s pound the base.

Su-25 fires two missiles at the control tower, another Su-25 targets the radio tower, yet another targets a hangar. 12 Su-25s begin attempting to crater the runways.


Ground based SAMS knocked out 20 of the Su-25s and 12 F-16Ds. 18 pilots made it safely to the ground.

There were enemy planes scattered about on the runway. F-16Ds strafed several dozen of them, and Su-25s dropped bombs on any pilots attempting to get to the planes.

The second wave of Su-25s (100 in this wave) completely devastated the airbase, but now the base was on full alert. 62 of the Su-25s were damaged and shoulder launched AA weapons brought down 27.

23 of the 62 damaged planes had to crash land and all of the pilots made it safely out and off into the wilderness. Taking their MP-5s and their survival packs with them, also the most valuable thing they had with them Escape and Evasion training.


Colonel Herman von Thaller thought it was a good mission. But he wanted to make one last pass over the airbase. His radar picked up 8 incoming enemy MiG-21s and 4 MiG-29s. He sent a missile to greet each plane and within about 90 seconds he had gained 12 more kills. The enemy pilots were poorly trained guerillas who were using planes they had just captured but had little knowledge using. In the excitement of combat, Thaller hadn't noticed that at least 9 enemy shoulder launched SAMS had been fired at him. He was going to try to evade these, he dodged left and right, pulled up, went straight up, and then dove straight down. He did several rollovers, but to no avail. He punched the ejection button and flew into the air, seconds later his F-16D went up in flames as 3 SAMS crashed into it.

About 2 minutes later he drifted down to the Earth and crashed down with a hard "thud". He got out of the ejection seat and recovered the escape pack and his survival pack, he had his survival vest on and it had most of what he would need. He checked his MP-5 and his 1911 .45 caliber pistol. He then activated his distress beacon on his radio as he ran off into the woods. He was about 6 miles from the enemy airbase and he knew enemy patrols would soon be after him.

Including Thaller, there were 42 downed pilots attempting to make their way towards friendly positions.

Thaller had no idea of knowing how many others were out there. But what he did know was that the enemy airbase would be out of operation for at least a few months.


As he was on the run, he had no idea of knowing that 2 Parachute Divisions of CM soldiers (the 1st and 2nd Division) over 36,000 paratroopers were jumping into a large valley in rural Hogsweat and were starting to build two airstrips and numerous bunkers and strongpoints.

General Philippe Bon and General Antonio Don Juan Miguel decided to place 6,000 soldiers in the valley and 30,000 in the hills overlooking the valley.
The colonel in command of artillery assured them that no enemy artillery would seriously threaten them, he had 100 155mm howitzers and 800 81mm mortars, and 100 120mm mortars at his disposal (well the 81mm mortars are dispersed throughout the squads and platoons, the howitzers and 120mm mortars operate in batteries of 3 or 4)

The began work on the first several major strongpoints "Eleanor", "Victoria", "Gabrielle", "Marie", and "Isabella". Rumors were they were all named after women that General Miguel had slept with.

Edited: I had the troop placement wrong, it was supposed to be 30,000 in the hills, and 6,000 in the valley itself.

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Were here Mr. Holden! My name is Ras Michael of the airforce of Mackia. We bring with us 10 planes that your father sold us and numerous transport ships. We estimate that with the paratroopers coming and the naval invasion force we will have a total of 500,000 men.

Colonel Herman Von Thaller had picked up some chatter on his radio, he heard that 18 miles away were companies from the 1st Parachute Division setting up strongpoints on a hill overlooking "Bloody Valley" as CM was calling it.

He clutched his MP-5 tightly in his right hand and continued to run through the jungle. His boots sank deep into the mud with each step. He would come to a stop every few minutes to listen for enemies and to check his surroundings and his GPS system.

There were 41 other pilots in similar predicaments and they too were all making their way towards the serious of strongpoints and the airfield. The base was being called "Firebase Fabus"

The point of the base was to draw guerillas to attack it so they could be blown to pieces by the heavy artillery, the machine guns, and the miniguns of the defenders. The CM high command was expecting as many as 150,000 enemy soldiers to swarm to attack "Firebase Fabus" but unfortunately it would be closer to 500,000 enemy guerillas and 100,000 regulars that attacked the base. CM high command realized that having a base in the middle of nowhere might prove tricky to resupply. But they knew that as long as the air was kept open that they could bring in supplies by C-130s and other transport craft. Also CM artillery was some of the best in the world and it would surely keep all enemy artillery, AAA, and SAMs from setting up anywhere where they could stop the aerial resupplies.

The CM soldiers on the hills were building lines of trenches, laying razor wire, placing mines, and the engineers were making the concrete bunkers that would form the strongpoints on each crucial hill.

Every possible avenue of approach had been covered.

Communist Mississippi

They're peasant soldiers who do indeed forage for food. Mackia and I have this part planned out, so I'll let him have the 500,000 soldiers. But note, these men have nothing more than SKS rifles, a few clips of ammunition, some hand grenades, rice rations, and basically the clothing on their backs. I'll allow you 20,000 decent regulars that have RPG-7s, AK-47s, uniforms, and some light mortars etc.

If you can get a foreign power to help you I suggest that you get a few hundred SAM sites setup around the "Firebase Fabus" and a few hundred howitzers in concealed caves and such. Also try to get AAA weapons.

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Today, 11:29 PM #172
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Posts: n/a Its is with a heavy heart that Tawtina surrenders to Communist Mississippi. We are out numbered, out gunned, and without means to retreat.

We surrender the following force:

2,511 Men (7,489 are Killed or MIA)
14 Challenger 2 Battle Tanks Battle Tanks (86 Lost)
200 L118 Light Guns
10 Bradley Fighting Vehicles (40 Lost)

We hope to reach a agreement for the mens release as soon as possible. We don't care about the equipment


-General Zach Holden II, Son of our President


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Today, 11:36 PM #173
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Originally Posted by Tawtina
Its is with a heavy heart that Tawtina surrenders to Communist Mississippi. We are out numbered, out gunned, and without means to retreat.

We surrender the following force:

2,511 Men (7,489 are Killed or MIA)
14 Challenger 2 Battle Tanks Battle Tanks (86 Lost)
200 L118 Light Guns
10 Bradley Fighting Vehicles (40 Lost)

We hope to reach a agreement for the mens release as soon as possible. We don't care about the equipment


-General Zach Holden II, Son of our President



The nearest CM forces are 20 miles away, they are 2 Parachute Divisions. They are quite busy and thus cannot take your men prisoner.

So...
Since your men fought well and honorably, General Philippe Bon, a CM general and a man of honor has decreed that you are to simply leave your equipment where it is and your men are to stack their weapons in neat piles and then they may go home. They may go home on the condition that they don't take part in this conflict ever again. And that for 10 real days they don't take part in any operations against CM or her allies.

We ask that you disable all the tanks and other vehicles, we'll handle the artillery as soon as get the chance. The "Firebase Fabus" is approximately 18-20 miles from your airbase and so it'll take us time to get there.

(Occ- Mackia, this is where you'll get your artillery, the stuff they've just abandoned, you'll haul it to toward "Bloody Valley", you'll have to use human wave attacks to push the defenders off the hills and into the valley, then you can shell the airfields to the point they cannot be used for resupply. You'll need to find some way to stop the aerial drops though, to do that you'll need SAMS or AAA)

Military intelligence analysts were going over satellite photographs of the areas around "Firebase Fabus" and they didn't like what they were seeing. Somewhere around 500,000 Mackian guerillas and perhaps 10,000 regulars were within about 40 miles of the firebase. They could surround it within 2-3 days. But by then all strongpoints on the hill would be up and ready for anything. The engineers and soldiers at the base were working around the clock because General Philippe Bon said "Sweat saves blood". Also in the valley the two airstrips were bringing in heavy equipment and all sorts of supplies. In the valley they also built two circles of defenses, they built two lines to defend from each approach into the valley. There were approximately 250 strongpoints throughout the hills above the valley each manned by 1 rifle company of paratroopers. There were also approximately 50 strongpoints in the valley defending the actual airbase itself.

CM Premier Curtis Fabus rejected the idea of sending in more soldiers as he said "It might escalate the conflict." When he was told, "Send in more or you'll see them bringing 36,000 body bags home." He replied, "Use air power to break up the guerilla armies, massive air power, more than we've ever used before."

bump

Since the first part of this has characters discussing the recent events at Firebase Fabus, it is relevant.


Governor Kaltenbrunner at his "Alamo" estate in Tennessee was talking to Josephine about the recent military operations CM was undertaking. (occ- anybody familiar with the CM thread about Tennessee knows the background info)

(Hans) "Do you remember those two generals you meet a few days ago? General Antonio Don Juan Miguel and General Philippe Bon. The parachute commanders.”

(Josephine) “Yes.”

(Hans) "Well they're currently fighting leftists guerillas in Hogsweat. The entire 1st and 2nd Parachute Divisions recently jumped into Hogsweat to setup a major firebase called Firebase Fabus. There are 36,000 paratroopers at the base. But I think they're all going to either die or be captured."

(Josephine) “Then why did they go?”

(Hans) "The Premier didn't know what he knows now. There are over 500,000 enemy guerillas readying to swarm and surround the base. But they're just peasants with SKS rifles and little else. They're nothing to worry about, unless they get anti air weapons and heavy artillery, then they could close the airstrips and stop aerial drops, the garrison would starve and run out of ammunition."

(Josephine) “But aren't there some big nations helping those rebels?”

(Hans) "Do you know what it would mean if CM forces were to be defeated?"

(Hans) "It would mean that the two best parachute divisions... The soldiers who are the epitome of the Aryan ideals of strength and courage were defeated by non-white vermin. It's nerve-racking to contemplate it."

(Josephine) “You said yourself that CM could never be defeated.”

(Hans) "I know I said that, that was before I knew how many soldiers they had, and that they might be getting heavy weapons. The Firebase is really in a bad location. They should have put it in the center of a valley. But at least they have 30,000 soldiers on the hills around the valley. If they can hold the hills they'll win the battle. If not, well then the 2 divisions will be in trouble, big trouble."

(Hans) (Pulls her close to him) "Although it doesn't really matter what happens in the rainforests and jungles of some third world banana republic? We're here together in Tennessee, and that's what really matters isn't it?"

She wrapped her arms around him. And gave him a kiss.

(Hans) (After they were done kissing) "What do you want to do now, do you want to go to Mississippi for a few days? You can meet the Premier and tour his Stalingrad estate, I have some business to tend to with the Premier so it'll be the perfect chance to have some fun and get some business done at the same time. His estate has plenty of guestrooms, he won't mind two being taken over for a few days." (Occ- The implication here is that since they're not yet married they don't share the same room. Good idea)

(Josephine) "That would be splendid."

(Hans) "Why don't you run home real quick, pack a few bags and then I'll pick you up in say 2 hours."

(Josephine) “Ok.”

(Hans) "Oh, the weather in Mississippi is much warmer than it is here."

She goes home to begin packing her stuff.

Occ, now I'll RP Josephine, you RP the bishop

The bishop is curious as to why his daughter is packing clothing into a suitcase.

(Bishop) “Are you going somewhere?”

(Josephine) "Yes daddy, Hans and I are going to Mississippi for a few days."

(Bishop) “Oh, that might not be a good idea.”

(Josephine) "Why not daddy?"

(Bishop) “Cause, there a lot of people not happy with the CM government. I don't want you to get hurt.”

(Josephine) "Mississippians love their government though daddy. Anyway, there are insurgents here in Tennessee; it's safer in Mississippi. Besides we'll be at the Premier's estate "Stalingrad", there is a bunker that is 700 feet below ground, Hans told me about it earlier."

(Bishop) “But there are ships, foreign ships heading for Mississippi. Didn't Hans tell you? They showed it on the TV.”

(Josephine) "The CM naval forces can handle that. Anyway, we'll be in Neshoba County, thousands of miles from the coast." (Occ- I know it's only a few hundred, but remember my CM is 2,000 miles long by 3,000 miles wide)

(Josephine) "Daddy don't be silly, there are over 9 million soldiers in Mississippi along with 20 million trained WKM paramilitaries."

(Bishop) “But that one nation alone has 45 million troops. I am thinking of leaving for Texas and I was wanting you to go with us. There ain't nothing happening in Texas. Should be very safe there.”

(Josephine) "Hans did say that he thinks the forces in Hogsweat are going to be in big trouble. And with the invasion of Kentucky postponed for a few weeks, it'll be almost winter by the time they get moving. There could be major problems. Hans is going to try to convince the Premier to cancel all future invasion for political and military reasons."

(Josephine) "No daddy I won't go to Texas. Fleeing is never the answer."

(Josephine) "Anyway daddy, who can move 45 million troops and keep them supplied in a foreign land that will be hostile to them and the locals won't help them. Also CM has tactical nuclear bombs, lots of them. They have hundreds of millions of gallons of biological and chemical agents. They also have thousands of strategic nuclear missiles. They'll use them to stop any serious threats if they have to, well Hans says they will."


(Bishop) “Are they mad?”

(Josephine) "What do you mean daddy? How would stop 45 million men tightly packed in formations. With nuclear weapons of course, everybody knows that. If the situation escalates they'll leave CM with no choice but to use nukes. I hope it doesn't get that way though, because CM is basically peaceful."

(Josephine) "Hans says they won't hesitate to use chemical weapons at the first sign of trouble. He says CM standard battle doctrine calls for the liberal use of chemical weapons. Specifically VX and Sarin gas. He says they've used chemical weapons hundreds of times in dozens of battles and campaigns and one more time won't be anything special."

(Bishop) “That’s a violation of the Whittier Conventions, surely they don't think the civilized world will let them get away with that.”

(Josephine) "Chemical weapons are often necessary weapons daddy. They save the lives of our soldiers because if our soldiers use them, then more enemies die. And we don't want our Mississippian boys dying, we want the enemy dying."


(Bishop) “We aren't Mississippians. We are Tennesseans.”

(Josephine) "Daddy, we are Mississippians now, get used to it. And Whittier laws mean nothing to CM. CM laws governs CM. And besides Whittier isn't like AMF, they won't arbitrarily throw their weight around to enforce pointless laws on others."

(Bishop) “Ok, so what else is Hans up to?”
(Josephine) "Nothing much, he is just worried about his friends, General Philippe Bon and General Antonio Don Juan Miguel. They are the commanders of the 2 parachute divisions that left Tennessee and jumped into Hogsweat. Have you heard about their operations here in TN in the brief time they were here?"


(Bishop) “I thought they were going to Libya.”

(Josephine) "No, they were here in TN and the paratroopers killed over 20,000 insurgents in the 3 days they were here."

bump, awaiting mackia to RP getting the weapons (and don't just say, we found weapons abandoned and move them to ready to fire at the hills, have soldiers talking about it, make us feel how much effort and muscle power it requires to haul 155mm howitzers through the jungle and into positions almost 20 miles away. At least get them away from the airbase fast, unless you want to fight those 4 companies that are marching to the airbase, they'll be there in a few hours)

General Philippe Bon and General Antonio Don Juan Miguel were running out of names for the strongpoints. Each had contributed about 110 female names to the goal of naming all the strongpoints. But Miguel was forced to admit, "I haven't fu---d more than about 110 women." Philippe Bon was delicate in his choice of words, "I too must admit that I have not been with more than perhaps 110."

They started asking random paratroopers to give them women’s names to name the strongpoints. Finally they had all the names.

The strongest of all the strongpoints was by far "Victoria" and it was on the most important of the hills. This hall towered over all the others, thus it was the dominating position to take. The strongpoint was held by 3 rifle companies, 6 heavy machine guns, 12 medium machine guns, 4 81mm mortars, and even a XM777 Lightweight 155mm howitzer (LW155). There were also 2 7.62mm Miniguns setup.

Each special weapon was in a firing trench designed just for it, along with 1 squad of soldiers. So it worked out that 250 of the 360 soldiers at the strongpoint were in firing positions to provide cover for the special weapons. The others were in the bunkers and then the main bunker that made up the strongpoint. There was razor wire all around the perimeter, along with mines.

The special weapons were setup with interlocking fields of fire so they could provide mutual support to each other. The defense of each strongpoint was basically the main bunker, surrounded by rings of special weapons and a few other smaller bunkers.

The engineers ceaselessly toiled to improve the defenses, and to put the finishing touches of the airstrips and the control tower.

As they were working, 24 C-130s flew overhead and dropped various supplies. The supplies parachuted down to the earth and each unit detached a few soldiers to go get the supplies. There were several drops a day. And the drops would have to continue until the airstrip was ready to receive craft. At which time they would fly in massive stores of ammunition, food, medical supplies, and other items.

The supplies would be stored in hardened concrete depots. There were also vehicle depots to store the 2 division's hummers and other vehicles.

Each Division has 2,500 hummers (1,500 M998, 400 M1043, 500 M1025, and 100 M1035) and (200 M1083 Standard Cargo Trucks) and other assorted light vehicles.


General Miguel looked out through his binoculars on the hill he was standing on, his feet so arrogantly posed on this ground, this ground that he had taken and now dared the enemy to take it from. He looked out and let out a low laugh, he was sure that the enemy would smash themselves against this base and die in droves. He callously spat a stream of tobacco juice at a nearby field mouse. The mouse ran off into the brush.

Miguel turned and walked proudly back to his command post. Each step revealing just how large his hubris had become. He stepped over many twigs, leaves, and just brushed them aside like he knew his artillery would brush aside the growing enemy masses outside the base.

General Philippe Bon was eating dinner in his own command post. Even though it was war and he was in the field, he believed he should still eat well. He was having a 24 oz steak and a bottle of wine. Most of the soldiers outside were taking breaks to eat as well, but they were eating MRE field rations. In the morning though they'd have a cooked breakfast as the airstrip was ready to receive planes and the next flight of C-130s would be flying in the kitchen equipment and the hospital equipment.

The 8 kitchens and 3 hospitals were already built and ready to receive the equipment so they could get up and running.

General Bon voiced his opinion to General Miguel that he considered it odd to have more kitchens than hospitals. Miguel simply replied, "We need to eat, we don't need to get wounded. I plan to eat, not get shot."


The work then began again after the men finished dinner. They had been working almost non-stop since they jumped into here over 24 hours ago. It was hard backbreaking work. But they knew that their commander was right, more work now meant less death later. And so they continued to work. The sounds of the shovels impacting dirt could be heard long into the night.

The 4 companies sent to the surrendered airbase about 20 miles away were fast approaching. They got into "Pattern Delta" where 1 company took the lead, two fanned out on the flanks, and the other company would stay back to cover the rear and provide covering and suppressing fire if needed.


(Wait for Mackia to RP getting the abandoned weapons from the ruins of the airbase out of the area just before my soldiers get there. There can be a brief exchange of fire though)

OOC: wait not all 500,000 are here let me land the rest.
04:00
Ras David addresses his troops on the runway of Mackia's aircraft carrier, the S.S. Haile Selassie. He is ready to give a speech to prepare his troops for battle. The speech is being broadcast via radio to the 3 cruise missle subs and 5 cruiser ships also preparing for the attack. He steps up to the podium and hesitates but then begins his speech. "Men, today we fight. You may ask why we must fight to liberate another country and this is a just question. The answer is that we and them are one and the same. We asre all JAH's children. Therefore when some of us must be freed from the oppresive chains of the Babylon system, it is the duty of all of us to free them. You are good men. That is why it is hard for me to face the fact that many of you will not make it to Zion airfield but I assure you that you will not die in vain. Now I want the attack to be headed off by the submarines. Next, I want planes to take off and start bombing ships first, and beach second. Then, all cruisers will engage enemy ships. And lastly, paratroopers will drop behind the enemy beach head so that they can start advancing toward Zion Airfield and meet up with Ras Michael and the armies of Tawtina and the rebels. Now men in the air, after you are done bombing, your objective is Zion airfield. Our target is code named Babylon Beach. Fight braveley. Fight for freedom! Fight for Africa! Fight for His Imperial Majesty Haile Selassie I, King of Israel, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Conquering Lion of the tribe of Judah! JAH LIVE!"
The troops are rallied into a frenzy as all of a sudden hundreds of thousands og fists go up into the air as the men chant, "JAH LIVE! JAH LIVE! JAH LIVE!" Over all the noise, Ras David orders his troops into positon as he shouts the nation's motto: "Rise Ye Mighty Peoples!" ANd then the submarines went down under the ocean and started heading towards Babylon Beach. As dawn broke over Hogsweat, the submarines were sure to give them a rude awakening. As they approached the dock they readied torpedos. BAM! BAM! BAM! 3 hits! Minutes later a torrent of tomahawk cruise missles showers the fortifications on Babylon Beach. "Kill the bastards," shouts Captain Brown of the S.S. Solomon as he launches another round of tomahawks. At the same time, planes come in and start destroying the ships. Chaos reigns everywhere as Hogsweat's AA guns start to fight back. AA fire is getting particularly close to Ras David's plane. "Holy Shit," he says as a shell nearly misses his right wing. He swerved left, right into the path of an AA shell. His plane spirals out of controll and crashes into the jungle. Meanhwihile cruisers have engaged enemy ships but have all been sunk except for the SS King David. While enemy forces are distracted, the paratrooping planes soar over head and start dropping men in the jungle. Finally, the fighter jets make it to the airfield to find it's mostly destroyed but still occupied. They are able to make a rough landing. 3 days later, the paratroopers arrive after losing aprox. 1000 men at a government stronghold along the way. Ras Michael asks, "Where is Ras David?" The men soon realize that he didn't make it. One of the pilots informs the troops that his plane went down. Although his loss was tragic, the men were happy to finally be at Zion Airfield. A metting would be held to talk about finding CM's forces.

OOC:what do you want me to do?

General Philippe Bon was walking around inside the valley inspecting all the strongpoints that were in the valley, and the trenches linking them. He was more than pleased with everything. But then he saw how the artillery pits were being set up. Open gun pits, he was shocked and appalled. He rushed over to Colonel Henri Pacelli and started to speak with him.

(Bon) "Colonel, is it really a good idea to have your guns in open pits. The only thing these pits would protect against is at the most medium mortar rounds."

(Pacelli) "Relax sir, we control the hills. And besides, my artillery will chase off whatever few guns the enemy might manage to get into proper firing positions. You realize the jungle is impassable and the mountain roads are such that it is impossible to move any appreciable amount of artillery on them."
(His tone revealed that he fully believed the nonsense he was spouting. Because to any reasonable man, logic shows that a people determined enough to do something, often will find a way to do it)

(His tone would change when 300+ well-concealed and protected enemy howitzers opened up a murderous barrage and silenced most of his guns in a few hours)


(Bon) (In a tone revealing he was unsure, but he wanted to trust his friend) "Well I guess you're right. Just make sure your batteries are properly sighted where we think they're likely to place what few artillery they can get into positions. Also, do you have enough ammunition to provide support to the men on the hills along with the counter-battery fire?"

(Pacelli) "I'll be honest with you, we're going to need daily aerial resupply if you except us to keep up a steady barrage and silence enemy weapons positions."

(Bon) "Well don't worry. The weather is going to be fine for the next few months. The enemy would need AAA or SAMs to seriously hamper or stop our aerial resupply."

(Pacelli) "And they don't have, so we're fine."

(Bon) "Just make sure if they do have a manage to haul a few AAA weapons into the area that your guns silence them quickly."

(Pacelli) "Yes sir. but sir, they're just peasants, if they can get any appreciable amount of AAA or artillery into position. We'll then I'll eat my hat."

(Bon) "I hope you don't have to do so."

The two officers go back to their various tasks. The open gun pits still cause General Bon much worry and his dreams that night are clouded with nightmares. He sees thousands of corpses of his men, a few scattered survivor stepping out from the ruins of the massive strongpoints, then the CM flag being taken down and the enemy flag raised. He jumps up in bed, awake now, and he banishes his misgivings about the battle to a far corner of his mind.

OOC:what do you want me to do?

Well for starters, don't ask me such questions because it scares me into thinking that you don't know how to RP your role when I've already basically laid out for you what you have to do.

Derscon come back to the airfield! I have landed 500,000 troops at the airfield so although Tawtina is gone, I am here. I repeat come back!


Um... You don't have any airplanes, the runways were "Cratered" (meaning their are massive holes in them and so you cannot use them) Also I have 4 companies of infantry currently dismantling the others.

It would take at least 2-3 days to land 500,000 soldiers

Each C-130 can hold about 90 soldiers. 555 C-130s landing. You're insane.

I ask that Hogsweat RP the role of the 500,000 peasants that are going to surround and attack my base because I would be honored to RP with somebody who can write well and knows what they are doing. Mackia doesn't know what he is doing and I basically told him what to do. (He cannot listen)

Mackia you're out. Hogsweat is in.

(Occ- Please Hogsweat :) )

Private:Ras, we have found them!
Ras Michael: Good, what's the final howitser count?
Private:300 sir.
Ras:Damn that's gonna be heavy to haul we best start now.
Private:Yes sir!
Right as the men are ready to leave 20 companies of Mississippians charge into the airfield.
Ras:SHIT!!!!!!!!!!
A fierce fire fight brakes out as the men foolishly try to defend the airfield.
Ras: Abandon airfield! Now you idiots! Grab the howitsers!
The men run as fast as they can into the jungle as the SAW men cover the howitsers.
Ras: we've got 20 miles to go men. Almost all up hill so we may not make it untill tomorrow.
Finally the fire stops as the Mackian forces get deep into the jungle.
Ras:Forward men!

Um... You don't have any airplanes, the runways were "Cratered" (meaning their are massive holes in them and so you cannot use them) Also I have 4 companies of infantry currently dismantling the others.

It would take at least 2-3 days to land 500,000 soldiers

Each C-130 can hold about 90 soldiers. 555 C-130s landing. You're insane.

I ask that Hogsweat RP the role of the 500,000 peasants that are going to surround and attack my base because I would be honored to RP with somebody who can write well and knows what they are doing. Mackia doesn't know what he is doing and I basically told him what to do. (He cannot listen)

Mackia you're out. Hogsweat is in.

(Occ- Please Hogsweat :) )

Chill out man I'm still in. I'm new to this ok just give me a chance. I have 500,00 peasants like we agreed upon ok. If I screw up just tell me. Don't be an ass about it.

Private:Ras, we have found them!
Ras Michael: Good, what's the final howitser count?
Private:300 sir.
Ras:Damn that's gonna be heavy to haul we best start now.
Private:Yes sir!
Right as the men are ready to leave 20 companies of Mississippians charge into the airfield.
Ras:SHIT!!!!!!!!!!
A fierce fire fight brakes out as the men foolishly try to defend the airfield.
Ras: Abandon airfield! Now you idiots! Grab the howitsers!
The men run as fast as they can into the jungle as the SAW men cover the howitsers.
Ras: we've got 20 miles to go men. Almost all up hill so we may not make it untill tomorrow.
Finally the fire stops as the Mackian forces get deep into the jungle.
Ras:Forward men!

That is rubbish that has so many usage, spelling, and grammar errors. For crying out loud it looks like it was written by a half literate 11 year old . Anyway, can't you read English; I said in one post above "You're out."

Did you notice anything about my posts? They're well thought out and I spend probably 30 minutes to an hour on the larger ones to make sure they're good quality. Some of my posts I've spent up to 2-3 hours thinking about beforehand. Writing is not something I take lightly. You just slapped together some poorly written garbage and tried to pass it off as a post. And that crow won't caw with me.

Like I said, you're out of this. Hogsweat is in. Now take a hike and don't pollute my post again or I'll report you to, whoever it is people report people to.

Chill out man I'm still in. I'm new to this ok just give me a chance. I have 500,00 peasants like we agreed upon ok. If I screw up just tell me. Don't be an ass about it.


I can't give people who don't bother to run spell check a chance. I must admit I occasionally make a mistake. But for posts of any size, I always try to run spell check. It's my pet peeve. You sir have always made the mistake of swearing against me in an open forum, something that is the mark of an uncultured brute.

You've screwed up and godmodded too much, you didn't take my advice on what sort of forces you'd have, how you get the guns. You RPed getting the guns in a 1 minute post when it should have been a 10 to 20 minute post. A detailed post that actually meant something.

You're out, hogsweat is in. Now stay out of my posts or you'll be reported.

OOC:CM, you have some good RP skills.

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English isn't my first language. I just wan't to do this RP if you would stop black balling me just because I'm new and a foreigner. Just give me another chance.

OOC:CM, you have some good RP skills.

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Thank you.

We were all once new to RPing. But I was never new to a few things, manners, spelling, grammar, and usage. Mackia, well he is rude (He swore) and his spelling is so atrocious I won't even begin to talk about how bad it is.

My old saying is, "If a word is worth spelling, it's worth spelling right."

English isn't my first language. I just wan't to do this RP if you would stop black balling me just because I'm new and a foreigner. Just give me another chance.


You godmodded your air force in other threads. We told you your military budget. I'd rather RP with Hogsweat, as I don't believe you're the sort of person who can "keep up with me." No offense intended, it's just you're not the caliber of person I look to RP with. It's my choice with whom I RP, so you're out, and if he is willing, Hogsweat is in.

Now I hope you can understand that "Quit posting in my thread" means, "Get out and leave me alone."You're a shameless godmodder and you can't write above a 4th grade level, you're just not the sort of person I want to RP with. (I put that very bluntly because you had to be a brute and swear in an open forum where children come and play)

Once again English is my second language. And I apologise for swearing at you but you were attacking me. Once again I'm new and I need to learn. The best way to learn is to learn from the best and one of the best is you so if you would let me into this RP and teach me the tricks of the trade then I will be forever grateful.

Now I hope you can understand that "Quit posting in my thread" means, "Get out and leave me alone."You're a shameless godmodder and you can't write above a 4th grade level, you're just not the sort of person I want to RP with. (I put that very bluntly because you had to be a brute and swear in an open forum where children come and play)

Do you have that same peeve about swearing ICly or just OOCly?

Once again English is my second language. And I apologise for swearing at you but you were attacking me. Once again I'm new and I need to learn. The best way to learn is to learn from the best and one of the best is you so if you would let me into this RP and teach me the tricks of the trade then I will be forever grateful.


If you would stop posting in my threads when I've asked you to stop posting. Maybe in whatever country you're from it's considered okay to trespass, but now here, because you are now basically trespassing in my thread. This is CM property, and you were asked to leave.

If you want to learn sit back, shut up, and watch me RP this with somebody who knows how to RP. The best way to learn is to watch two people who know what they're doing. I want this RP to be memorable, not to have one side RPed so poorly because it was done by a rookie. Sorry, but when you're trying to bomb an enemy base and you need it right on target, you don't give it to the new guy so he can get experience. When you want the job done right, pick somebody who knows how to fight.


You sir need to learn more, you are not yet ready to RP on such an intense level. That is my friendly advice to you. Go out there and read other RPs and see what it is people do. This RP is not for you, but maybe one day, you'll be good enough to RP with the more experienced players.

You don't just jump into the deep end before you go through the wading pool as a little kid. You need to learn the basics before getting into such an advanced RP as this one will be.

Do you have that same peeve about swearing ICly or just OOCly?

Occ swearing is just wrong. Ic swearing is okay because it can add flavor to an RP.

The Democratic Confederation of Yerffej will be handling the 500,000 guerillas and 10,000 regulars.

They will have 1,000 81mm mortars, 400 120mm mortars, 300 155mm Howitzers, 24 255mm artillery, and 24 old soviet rocket artillery, 400 AAA, and 100 SAMS. They will also have 1,000 shoulder launched AA weapons.

They will use an elaborate system of porters to haul all the weapons into well-concealed and well-protected positions near the base. Then they'll unleash a massive barrage, they'll overrun a few of the key hill forts using human wave attacks, and then move their guns to the hills they get to use against the other hills and the forces in the valley. They'll have to use their AA and SAM weaponry to hinder and attempt to stop the CM attempts at aerial resupply and reinforcements. You'll also have to use your artillery to crater the 2 airstrips so they cannot be used.


General Antonio Don Juan Miguel and General Philippe Bon were talking.

(Miguel) "We don't have to worry about anything."

(Bon) "Why is that?"

(Miguel) "We're up against yellows again. Those slant-eyed little apes couldn't hit the broadside of a barn. You know that don't you."

(Bon) "I suppose." (Tone hides the fact he is unsure)

(Miguel) "Hey we stopped the yellow peril before, we'll stop it again."

(Bon) "If I recall, in 1983 and early 1984, we lost the campaign in Cambodia."

(Miguel) "Nah, no such thing. We just pulled out to take part in the CM civil war. Remember, we had to fight the Jews, the nigg--s, and the white race traitors."

(Bon) "But then why didn't go back to Cambodia after we won the civil war?"

(Miguel) "Because it wasn't our war. Fabus wasn't about to commit troops to fight and die in somebody else's war."

(Bon) "Okay so what is the point of all of this?"

(Miguel) "I've ordered all the units under my command to stop mounting patrols into the surrounding countryside. The yellows won't be able to get any appreciable amount of artillery and probably they won't be able to get more than a few thousand soldiers up through the mountain roads. They certainly won't be able to supply them." (He had no way of knowing over 2 million civilian porters would form a massive supply convoy using pack animals and if need be, their own backs, to keep the 500,000 guerillas that would be surrounding the firebase well supplied with food and ammunition)

(Bon) "Is it wise to stop patrols?"

(Miguel) "Colonel Pacelli assures me that his artillery will be able to scatter the yellows if they even dare show themselves within 5 miles of the base."

(Bon) "But how will we know if they're out there if we have no patrols?"

(Miguel) "The men are exhausted, they've been working on the fortifications non-stop since they got here. They don't need to work any harder than they already have been. Give them a break."

(Bon) "Okay. I just hope you know what you're doing."

(Miguel) "Don't worry, you know as well as I do that a bunch of slimy go-k peasants with SKSs and a few RPG-7s cannot beat us."

The two generals each goes back to their own command post and work on details and plans for the defense of Firebase Fabus.


The patrols were all called in and the soldiers told there was to be no more patrolling.

The last patrol reports taken at about 4:18 p.m. indicated that the amount of incidents of long range patrols (8-10 miles from the base) encountering enemy units was up almost 1000%. 2 days ago the avg long-range patrol reported about 1 brief firefight with the enemy every 6-7 hours. The reports for today were that of the 12 patrols of 10 men each sent out, each had reported massive firefights with company sized enemy units. They each had to break contact and extricate themselves from the situations they got into.

One patrol even reported (however embarrassingly it was to report) that they had blundered their way into an enemy corp level headquarters and had only gotten out through the quick use of dozens of grenades, SAWS, and the fact that 8 Mi-24s were on station to provide massive fire.

The patrols reported that whatever the enemy was planning it was going to be massive, at least 120,000 irregulars and 4,000 regulars.

General Miguel laughed at the idea of 120,000 Hogsweatian peasants attacking the base. The perimeter defenses, the artillery, and the air support would surely mow them all down. But he had no idea the actual number was closer to 500,000 irregulars and 10,000 regulars, and that his two greatest assets artillery power and air power would be effectively taken out of the coming battle by guerilla artillery and SAM weaponry.


One of the soldiers made the remark, "Could this be a Dien Bien Phu?" his comrade replied, "No, it'll be a Ke Sahn." The soldier wasn't sure though, could it be a Dien Bien Phu? No, impossible, how could a bunch of yellow peasants beat the cream of the crop of the CM Parachute force. (Occ- CM forces usually underestimate their enemies, but usually they don't make any other mistakes so they often win. Here there are too many mistakes being made, the underestimating alone wouldn't be enough to ensure defeat, but we'll see what happens. Something tells me this will be a fun battle)

(Occ- Ke Sahn was a battle where an isolated US garrison in Vietnam held out and drove back the Vietnamese, but they were able to keep the air open for reinforcements and resupply. Also they vigorously patrolled the hills and tried to keep the enemy at a distance so they could use their firepower advantage without risking hitting their own troops. The Vietnamese suffered massive losses attacking Ke Sahn and eventually just faded into the jungle and moved on. Critics originally said Ke Sahn was going to be the American Dien Bien Phu, but they were proven wrong)

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There were rumors that UWA advisors had been arming and equipping the Hogsweatian peasants, they had trained 500,000 irregulars with just basic skills, and they armed them with SKS rifles and hand grenades. They also trained 15,000 regulars and gave them AK-47s, RPG-7s, AAA, SAMS, mortars, and heavy artillery.

General Walter Boing has taken control of all guerilla forces. They are currently pulling back, and have set up camp aproxx. 23 kilometers from the firebase. Boing: "There will some major changes taking place."

Lieutenant Colonel Patrice Ynobo sat in the underground bunker. To be honest, it was less than a bunker than a trench.. less a trench than a rat hole. But it was large enough for man to stand in and it was out of sight of the firebase, and that was what counted. He lit a cigarette. It was his third in as many hours. It always seemed to help when he had to undertake something of this magnitude.

He was a tall man, well over six feet, with a wiry but hard musculature and sunken in cheekbones and eyes, products of a bush diet and a highly spartan lifestyle. A veteran of the Republican revolution and the Three-Day War with Communist Mississippi, he was no green officer who got his bars for his politics. But this.. this was something on a scale he had never imagined. 500,000 men. He didn't think his own country would ever have that many men in its militias let alone the army. But he was a good strategic thinker. An excellent one. And if you have a good head on your shoulders, numbers are only that: numbers. Principles are the same with 10,000 men or 100,000.

The waiting was what was getting to him. The guerilla leaders were supposed to be here to talk strategy 15 minutes ago, and he was positive this was a fight where every second was going to matter.

(OOC: That good?)

The 4 companies arrived at the abandoned airbase that the CM air force had bombed to pieces a few days earlier. They did damage assessment and destroyed whatever the bombings hadn't destroyed.

They finished plowing down the ruins of the control tower, they saw the airstrips had been sufficiently cratered but they decided to lay mines and booby traps all around just in case.

They finished their appointed tasks but discovered a few enemy stragglers; they promptly shot them down with their M-14 rifles.


They then began the 20-mile march back through the jungles to Firebase Fabus. It would be a long awful march, because the men hated the jungles, the parasites, the insects, and the ceaseless rain. One of the soldiers complained to his lieutenant, "Hey lieutenant, can I get out of this shit, give me a leave pass would you?" The lieutenant replied, "Shut up and keep walking."

One of the soldiers said to their lieutenant, "Yeah, you've got nothing to complain about, you'll get back to the base and get to go fuck a nurse, us grunts, well we get to dig trenches."

One of the other soldiers chimed in, "What did you think, that the army was the pinnacle of social equality. The lieutenant here is probably the son of some rich bastard, eh lieutenant?"

The lieutenant replied, "So what if I am. It's not like I'm using my wealth to dodge wars, I'm here fighting along your side."

Another soldier gave his two cents, "Yeah, he's right, he is here with us. And you guys forget, we all volunteered for this."

Yet another soldier gave his thoughts, "The recruiting poster didn't have anything about jungle hellholes and parasites that get in you and make it burn when you piss."

The lieutenant replied, "You might not have realized, but the recruiters don't tell you these sort of things. It has the bad consequence of lowering enlistment. Don't worry I'll see about getting you all leave to wherever the hell you think you can get to in 24 hours. But there are no major cities around here, and this is basically a yellow country, I don't see why you'd want to go into a city. I'd say you're best off sticking around the base and seeing if you can smooth talk your way into sticking it in a nurse."

The soldiers all laughed, they were relieved and happy that their lieutenant was a man with a good sense of humor and that despite coming from a rich background that he was at least attempting to "Be one of the guys."


The soldiers continued to walk through the jungle talking about various concerns and trivial issues of no real importance.

The other platoons were off to their left and right, yet another was in front of them.

The 4 companies would be back at the Firebase in about 8-10 hours.


The lieutenant offered to treat all the men to beers from the officers club, on him of course. They all cheered and agreed it was a great idea. (There is an officers club at the base, believe it or not)

Occ- If you don't like my swearing, please realize it is IC. I apologize if you're offended.

Lieutenant Colonel Patrice Ynobo sat in the underground bunker. To be honest, it was less than a bunker than a trench.. less a trench than a rat hole. But it was large enough for man to stand in and it was out of sight of the firebase, and that was what counted. He lit a cigarette. It was his third in as many hours. It always seemed to help when he had to undertake something of this magnitude.

He was a tall man, well over six feet, with a wiry but hard musculature and sunken in cheekbones and eyes, products of a bush diet and a highly spartan lifestyle. A veteran of the Republican revolution and the Three-Day War with Communist Mississippi, he was no green officer who got his bars for his politics. But this.. this was something on a scale he had never imagined. 500,000 men. He didn't think his own country would ever have that many men in its militias let alone the army. But he was a good strategic thinker. An excellent one. And if you have a good head on your shoulders, numbers are only that: numbers. Principles are the same with 10,000 men or 100,000.

The waiting was what was getting to him. The guerilla leaders were supposed to be here to talk strategy 15 minutes ago, and he was positive this was a fight where every second was going to matter.

(OOC: That good?)


Occ- Oh yeah :)


Ic- The young 2nd Lieutenant Patrick Johnson (23) led his platoon forward, they were all chatting about what they'd be doing when they got back to the base. The lieutenant had taken out a custom-made cigarillo holder, silver with the insignia of the 1st Parachute Division engraved on it. He had 35 very expensive cigarillos inside. (Well expensive in the grunts eyes, $50 per cigarillo, the Fabus Premium brand, the same kind that all the high party officials that smoke cigarillos use). He could see one of the grunts eyeballing his cigarillo, the grunts just smoked cheap tobacco, about 40 cents per smoke He started saying, "Here", "Here you go", "Take one" as he handed one out to each of the 30 soldiers.

They thanked him heartily and then lit up. The entire unit smoked, they were enjoying their cigarillos when one of them saw something odd, something out of place. He stopped and called his comrades over, they moved in cautiously, it was camo netting, they flung it back, it was covering a ZU-23 23MM Antiaircraft Gun.

The lieutenant was so shocked that his cigarillo fall from his mouth, "Oh my God, there aren't supposed to be any AA weapons in this area, none at all. We have to get back to base and report this right away. The radio won't work with all these hills and mountains in the way. Come on, double time people, move, move." The lieutenant knew whoever had placed the weapon there could be back at any time. His platoon began to basically run through the jungle as fast as they could without losing unit cohesion. They were 16 miles from the Firebase. They had alerted the other platoons and other 3 companies as to what they found. The other units reported finding similar items. One unit found a 155mm howitzer, and another found a 255mm howitzer. Perhaps most disturbing, was the finding of a crate of rockets for the SA-18 shoulder launched SAM.

The units would all have to hurry back to base to report these finds. If they could get there in time, Su-25s and wild weasels could attack and possibly destroy the SAMs, the howitzers, and other weapons. They would have done the job themselves, but they used all of their explosives to finish off the abandoned airbase.

The troops weren't about to make it sixteen miles. Ynobo had seen to that. The handful of fighters he had, a few hundred UWA special forces, were assigned to guard such isolated outposts that were crucial to the Colone's strategy.

From the darkness of the jungle melted two dozen soldiers on all sides of the fleeing group. They had hid in thickly packed underbrush, in pits covered with leaves and branches that to the naked eye appeared to be level ground. A few were even in treetops. Where they had come from would have bewildered the Mississippians; these soldiers, who they regarded as half-human mongreloids, had swooped upon them live ghosts.

As soon as they appeared, someone shouted "Drop your guns! You're surrounded!" in English. The platoon outnumbered the black Special Forces operatives, but the way they were grouped it was very difficult to tell. There was also the fact that they had them surrounded, and their superior numbers would be whittled down quickly by a lethal crossfire.

The troops weren't about to make it sixteen miles. Ynobo had seen to that. The handful of fighters he had, a few hundred UWA special forces, were assigned to guard such isolated outposts that were crucial to the Colone's strategy.

From the darkness of the jungle melted two dozen soldiers on all sides of the fleeing group. They had hid in thickly packed underbrush, in pits covered with leaves and branches that to the naked eye appeared to be level ground. A few were even in treetops. Where they had come from would have bewildered the Mississippians; these soldiers, who they regarded as half-human mongreloids, had swooped upon them live ghosts.

As soon as they appeared, someone shouted "Drop your guns! You're surrounded!" in English. The platoon outnumbered the black Special Forces operatives, but the way they were grouped it was very difficult to tell. There was also the fact that they had them surrounded, and their superior numbers would be whittled down quickly by a lethal crossfire.


Lieutenant Johnson called back, "There are over 300 more soldiers around here, surrounding you as we speak. Open fire and they'll grenade you to death with M-203s. I suggest we just make a truce and part ways. Come out from where you are, I'd like to speak with you." (He sets his rifle down and holds out a white handkerchief as a sign of wanting to talk)

The man replied gruffly, snorting in derision. "That's what you think. Your men don't even know you're here. Your fault for not radioing ahead immediately. As for your men 'surrounding' us, they are walking into an ambush. All walking corpses. You can refuse to belief me, but you risk your life, and the lives of your men."

OOC: I'll let Yerrfej handle the rest, otherwise I'd overstep my authority. Basically, for his benefit.. in the jungle, out of sight of the firebase and protected by thick forest, Ynobo is moving guerillas, both UWA and Hogsweatian, as well as equipment like the ones you mentioned. There should be a few thousand men hiding there in a primitive network of tunnels and ratholes.

The man replied gruffly, snorting in derision. "That's what you think. Your men don't even know you're here. Your fault for not radioing ahead immediately. As for your men 'surrounding' us, they are walking into an ambush. All walking corpses. You can refuse to belief me, but you risk your life, and the lives of your men."

OOC: I'll let Yerrfej handle the rest, otherwise I'd overstep my authority. Basically, for his benefit.. in the jungle, out of sight of the firebase and protected by thick forest, Ynobo is moving guerillas, both UWA and Hogsweatian, as well as equipment like the ones you mentioned. There should be a few thousand men hiding there in a primitive network of tunnels and ratholes.


Lieutenant Johnson whispered to his men in the quietest voice, "Count to 10, then hit the dirt, and start shooting at wherever you'd be hiding if you were out there." Johnson kept talking aloud to the enemy saying, "Why don't you come out and we can talk." (In his mind he is counting, he reaches 10) he and all his men hit the ground; one of them fires an AT-4 missile at a large area of brush and then goes prone. The 30 men begin spraying wildly into the tall elephant grass with their M-14 rifles. Soldiers began lobbing hand grenades out all around them. They continued to fire. 3 of the soldiers used M-249 SAWs, 1 used an M-79 grenade launcher (Not standard issue but he insists on carrying it everywhere because his father used it in Nam and it is sort of a family heirloom)

2 of the soldiers were each carrying an M240G Medium Machine Gun and they opened up, spraying every which way with the weapons. 2 other soldiers served as loaders for the MMGs.

The soldiers began to pop smoke from smoke grenades. One of the soldiers with an MMG loaded a fresh box, took the length of the feed out of the box and strung it over his shoulder, he then told the others to "Run for it." He stood up screaming, "YE HA!!" as he blazed away at the enemy. The other 29 soldiers made a run for it and faded off into the dense jungle.

The soldier with the MMG was riddled with dozens of bullets. He fell backwards still breathing although only with great difficulty. He heard footsteps coming. He knew it was the enemy.

The Department of Military Intelligence HQ in Jackson City was buzzing with activity. There were people running around to conferences and other meetings. Satellite photographs were showing very disturbing developments near Firebase Fabus in the jungles of Hogsweat. The analysts came to the conclusion that either the base should be immediately evacuated, reinforced, or steps taken to ensure that the air would stay open for resupply, reinforcement, and medievac.

It was decided to use 50 Su-25s to attack the howitzers entrenched about 10-15 miles from the base. But they had no way of knowing just how strong the AA and SAM presence was in the region. Also 100 Mi-24 helicopters would mount rocket attacks against formations of enemy infantry, once they found them that is. They would patrol over the regions outside of the base until they found worthwhile targets.


20 of the Mi-24 helicopters and 10 of the Su-25s took off from the Firebase itself. (The base has a compliment of 150 Mi-24s, 30 Su-25s, 8 F-16s, 12 F-15s, 8 F-35s, 8 MiG-31s, 12 MiG-29s, 5 B-52s, and 36 Mirage F1s. Most of the helicopters and planes are kept in hardened hangars. But 30 of the Mi-24s, 24 of the Mirage F1s, 3 of the B-52s, 3 of the MiG-31s, 6 of the MiG-29s, and 2 F-16s are kept in the open .

Whoever was in charge didn't give him time to count. He warned him not to move. He knew he was conspiring, planning something. By the time he reached '5', his men opened up, a devastating volley of machine gun and assault rifle fire. He had to kill these men. He had to kill them fast. And the rest of his guerillas had to deal with the 300 strong battallion before the enemy had time to prepare a significant counter-respone.

OOC: Retroactive time note: the conference between Ynobo should take place BEFORE these events, hours before. Basically, this is when he executes his plan and puts it into action. The officer briefing is where he plans everything out and lays everything on the table.

Its interesting. You'll like it.

The young man in the field laying in the tall grass was bleeding profusely. The enemy soldiers approached him cautiously. He was obvioulsy in a very bad way. He struggled to choke out the words, "What are you waiting for. Do it." As he spoke he coughed up blood, more blood of the young martyrs of Mississippi to be spilled on foreign land for causes that few understood. CM had no real interests here.

One of the asian guerillas armed with an SKS rifle asked a black UWA advisor, "What do we do? Do we take prisoners?"

Whoever was in charge didn't give him time to count. He warned him not to move. He knew he was conspiring, planning something. By the time he reached '5', his men opened up, a devastating volley of machine gun and assault rifle fire. He had to kill these men. He had to kill them fast. And the rest of his guerillas had to deal with the 300 strong battallion before the enemy had time to prepare a significant counter-respone.

OOC: Retroactive time note: the conference between Ynobo should take place BEFORE these events, hours before. Basically, this is when he executes his plan and puts it into action. The officer briefing is where he plans everything out and lays everything on the table.

Its interesting. You'll like it.


Hey, I got mine out first. Please edit yours to fit with mine, I was going somewhere with it :)

Don't worry: it won't really matter if they get back or not. But if they get back I can RP the lieutenant's callous disregard of what happened out there and shed some more light on the tremendous class divisions in CM. So please edit that.

Occ- You're going to win the battle so what does it matter if a few companies get back to the base to be there to take part in the great defeat.

OOC: And before we continue, we have to wait for Yeffej's guerilla officers to conference so you can see exactly what's going on, otherwise this will get ridiculously confusing.

Bump. UWA would you please edit out that part and allow for the bulk of the platoon to get away, then reply to what to do with the wounded man who is left behind. Then we can move forward and perhaps soon start the siege.

Thank you.

Bump

OOC: I don't know how to edit, so this post supercedes the former.

The jungle path erupted into chaos. The Mississippian soldiers suddenly and unexpectedly opened up, cutting down several men and causing the rest to hit the ground. Panicked and desperate the UWA commandos remaining opened up on the partly surrounded platoon with lethal effect, especially the riflemen waiting in the treetops. Though they might get away, they weren't about to do so unbloodied.

6 soldiers fell to the deadly fire. The lieutenant even took a round to the arm, but he shrugged it off and kept running. More rounds came in, a few more soldiers were wounded, but they were still running, mostly on pure adrenaline and also amphetamines (standard issue for all paratroopers) Also 2 more men fell, seriously wounded, they volunteered to stay and buy time as they couldn't move and they didn't want their comrades to be slowed down.

The wounded Medium Machine gun operator lay in the field pondering his fate. There were 3 Asian guerillas standing over him, one of them had an SKS rifle trained at his face. They asked the UWA advisor, "Do we take prisoners?"


There were small groups of Asian guerillas standing over each of the 2 wounded men in on the edge of the jungle grass. They were debating what to do. They finally just asked a UWA advisor, "Well, do we take prisoners?"

The other 21 CM paratroopers including Lieutenant Johnson all made it alive into the depths of the jungle, and they just kept running. They dropped everything except weapons, ammunition, water, and other equipment (NVG for one) all their clothing was dropped as they ran. They dropped their rations; one soldier even dropped a flask full of expensive liquor. It was all deadweight and the ship was taking on water fast.

bump for UWA and Yerffej to get their replies in.

The UWA commander emerged from the forest, face painted a deep jungle green, motioning towards the wounded men with his gun. "We don't execute people who aren't sabateours or spies. We aren't like them. Tie their hands, gag them, and bring them to securely held territory. But if there are wounded men from our side who need help and medicine, don't waste any on these goons if you can't spare it."


Approximately 6 hours ago:

Ynobo turned to the array of Hogsweatian guerilla commanders standing, sitting, or kneeling in the horribly cramped underground command center. "Good to have you here, gentlemen. In front of you is a map of the surrounding area, on which I will outline our plan for victory."

His enthusiastic tone suddenly turned grave, the optimism suddenly gone from his sharply drawn features. "I must warn you all, this is not going to be easy. Many will be sacrificed to attain freedom here. Many thousands of young men and boys, brave martyrs all, will shed their blood to water the tree of democracy. I tell you that by the end of this our losses may very well be appalling under normal circumstances, but this is as far from a normal war as one can get."

He pointed to a place of high elevation on the map. "Victoria. This point is a linchpin in Mississippi's defensive strategy. It is defended by 3 rifle companies, 6 heavy machine guns, 12 medium machine guns, 4 81mm mortars, and possibly a howitzer. There is also the possibility of special weapons being used to defend the position. Control of this point is key to taking the base in the valley. from here we can move large amounts of artillery, possibly even within range of the base itself.

His pointer struck another spot marked with a pushpin with a loud "smack!". "This, on the other hand, is a Mississippian defensive strongpoint that is extremely weak. It has little strategic value as an artillery emplacement and is the least defendable of all the places where they have troops. This is where we will strike first."

"We will take several thousand men and attack, using what mortars and light artillery we can spare. This will, if I am correct, cause the Mississippians to think we are exploiting a tactical weakness in their line and cause them to concentrate their artillery and air power on this particular assault. It is at this point that we can assault Victoria while the enemy is distracted and thinks they are winning."

"We will take 1000 regular Hogsweatian forces and 30,000 irregular militia and make an all out scramble for Victoria. Your men will not be going in without support; Federation snipers will be in position to attempt to eliminate as many of the enemy machine guns as possible, and your own guns can provide sufficient artillery cover."

"Once Point Victoria is in our hands, the Mississippian position will become untenable. We will bring as many troops and guns as is practical and bombard the Mississippian defensive positions, which by our holding of Victoria will have become split in two."

"while field guns pound the enemy positions, our rocket artillery at Victoria will have sufficient range to hit the Mississippian airfields. Air supply is key to keeping their forces functioning and ensuring their survival. If no planes can land supplies because their runways are cratered, the battle will be essentially over. Both fuel dumps and runways will be targeted, the former taking precedence."

"We have also taken Mississippian airpower into account. While CM troops have essentially had their backs turned we have moved 2000 troops as well as a tremendous array of anti-aircraft weaponry, both guns and man-portable SAMs to this point here. AA at this point can essentially command the field and turn the sky into a killing zone for their planes. They will either be forced to take heavy losses in the air from our ZSUs and Kanabian SAMS (OOC: The UWA used the shoulder-fired SAMS the Kanabians donated to arm the rebels. They're a unique Kanabian design and fairly advanced, I think, on par with the Stinger), OR they will be forced to concentrate their airpower on destroying the AA strongpoint. Either way, they lose, for by that time the craft they have in the air won't be able to land."

"This is our plan, henceforth referred to as Operation Red Knife. I will go over particulars with each commander individually. In the meantime, are there any questions?"

Colonel Herman Von Thaller was on the run, he was about 14 miles from his base, and he had been running all day. As was standard survival training, he avoided the main paths and moved only when it wouldn't make too much noise. There was currently a torrent of rain pouring down and it covered the sounds his boots made on the leaves and sticks.

He kept running, focused only on getting back to the base.

However he accidentally blundered his way into an ambush of UWA soldiers. He looked around and saw there were 10 of them. He then dropped his MP-5 and took his 45 caliber out of his holster and dropped it as well. He put both his arms into the air.

One of the UWA soldiers recognized him as the legendary CM fighter ace.

(Thaller) "Well, what are you waiting for? Either kill me or take me to whatever facility you have pressed into serving as a prisoner of war camp."





About Colonel Herman Von Thaller (35) The most well known and the greatest fighter ace in CM. Has 394 aerial kills to his credit and 618 kills if you include aircraft he’s destroyed that were on the ground (224). He is a dashing, daring, adventurous, and handsome “Fly boy”. He has taken part in the war in Egypt, Libya, and he flew aerial cover for the C-130s in the UWA operation. He also is the one who usually commands the squadron defending the Premier's private jet. His nickname is “Hans” (Nobody really remembers how he got his nickname, but he is friends with Hans Kaltenbrunner, and people always got them mixed up, so now people just call both of them Hans because it is easier) In one battle Thaller shot down 8 MiG-29s, 8 Mirage F1s, 4 F-16s, 4 F-14s and 112 MiG-21s. He is always in his custom F-16D that is painted to look like a threatening shark. His usual armament is 1000 rounds for the 20mm cannon, and 12 or 24 AIM-120 AA missiles.



Meanwhile back at Firebase Fabus, General Miguel and General Bon were having a disagreement over whether Colonel Pacelli should fortify his gun pits to protect his artillery. General Miguel believed that the men had worked hard enough. General Bon believed better safe than sorry. Colonel Pacelli assured both generals that his artillery would silence whatever amount of guns the enemy managed to lug into the hills. He said it would be a cinch because Asians and blacks were very inaccurate anyway, so there was no need to worry.


Lieutenant Johnson and 20 of his platoon arrived back at the base and gave a full report. Johnson gave it in a callous mechanical way, naming off those who died, handing in dog tags. The other soldiers were shocked that he was naming off men he had served with for 2 years as though they were just names. But Johnson had never really made anything more than half-hearted attempt to build bonds with his men, and it showed. That was perhaps the worst problem in the CM army at large, and it was most evident in the Parachute units, where the officers were all the sons of nobility and the enlisted were all the sons of peasants. The Republican Guard was somewhat better but most all of the members were middle class and upper class.

Johnson was true to his word though, and he bought drinks for all the men in his unit who made it back. However he didn't stick around, he went off to get his arm patched up by a nurse. And when that was done, the two of them got on with "other" things.

The soldiers were sitting around outside the officers club (Enlisted men are not allowed in) and were talking.

(Soldier 1) "What do you think of those guns we saw out there?"

(Soldier 2) "General Miguel says that the yellows won't be able to do anything with just a few SAMs and howitzers. Besides, Colonel Pacelli's artillery will chase away their gun crews the second they show themselves."

(Soldier 3) "How many do you think there are out there?"

(Soldier 4) "No idea, but do you think it was wise for the command to send 6 companies to Beting when we are already in need of reinforcements here?"

(Soldier 5) "Relax, we've got over 35,000 soldiers here. We can hold against anything."

(Soldier 6) "God himself could not take this base." (Revealing his sheer and utter arrogance, almost in the same way that people said about the Titanic, "God himself could not sink this ship." But the ship had gone down almost a century ago, and the base would go down in due time).

(Soldier 7) "HQ wouldn't let anything happen to us... Would they? We're the best 2 divisions in the entire army. We're only rivaled by the Republican Guard. They'll send reinforcements if we wind up in trouble. Won't they?"

(Soldier 8) "Oh yeah, they won't just leave us here to die. They can't... (Voice unsure) Can they?"

(Soldier 9) "Nah don't worry. I know what'll happen. Those yellows will try their usual human wave tactics and our heavy weapons in the hill strongpoints will mow them down. I mean Victoria is so well manned nothing could take it."

(Soldier 10) "Where do you suppose the first attack will come?"

(Soldier 11) (In a nearly scientific and totally analytical tone, he is attempting to be modest as he says) "Well I am certainly no officer. But I'd launch 2 or more attacks at once, a few against our best strongpoints, those being the real ones. And then a few attacks will come at weak strongpoints. That way we'd think they were exploiting our weaknesses and we'd send our reserves to the weak parts, meanwhile they use a massive human wave to overrun our best strongpoint. They'd then haul guns in and dig in to beat back our counter-attack. Then from their newly gained vantage point, they could rain fire down on every other hill strongpoint and then drive us off of those as well. Then with our forces pushed into the valley and cramped together they'd pound the airstrips and our supply depots. They'd have to find out some method to keep us from getting aerial drops though. I don't think they have the SAMs and AAA for it though." (He would have made a good officer but they turned him down for being “not from the proper social class” so he enlisted)

(Soldier 10) "Well thank you for your life story."


The soldiers went on talking about what they thought would happen. As they talked the other 3 companies that had been sent to the abandoned airbase were coming back in. Each had suffered at least a few losses. There were 480 men sent out to the abandoned airbase, and 423 returned.

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We need a Private Military Corporation to help us out in Hogsweat. We need 5,000 PMCs to get to the city of Beting ASAP. Money is no object. Just deploy and deploy fast.


We will eventually want a total of about 15,000 PMC soldiers deployed to the cities in Hogsweat where the government is barely hanging on.


Again, money is no object. Just name a reasonable price and I'll pay it.

Yerffej will be unable to do his part, time constraints. So UWA will take full command of the Guerilla and Regular army that will be in the siege.


UWA, I await your posts. :)

Bump. UWA it's all you now. You may begin the attack at your leisure. I highly suggest you download MSN messenger or Yahoo messenger so we can RP the attack in a chat window so we can do unit by unit replies and not have delays that posting makes, and possible conflicts with each other's posts.

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OOC: Cool.. just maybe wait until tomorrow. See, I'm gonna be out for the day off somewhere, but tomorrow i have jack shit to do and I can make a decent post.

OOC: Cool.. just maybe wait until tomorrow. See, I'm gonna be out for the day off somewhere, but tomorrow i have jack shit to do and I can make a decent post.

:)

The UWA fighter took a good, hard look at his new prisoner, keeping his aim and grip firm on his jungle carbine. Suddenly he allowed himself a dry, close mouthed chuckle as he finally recognized the man. "You'd think an officer of your caliber would know better than to run around alone in hostile territory. Let's go, "Hans". Your flieing days are over." With that two of the men restrained his hands and ran off to their command HQ at a brisk pace, never letting their valable captive leave their sight.

Meanwhile...

In the miles and miles of jungle surrounding the Communist Mississippian strongpoints, preparations for Operation Red Knife were well under way. Commandante Diem wiped sweat from his brow and took a swig from his rapidly emptying canteen. Moving this many people and weapons close to the first strike point, codenamed simply The Hill, was no easy feat. Dozens of mortars, thousands of men, and 155 mm howitzers had to be dragged through dense jungle with little more than man and donkey power, but by now everything was in place.

Diem knew that the mission was extremely dangerous, possibly even suicide. Yet still, he and his forces had volunteered without reservation. The Hill was the mostly lightly defended point in the defensive network but it would still be a hard nut to crack, though he had been assured that as soon as Victoria was seized his men would have all the artillery support that could be mustered.

The Commandante gave the order to his artillery commanders. From under the cover of the canopy, guided by expert UWA and Hogsweatian spotters, the force's guns roared to life. Several dozen light 81mm mortars, 40 120mm pieces, and 12 of the heavier 155mm howitzers belched explosive death onto the Mississippian position. The 4000 strong infantry force hunkered down, prayed to whatever higher power they worshipped, and prepared to make the deadly climb..

Colonel Herman Thaller replied to them, "Herman Von Thaller, Colonel, Mississippian Air force, 08901256A, April 15th, 1969." Then he was quiet, he said nothing more, and he intended to say nothing more.


Meanwhile back at the base.


Colonel Pacelli was lying in bed with a nurse when the first shells impacted around the base, the intensity took him by surprise, and he finally realized the gravity of the situation. He jumped up, ran outside naked and started screaming, "Counter-battery fire, now!" All around the base the alarms sounded, soldiers rushed out of the barracks and bunkers to man the heavy weapons. Many of them were hung over and a good number were drunk. It was a complete surprise.

General Bon immediately ordered the entire air contingent at the base into the air to fly support.


The base has a compliment of 150 Mi-24s, 30 Su-25s, 8 F-16s, 12 F-15s, 8 F-35s, 8 MiG-31s, 12 MiG-29s, 5 B-52s, and 36 Mirage F1s. Most of the helicopters and planes are kept in hardened hangars. But 30 of the Mi-24s, 24 of the Mirage F1s, 3 of the B-52s, 3 of the MiG-31s, 6 of the MiG-29s, and 2 F-16s are kept in the open.

The planes attempted to get airborne. The helicopters got into the air without much trouble. But something awful happened when the 18th Su-25 attempted to takeoff, hit was hit on the runway by a howitzer shell and thus one of the runways was blocked off.



All totaled, the CM forces had gotten 150 Mi-24s, 17 Su-25s, 6 F-16s, 4 F-35s, 5 MiG-31s, 7 MiG-29s, 3 B-52s, and 27 Mirage F1s. Many others were caught in the open and destroyed by deadly accurate artillery fire.


The CM batteries began to fire back. 100 155mm howitzers and 800 81mm mortars, and 100 120mm mortars sang their songs of death as they hurled their deadly shells screaming through the air towards the enemy. They managed to silence a few of the enemy guns. But they had given away their positions. They enemy continued to mercilessly fire back. Colonel Pacelli, who was now in uniform realized he had made a horrible blunder with the open gun pits, his artillery was being slaughtered.

The artillery duel had been going on for about 4 hours. Most of the CM batteries were running low on ammunition; the supply trucks would have to move more up from the depots. But there was also another problem. 400 of the 81mm mortars, the enemy had already knocked out 60 of the 155mm howitzers, and 30 of the 120mm mortars.

Colonel Pacelli began to cry; it was his entire fault, the tears of shame and remorse streamed down his face with as much ferocity as the shells impacting around him. He knew it was over. The airfields wouldn't be able to stay open like this. It was all his fault, his anger and hatred for the enemy soon turned inwards to himself, he realized his arrogance was his own worst enemy, he could have beaten these people, but his arrogance blinded him. He calmly walked into the office of General Bon and shook his hand and he apologized for his failure. General Bon said, "The air force will save us, you'll see. Don't worry, we still hold the perimeter, we'll be fine, don't blame yourself friend. You had no idea of knowing. We have supplies for over 50 days. We can hold until relieved." The colonel then sighed and walked gloomily to General Miguel’s office, the same sort of words exchanged.

He then walked to his office, like a dead man walking the green mile. He knew there was only one way to regain his honor. He walked inside his office, opened the drawer, there was a 9mm Beretta inside. He took his time to sit and wonder about the concept of honor, what it meant to him, what it was worth sacrificing to gain or to preserve honor. He knew what it was worth. He calmly chambered a round, he knew for him it would all be over, but for the men outside, the men on the perimeter, they would have to live on and deal with consequences of his blunders. And that hurt him more than anything. He placed the barrel against the side of his temple, he hesitated for a few seconds, and then he eased his finger back on the trigger.

A captain would find him slumped over his desk about 30 minutes later. A note he left apologized for his blunders and took responsibility for the inevitable defeat.



The force at Victoria was holding incredibly well. They had been reinforced by about 80 pilots and mechanics that no longer had any planes to work on due to the fact many planes were destroyed in the open. Also 40 administrators were pressed into service and sent to Victoria. Then there were those who were in hospital with Venereal disease, about 200 soldiers, they were all kicked out and told to go to Victoria. Thus the forces defending Victoria had nearly doubled. The general's had determined that Victoria was the point that had to be held at all costs. There were currently 680 soldiers defending Victoria. And their fire was murderous and very accurate.

General Bon and General Miguel were debating the issue of allowing chemical release (All parachute divisions keep a decent supply of hydrogen cyanide, sarin, and mustard gas with them)

General Bon decided it would be okay and thus 12 155mm howitzers loaded mustard gas and opened fire on tightly packed formations of guerillas. The soldiers on Victoria used their mortars to fire sarin gas into the assaulting forces. All around the perimeter soldiers heard the words, "Gas, Gas, Gas" come over the speaker system, they quickly went into action, they had their NBC gear on in a flash.

The two platoons (60 men) on "The Cliff" position were wondering what was going on, they had been hearing fire, but their speaker system wasn't working. The 1st lieutenant there decided it was clearly an attack and he told his men to suit up and be ready. They were holding a position about what was basically a cliff, CM command had deemed it impassable, but they were here just to make sure. They only had 2 heavy machine guns, 4 medium machine guns, 6 SAWS, and 2 mortars. It was pretty light defenses for a strongpoint. There were still the lines of razor wire and the bunker itself that made the strongpoint most imposing.

The high command had decided that "The Cliff" was unimportant and thus had sent all available reinforcements to Victoria. The soldiers on Victoria looked out down the steep hill and wondered who would dare attempt to take their impregnable fortress. Their fortress that stood like the Alamo, as though the Asians were the Mexicans and the CM soldiers were daring them, "Come and take it!"

The Asians weren't expecting the battle to be easy, they knew that the 1st and 2nd Parachute Division were the two best Parachute Divisions CM had, and they knew they would sell their lives dearly. This was not just a battle for a base; it was a battle of ideals. And the soldiers defending the base were not about to see white military supremacy smashed, because then it might open the door to questioning white racial supremacy. They would fight to the death to defend the ideals that they knew and loved. They would fight on regardless of losses, regardless of supplies, regardless of air cover. This was a war of extermination, there was to be no runner-up prize. To the victors go the spoils. The losers would be utterly annihilated.

OOC: Point of clarification: Only "The Hill" is under attack right now. THat's the point, to direct enemy fire towards that position and hit Victoria later, make it look like that area is recieving the brunt of the assault.

OOC: Point of clarification: Only "The Hill" is under attack right now. THat's the point, to direct enemy fire towards that position and hit Victoria later, make it look like that area is recieving the brunt of the assault.


Occ- Well the command believes Victoria is the most important. They believe "The Cliff" is impassable terrain so they won't even take an attack against it seriously.

I suggest you try a massed human wave of 50,000+ irregulars and perhaps preceded by 100-200 sappers to attack Victoria.

Unfortunately, the Mississippian forces had badly misjudged their enemy's anti-air capability. On the cliffside where the platoon had been ambushed only hours earlier lay a massive battery of Soviet anti-aircraft strike weapons and hundreds of handheld SAM systems, along with a few ground based. The Kanabian weapons were possibly the best in the arsenal, with advanced heat seeking guidance systems difficult to fool with flare and chaff.

As the Mississippian air wing swooped down on the guerilla forces these opened up with a vengeance. ZSU systems filled the sky with a hail of 40mm rounds and exploding shrapnel charges while SAMs streaked towards helicopters and fighter-bombers. Not all the gunners were trained flak gunners, but the sheer volume of shrapnel and led flieing to the air would pose a serious threat to the air assault component of CM's defenses.

Underneath Point Victoria, phase 2 of the plan, in execution since last week, was about to hit the defenders like a ton of bricks. A handful of soldiers had spent long amounts of time and labor diggining a tunnel through the dirt and underneath the hilltop fortress, where they were to place cases of dynamite to blow apart a particularly sheer part of the rock where many of the heavy machine guns were placed. it wasn't a straight path by any means, winding about several times in order to dig through soft jungle soil and avoid veritable walls of impassable root. Several dozen in the past few hours had suddenly turned to one. The other diggers had made their way out of the tunnel, but with no timing device, one man had to stay behind and detonate the charges. The brave volunteer flicked his cigarette lighter over each of the fuses, and waited for the flame and metal to take him. He'd always known he would die here, but at least he would take a few dozen of those bastards with him.

On the surface, Victoria was recieving a serious amount of artillery fire. The rest of the forces mortars were concentrated on the other defensive points, their goal to pin down the scattered enemy artillery with murderous counterfire. So far, due to Mississippian shortsightedness, it appeared to be having great effect.

General Bon didn't like the way things were going. General Miguel was demanding Bon (Bon is in overall command) call High Command and arrange for at least 1/2 dozen tactical nuclear strikes. Bon told Miguel "You're insane if you think I'm going to do that."

CM High Command immediately agreed to send in the 3rd Parachute Division to reinforce the base. They also agreed to mount "Operation ThunderClap" which was to be the largest aerial bombing campaign in CM operational history at the time. It would involved over 2,000 B-52s, 2,000 Su-25s, 8,000 F-16Ds, and 12,000 Mi-24s. There were also to be 500 Wild Weasels.

The 18,000 soldiers of the 3rd Parachute were to attempt to various maneuvers, 15,000 of them would jump into the base, and 3,000 of them would attempt to jump behind enemy lines to sow confusion, then they would fight their through to the base.


Things were not going too well so far. But Bon agreed to allow more chemical attacks.

The few dozen Mi-24 helicopters from the base still operational were ordered to use long-range fire to deliver hydrogen cyanide rockets against the enemy. Approximately 3,120 rockets filled with hydrogen cyanide were to be fired. The helicopters got airborne, hovering right over the base. Using their rockets to fire at the enemy who couldn't even see them from the distance they were at. It would be brutally effective. But Bon wasn't sure it'd be enough. He stirred up the hornets nest, and there wasn't enough spray to kill the whole nest, just to kill enough to anger the others.

The chemical attacks were meeting a modest amount of success, felling thousands of men, but far more limited than their commanders predicted. The wind was stagnant and nonexistant, and the troops were too spread out for the rockets to be a decisive factor. At the same time, the use of WMD was about to backfire on the Mississippian troops; Ynobo had given an order of "no quarter". No prisoners were to be taken unless they were of high rank with strategic value.

The hills of Hogsweat were suddenly rocked by a tremendous explosion, several hundred pounds of dynamite placed in strategic locations suddenly blowing huge holes in the side of the hill, and hopefully in the Mississippian defenses. Then came the charge. 40,000 militiamen and 500 regular troops mixed among them began a screaming charge towards Point Victoria now that the explosives had done their work, raining rifle grenades down on the defenders before they got within shooting range. They were being covered by heavy artillery, and launched themselves at the enemy force just as a battery of rockets slammed itself onto their heads. The Americans might be dedicated to their cause, but half the people defending their positions were either sick or non-combat personnel attempting to fend off a force that outnumbered them a hundred to one.

OOC: Where are those bombers coming from? How long would it take them to get there?

OOC: Where are those bombers coming from? How long would it take them to get there?


Occ- I'll RP the bombers arriving at about 8-9 P.M. eastern standard tonight.


The soldiers on the hill were stunned, about 40 of them had died in the large blast, furthermore, they had lost 1/2 their mortars the machine guns. But they still had two miniguns and the howitzer. The howitzer was lowered to the as low as it could go and fired a cluster munitions round into the middle of the advancing mass of enemy soldiers. The troops manning the miniguns and surviving machine guns and mortars panicked and fired so fast that eventually the weapons overheated. The mortar crews fired about 45 rounds in one minute and then they went to drop 46 in and boom, the round went off prematurely and the mortar crew was blown to pieces. About 30-40 soldiers had been sent flying down the hill when the bomb went off; they were wounded but otherwise alive. They were in a daze as the enemy swept towards them, they were also without weapons. Some of them were lying down and put their hands into the air, others managed to get into a standing or semi-standing position and put their hands in the air. The 3 commissars at the top of Victoria seeing what was going on mowed them all down with machine guns.


The counter-battery fire from the CM batteries grew weaker and weaker until it eventually stopped. CM batteries didn't have enough ammunition to fire at where they thought the enemy artillery was, they had to wait until they could be 100% certain.


The remaining Mi-24s were loaded up again and went up for another strike with Sarin this time. The pilots had been flying close air support for over 6 hours straight and the strain was beginning to show. One of the helicopters attempting to takeoff got caught in the wind that was just starting to pick up and crashed into the control tower of the 1st airstrip. It was a disaster, 1 airstrip and 1 control tower already knocked out. But the strong winds in the CM's favor meant the gas would carry well to the enemy. Bon considered it a fair trade for the air control tower, and he silently thanked God that the winds were finally with them.

The 16 Mi-24s fired their rockets of Sarin against the approaching enemy masses, but they didn't know if it would be enough to stop them, they were a surging mass of hatred bent upon vengeance against the CM forces who had so arrogantly jumped into their land, into their conflict. This was their war, and they would be damned if some outsiders got involved.

One of soldiers in a trench on Victoria was squatting down in the trench, holding his knees and screaming, "When will it end?" "Why won't it stop?" "Make it stop", the 8 hours of ceaseless shelling had driven him insane. He was oblivious to the pieces of earth and concrete flying around him, and the parts of bodies that would occasionally land next to him. He had been splattered with the warm blood of his comrades, but his mind was gone, he was somewhere else, someplace safe.

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Victoria was quickly becoming merely a question of numbers. The remaining garrison just didn't have the weapons or the ammunition to kill every last one of the attackers, not when they weren't going to give up until every last one of them was dead in a ditch. The howitzer cut swaths through their lines, but still they came, wave after wave; after awhile, it became clear that they were advancing faster than their enemies could cut them down.

To make matters worse, the guerillas were targeting specifically the weapons that were hindering their progress. Mortar crews were letting shells fly on top of the heads of the men crewing the artillery piece, and UWA snipers were at it again, using their Dragunovs to pick off the hapless soldiers who attempted to man the miniguns.

Ynobo was beginning to get restless. Scouts had reported aircraft takeoffs, and he could only guess what it meant - another chemical weapon assault. "Send a radio transmission to those bastards," he told one of his Hogsweatian aids. "Let them know exactly who we have captive, and tell them that the next time they use unconventional weapons will mean the execution of their prisoners, including their precious fighter ace."

Ynobo was beginning to get restless. Scouts had reported aircraft takeoffs, and he could only guess what it meant - another chemical weapon assault. "Send a radio transmission to those bastards," he told one of his Hogsweatian aids. "Let them know exactly who we have captive, and tell them that the next time they use unconventional weapons will mean the execution of their prisoners, including their precious fighter ace."


Colonel Herman Von Thaller was sitting blindfolded with his hands behind his back, but his gag was out. He was talking, "They won't stop using chemical weapons just for one man. If they use enough, they might save their entire army. Right now they're wondering which is more important. I'm just one man, I'm not worth it, and the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one."


The 3rd parachute division attempted to drop 18 regiments into the base, but the drops were all scattered to hell, and only 12,000 soldiers landed in the base. They were quickly dispatched to the various strongpoints. 4,000 of the 12,000 soldiers went to Victoria, the most important of the strongpoints. The others were dispersed amongst 100 other strongpoints.


Then there was "Thunderclap" over 2,000 B-52s, 2,000 Su-25s, 8,000 F-16Ds, and 12,000 Mi-24s. They had made their way to Hogsweat and mercilessly pounded guerilla positions around the base. There were probably literally over 1 million tons of munitions fired from rockets or dropped by bomb against the guerilla positions. The guerilla response was to move their lines so close to the CM positions that the air force could not use B-52s or Su-25s for fear of hitting their own men. They were reduced to using Mi-24s at low altitudes, and they suffered over 1,500 helicopters lost to AAA and SAM fire before the operation was aborted. But damage assessment flights had placed the number of enemy losses at 80,000 from the bombing and 40,000 from the combat thus far. The enemy had lost 120,000 irregulars; they would have to change their strategy. But the CM forces had lost 3,000 of the 36,000 soldiers that were defending the base.

Also the 6,000 paratroopers of the 3rd division who were scattered into small groups of 30-40 outside of the base were quickly surrounded by far superior enemy numbers, the enemy also leveled their AAA guns to let the paratroopers know they would be slaughtered unless they gave up. Well the brigadier general of the brigade said, "We shall be slaughtered, then the land will be drenched by the blood of 6,000 martyrs, and God will bless this land and make it holy, and our comrades at home will bear any burden to avenge us." He ordered all the groups to charge. The AAAs and heavy weapons would cut all of them down, but the guerillas lost 5,000 soldiers. There were approximately 5,500 of the paratroopers killed, 500 seriously wounded. The wounded lay in the fields they landed in, calling out, the screams of the wounded could he heard by the CM soldiers manning the base defenses. The guerillas stopped the shelling so the CM soldiers could hear the chilling calls of their comrades, and they knew they couldn't even stick their heads out to look, lest a sniper claim them as well.

It was awful, an entire brigade wiped off the order of battle. And inside the base, General Bon pondered the fate of the wounded.


Losses thus far:

Guerillas: 75,000 killed and 90,000 wounded.

CM soldiers inside base: 3,000 killed and 8,000 wounded.

CM soldiers attempting to drop into base but scattered: 5,500 killed 500 wounded.

(Occ- it's up to you if you wish to take them prisoner)


A letter arrived at the command post of the UWA advisor, "Spare him, we won't use unconventional weapons anymore."

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The battle had been raging for 3 days, there were about 3,200 soldiers left alive on Victoria (they had been reinforced by the 4,000 soldiers from the 3rd parachute division, and there had been about 680 before that, but many had died). They had repulsed over 12 assaults. The guerillas had reckoned on taking Victoria on day one. But just as the CM forces had underestimated the enemy capabilities to get artillery and AA weapons into the hills, so too had the guerillas underestimated the fanaticism of the defenders.

But something happened on the night of the 2nd day, the strongpoint about 400 yards to the right of Victoria fell. The strongpoint was lightly defended by 2 reinforced rifle companies and 1/2 dozen combat engineers. They were overwhelmed by approximately 6,000 enemy guerillas attacking in a massive human wave. In the early hours of the 3rd day, the guerillas dragged 12 155mm howitzers up to the strongpoint and prepared to fire on Victoria. As the first lights of morning began to appear, the defenders of Victoria saw that the enemy guns were on the hill next to them. They knew that a massive attack was coming. And they were low on ammunition, the valley supply depots were about 4 miles away back behind the perimeter of the airbase defenses. The supply trucks were having a very difficult time getting from the airbase to the hill strongpoints. Whenever they moved, they would be hit by artillery. So the only supplies coming in had to be carried by soldiers themselves. The units would send a few dozen men each to get as many supplies as they could. Ammunition was being given the biggest priority.

The highest ranking commander left alive on Victoria was Colonel Eugene Maxfield. He had his lieutenants take stock of how much ammunition each soldier had left. One of the lieutenants said, "Nobody has more than 10 rounds left for their rifles and 10-15 for their pistols." That was about the same response most units gave. The colonel decided that the position could not be held, and that all they could do was maintain their honor. He knew that the enemy assault would begin soon, and it was probably just a matter of minutes before the enemy bombardment began.

As was the code of the warrior, the colonel ordered the men to fix bayonets, they would meet the enemy head on and die with honor. The men fixed their 18 inch bayonets to their M-14B rifles. Colonel Maxfield drew his sword and then called out to the men, "The enemy is coming, they're coming for us boys, and we can't hold this position anymore, so now we die with honor. Give them the cold steel! Follow me! Charge!"

The men went over the top of the trenches and surged forward, the colonel was at the front, leading his men on. They swept down on the over 30,000 shocked enemy troops that had been quietly assembling to ready to assault Victoria. But with no ammunition the 3,200 soldiers were quickly cut down. The guerilla machine guns cut the men down like one scythes wheat.

The Colonel staggered forward, still limping forward with over 2 dozen bullets in his body. He uttered the words, "I give my life willingly for the empire. I die with honor." Warm blood spilled from his many wounds, and flowed freely from his mouth, he fell over, he was dead, his eyes wide open, the cold stare of death.


The way to Victoria was now open. There were only 300 soldiers left on Victoria and they were all wounded soldiers who were too badly wounded to even struggle into a sitting position.

12,000 guerilla soldiers were sent to occupy Victoria. They jumped into the positions and began hauling their heavy weaponry up the hill.

The highest ranking officer left alive on Victoria was a 1st lieutenant, he spat a large amount of blood out his mouth as he talked, and he held his hand tightly over his stomach. He knew how many soldiers on both sides had died fighting for Victoria, fighting for something that in a few weeks would be abandoned as soon as the battle was over. His ghostly pale appearance and his chilling words would haunt the UWA captain that was on the hill overseeing the guns being placed. The CM lieutenant struggled to choke out the words, "Was it worth all this?" He coughed and hacked up blood for what seemed to be an eternity, before he laid his head against the side of the trench and slipped into eternal sleep.

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The guerilla force, badly chewed up as it was, gave a cry of victory as they saw their objective had been accomplished. Victoria, the lynchpin of the enemy stronghold, had fallen. But not without great cost. The force had lost over half its strength in wounded or dead men, and holding it would require reinforcement. The hill was littered with the bodies of the slain, CM troops and Hogsweatian guerillas missing pieces of their faces or quite literally cut in half by chaingun bullets.

Colonel Ynobo had ventured up to the point in time to hear the dieing lieutenant's last words. Though prepared for the sacrifice that would be required, inwardly he wondered the same feelings the man had expressed in his dieing breath. Unlike his opposite number, however, his answer would have to be a resounding yes. These men, though not his people, were fighting for their freedom from foreign domination. The soldiers they killed had been fighting for the imperial interests of an oligarchy that ground them underfoot as readily as the people they despised. Still.. he could not feel a certain amount of respect for a force that wouldn't lay down their arms even when surrounded and out of ammunition.

"Set these bodies aside. Take nothing but weapons and provisions that you need. When this is over we will see that all who have died here today are buried with a modicum of dignity."

He had precious little time to worry about corpses, though. The enemy was surely preparing a counterattack, and he had to be prepared. Ynobo and the commanders under him ordered an additional 10000 infantrymen to dig in and reinforce the position with rifle and machine gun. In the meantime, dogged artillery crews hauled their guns up the hill, turning the position into a stronghold bristling with field guns and rocketry.

At his word, the heaviest guns began to fire. The 255mm guns and rockets, the heaviest weapons in their arsenal, began to train their fire at the main structures at the firebase in the valley. First targeted were the most essential buildings to the CM war effort. Ammunition and fuel dumps were the first priority, followed by the Mississippian airstrips, which were to be cratered so badly that nothing could possibly land on them. Though a quarter of the 155 mm pieces had been destroyed in combat, these lighter howitzers rained shells upon the other defensive positions in the ring, already under seige by guerilla and regular forces with mortar who (Ynobo had made sure) outnumbered each individual garrison at least 6 to 1.

Despite the heavy losses, Ynobo considered the battle to be already won. Already they had seized the most essential strategic point on the map and were bring the fight directly to the man forifications of the enemy. Their anti-air setups had cost the Mississippian airforce over a thousand experianced pilots and hundreds of billions of dollars worth of equipment. He wouldn't make the fatal error of letting his guard down, but at this point in the struggle a Mississippian victory seemed rather unlikely.

There were wounded soldiers in the trenches of victoria, there were approximately 500 badly wounded CM soldiers and they wondered what their fate would be as the enemy guerillas surged into the trenches.

There was a young wounded soldier, leaning against the side of the trench smoking a cigratte, oblivious to the battle raging around him. He had been without a smoke for 3 days and he had just won a pack in a dice game about 6 hours ago, so he was going to enjoy them while he had them.

General Bon and General Miguel just got deep into their command bunkers and readied for the siege. They knew the hill strongpoints would all fall soon enough, so they ordered the soldiers on the hills to destroy their positions with charges and then fall back into the valley. There would then be a total of 42,000 troops from 3 divisions in the valley. The losses thus far had been quite large. Things weren't going well. But the retreat into the valley went flawlessly. The CM soldiers were now no longer spread out in isolated strongpoints. They were grouped together in about 5 dozen large strongpoints that were linked by hastily dug trenches and gun pits. The CM forces now have concentration of force to add to their advantages. But they now have a large amount of troops bunched up together. And they will need to supply the soldiers with from the ever dwindling stocks of the depots.

CM high command had approved a plan to send massive amounts of supplies via air drops from 5,000 C-130s. They planned to drop massive amounts of supplies to the besieged garrison. The efforts would be preceded by over 500 wild weasel sorties and the C-130s would be guarded by 1,000 F-16Ds and 200 F-35s. They put the projected losses at 500 C-130s and 10% of all fighters. They figured it would be acceptable to suffer such losses if they could drop enough supplies to their surrounded forces.

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ooc: good read.

Trying to advance quickly through time so we can get to the fall of the base. So I'm skipping over a lot of specific unit movements. Get to the good stuff.


DPUO and CM worked this out via MSN. YE HA

The siege had been going on for 2 weeks now. All of the hill strongpoints were evacuated and the guerillas had hauled their special weapons onto the hills and made them their own. Surprisingly the CM soldiers had made no attempts to retake the hills. It was an awful situation. The soldiers needed about 60 tons of supplies per day at the bare minimum. They were getting about 23 tons on a good day.

The massive supply lift of the 5,000 C-130s failed miserably, 1,200 C-130s were shot out of the air, the rest dropped their cargos and turned back, not caring where the cargo landed.

More supplies landed in the hands of the guerillas than did in the hands of the CM forces.

Then there were the rumors of DPUO sending air support to the guerillas had been swirling for weeks. General Miguel said to General Bon, "They wouldn’t dare."

As they were talking bombs began to fall around the base. General Miguel said, "What the hell is that?" General Bon replied, "It's DPUO. They're daring."

(General Miguel) "I wonder.. What we should do?"

(General Bon) "The soldiers can shoot the DPUO craft with Stingers and their SAMS. What few we have left."

12 Su-34s were brought down by SAM and Stinger fire. 8 of the pilots landed inside the base perimeter. The rest landed amongst the guerilla army.

The soldiers started yelling, "String them up!" "String them up!"

A pilot was protesting what was going on, his hands had been tied behind his back, and they were dragging him to a tree where a rope had been tossed over the branch. He was yelling about international law.

(DPUO pilot) "You fucking subhumans, international law demands you let me go! You think you'll get away with this? There are 400 planes where we came from! You're all fucking dead! FOUR HUNDRED!!"

(Soldier 1) "We may very well die later, but that won't bring you back. String him up!"

(DPUO pilot) "Why kill me for fuck's sake? Aren't we all the same?"

(Soldier 2) "String him up, just like we string up scum back home."

(Soldier 3) "He's a nig--r lover, string him up. He's a communist. Hang him."

(Soldier 4) "Tell me why we shouldn't kill you?"

(DPUO Pilot) "Because we're all fighters. Because it won't help you. Becuase you're gonna die just the same as me anyway."

(DPUO PILOT) "Because the rest of our forces might show you mercy if you don't."

(Lieutenant) (Walks over, fires a pistol into the air) "Stand away from him." (To pilot) "We need more men to man the perimeter, if I give you a gun will you fight for us?"

(DPUO pilot) "Not much choice. Get killed by you or by them."

(Lieutenant) "Don't worry, you're on the side of 3 elite paratrooper divisions, we'll what's left of the 3 divisions. About 38,000 of us left alive now."

They hand him an M-14 rifle, two 20 round magazines, 2 hand grenades, and an 18 inch bayonet for the rifle. They tell him "Don't try anything."

The siege continued for 3 more weeks. The numbers of CM paratroopers kept falling. 32,000 were left alive now. The hospitals were crowded with the wounded. There were shortages of everything, supplies, ammunition, and medical equipment, reinforcements. Shortages of everything except for enemy attacks and CM losses.

The pilot saw what was going on. The soldiers inside the base had been enduring over 6 weeks of shelling. They had slept perhaps 1 hour every day at the most. They were starting to go crazy. One soldier jumped up and started to take off his clothing, thinking he would go to the lake to swim and get water. His comrades had to tackle him before his folly got him killed

DPUO had been shipping better artillery to the guerillas since a few days after the operation began. And it was now paying off.

Then on the 48th day of the siege something decisive happened. The 4,000 men holding the perimeter of valley forts that faced Victoria on the hill began to fall. One by one, the valley strongpoints fell

General Bon and General Miguel were seen running around telling units to "Go and in whatever manner suits you best, die."

There were over 32,000 wounded soldiers without ammunition gathered together in the craters on the runways, in the bombed out hangars, in the baseball field that had been built for recreation. They were just lying there; they knew what was coming next. Their defensive lines were crumbling all around them. Only about 3,000 soldiers still manned the entire perimeter, what was left of the perimeter that is.

Most soldiers reported only having a few rounds of ammunition left. There were men taking cover in wrecked C-130s, there was no shortage of wrecked C-130s. The air force had gone above and beyond attempting to supply the surrounded men. But it was all in vain, all for nought.

The lieutenants and captains reported the number of suicides was up. Men would go out on guard duty and shoot themselves with their last rounds. General Bon knew it was all over, he had over 50,000 lbs of chemical weapons still in reserve, he could use it, but it would just enrage the enemy and probably wouldn't make a difference at this point.


The last push by the guerillas would come at first light. They would overrun the few thousand soldiers still fit to fight that were manning the improvised and much smaller perimeter (The CM forces had been gradually pushed out of their trenches and strongpoints, and now they used a series of buildings linked by hastily erected barricades of wrecked cars and supply crates)


The sun would soon rise and the soldiers knew it was all over. Over 6 weeks of CM war effort and supply production had been wasted. The 3 best paracute divisions would no longer be effective fighting formations. There were only about 35,000 soldiers still alive inside the perimeter. The guerillas had lost over 145,000 killed and 210,000 wounded. It had been a brutal battle and it was about to end. Both sides could tell it was over, but the CM soldiers weren't about to admit it. The night before the last great push was the calm before the storm. And morning would see the storm crash violently down upon the last perimeter units. Then the soldiers all throughout the base, mostly wounded, would be forced to surrender.


UWA- We can work out the last push. :)

OOC: What does DPUO stand for?

OOC: What does DPUO stand for?



Don'tPissUsOff

The beginning of the dawn was preceded by a thunderous assault of artillery, spouting flame and death upon the beseiged Mississippian troops, especially those manning the perimeter defense. No expense of ammunition was spared, using up some of the surplus created by mis-dropped DPUO supply crates. It was a comparitively short bombardment, however, only lasting 20 or so minutes, and was meant to shatter their nerves rather than smash their defenses, in preparation for their ultimatum:

"Attention, soldiers of Firebase Fabus. We have you surrounded. We know you are tired of fighting, hungry, and running out of ammunition. We will accept your surrender and treat your men in accordance with international law, despite your own disregard for it. Come out. Do not waste more lives needlessly fighting for a hopeless cause."

CM soldiers on the perimeter laid down their rifles and began to cry. The tears of shame, of grief, sorrow, agony, and mostly, the tears of joy, it was over.

There were approximately 34,000 soldiers still alive as the guerillas made their way to the center of the firebase. Where the command bunkers were. The soldiers outside, mostly all seriously wounded, saw the enemy coming. One of them started to sing.

"Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!
E’en though it be a cross that raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee."

The other soldiers began to join in, soon thousands were singing, although the words were butchered by many of the more seriously wounded soldiers who could barely stay conscious, let alone sing.


The UWA advisors marched forward towards to the command center. All they could hear was singing.

At about the time the first of the guerilla units began reaching the first large group of prisoners. They just raised their rifles, aimed into the masses of wounded CM paratroopers and begin to fire. Hundreds fell from their partially elevated positions, most had placed their packs behind their heads for elevation.

The other men around them, all out of ammunition, didn't know what to do, so they continued to sing. The guerillas moved on and repeated the process.


Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
Darkness be over me, my rest a stone.
Yet in my dreams I’d be nearer, my God to Thee.

The soldiers in one group all joined hands, well those who could, and they continued to sing. They continued to sing. Their singing only being drowned out by the volleys of SKS fire to their left and right.

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

There let the way appear, steps unto heav’n;
All that Thou sendest me, in mercy given;
Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee.


The UWA advisors were shocked to see such barbarity and atrocities being done. The leader of the UWA advisors realized that the perimeter defenders had only given up because he gave his word, and now the guerillas were breaking his word.

The guerillas moved on, and took aim at a group of wounded doctors and army clergy.

The singing continued, it never stopped, not one soldier stopped singing. A priest stood up and started to administer mass last rites to the men, but he was cut down by several dozen SKSs. He writhed and twisted on the ground, his body horribly contorting, the blood flowed freely from his many wounds. The ground was made hallow with the blood of another martyr for Christian civilization. A priceless sacrifice, a man who would later be cannonized.


And still the soldiers sang on. The guerillas moved along, through their ranks, men who attempted to sit up were kicked down and then shot in the face with an SKS. Anybody too weak to sit was bayonetted.

But still the singing continued.

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

Then, with my waking thoughts bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs Bethel I’ll raise;
So by my woes to be nearer, my God, to Thee.

The guerillas moved towards one of the bombed out barracks, over 5,000 wounded soldiers were laying around it. The guerillas spread out and began to take aim. The soldiers just looked up into the sky, knowing they would soon be free from their pains, free from war, they knew where they were going there would be no more wars, no more screams of dying comrades, no more bombs being dropped. And they all went out singing.

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

Or, if on joyful wing cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I’ll fly,
Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee.

By this time the UWA advisors had gotten word to the guerilla commander and demanded they stop their massacres. (Occ- UWA you can handle this part)


Then the guns fell silent. The 26,000 soldiers not yet sure of their fate decided it was best to finish their song. Well they didn't stop and take a vote, they just kept singing.


Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

There in my Father’s home, safe and at rest,
There in my Savior’s love, perfectly blest;
Age after age to be, nearer my God to Thee.

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!


After the singing ended the only sound heard was that of the guerillas boots of the grass. Everything else was still, it was calm, peaceful. It was over, it was finally over.

General Bon put a pistol to his head, but was stopped from pulling the trigger by General Miguel who said, "It's better to live and have a chance to regain your honor later, than it is to die and never have that chance."

The 29000 soldiers were rounded up. By anyone's count, at least 35000 prisoners were taken in total, and there was absolutely no place to put them except brutal prison camps in the interior - harsh not necessarily because of native brutality, but because of lack of basic infrastructure and food.

Ynobo was somber, resigned.. emotionally broken and bankrupt despite his victory. He had given these men, despicable as they were, his word, and it had been proken by powers, forces, and emotions beyond his control. He had taken to chainsmoking, reducing his pack to half its capacity in under an hour. His nerves were still totally shot.

He could only guess at the fate of the Generals, but he was struck by an idea. Perhaps an idea that would change everything, make all this bloodshed, all this death a little less necessary. The colonel ordered the generals brought before him, unrestrained and unarmed, to a private room in the shelled out compound. It was a longshot, but the least he could do was try.

General Bon was speaking to Field Marshal Bertrand Navarre on the radio just as the UWA advisors walked into his command post and Navarre asked him, "What can we get you, what do your men need?"

Bon let his head drop into his hands, he had been so tired he had to consciously exert effort to keep it up. He then started to cry, he choked out the words, "Body bags, lots of them." Then he started to cry so awfully that only mutters and gargled speech could be heard. He started to ramble on about, "It's all over. God help us, nothing will be the same ever again, ever. God help us, it's all over." He just sat there crying, repeating those words, over and over again. Miguel tried to snap him out of it, he waved his hand in front of his face, nothing. Bon had broken-down, he wasn't in his body anymore, there was no response, just the crying and the words that acknowledged he finally realized that he was thinking clearly, not clouded by delusions of invincibility. He finally realized that this defeat was entirely avoidable, but their arrogance and lack of respect for the enemy doomed them.

He kept crying and he didn't stop. At the same time as he began to mutter, "We didn't have to lose, God help us, we could have won, we could have won." The clouds above burst and spilled forth massive amounts of rain. The rain the parched soldiers had been praying for ever since their water supply was exhausted 5 days ago. They had been reduced to using taking water from the radiators of the vehicles still intact, and taking water from the latrines and purifying it. But that only lasted got them through 1 day. They had been without food for 16 days and water for 4 days.

The general's personal guard attempted to stand up to greet the UWA advisors, but he fell over from lack of food.

Ynobo sighed, helping the man to his feet and offering him a ration bar. "We will share what little food we have with you." He suddenly turned his gaze towards the despondant general Bon. "Mr. Bon. My offer to speak with you still stands. You, and the other officer at this base who shares your rank."

Ynobo sighed, helping the man to his feet and offering him a ration bar. "We will share what little food we have with you." He suddenly turned his gaze towards the despondant general Bon. "Mr. Bon. My offer to speak with you still stands. You, and the other officer at this base who shares your rank."


General Bon just kept saying over and over again, "It's all my fault, It's all my fault."

General Miguel walked in and said, "Hell, I am here. What do you want to talk about? General Bon is a little shaken-up, he'll be along shortly. The doctor will try to find him a sedative first, put we are short of all medical supplies."

(Miguel) "But first, you've earned this." (Miguel hands Ynobo his sword)

General Antonio Don Juan Miguel walked with Ynobo.

General Bon regained his composure. He had dried tears and pieces of mucus that had dripped down his face and now covered the collar and chest of his uniform. His face showed that he was a tired man, he was just 42 and he looked at least 62. Massive, dark, forboding bags hung heavily under his eyes. The burden of command. He had jumped into the base over 6 weeks ago with brown hair, now it was solid grey.

He spoke with a soft and timid voice, and he was still barely able to speak, a far cry from his usual arrogant, "I can take on the world. Let's do it, let's take on the world" attitude. He said to the UWA advisor, "What... What... What... What, are your... T...T... Terms?"

Nobody could tell that 6 weeks ago this was the man who had inspired his soldiers to jump into hell, then they were ready to follow him to hell and back. They were in hell and few doubted they'd ever get back.

Footage was broadcast around the world of approximately 29,000 soldiers in dirty, torn, worn-out uniforms being marched out of a massive base complex. The men themselves were so dirty you would not have known they were white unless you were right next to them or were told they were white. The men all had thick beards that were filthy and not well kept, they had nothing to shave with. The men were covered in dirt, muck, dust, and dried blood. What most people found most disturbing was the look in the eyes of almost all the soldiers as they marched by the cameras. They had their hands on their heads, and the look they had in their eyes, it seemed they were staring right through you but they weren't even looking at you. They looked as though they had seen Satan himself. They all were tired and most could barely walk.

As soon as the cameras move away from the columns of soldiers, the guerillas began to yell at them and pick out random soldiers to beat with clubs, strike with the butt of a rifle, or perhaps bayonet.

The prison camps the soldiers were being marched to were 200 miles away through some of the most disease ridden jungles on Earth. The guards started yelling, "Move! Now! Move!" One of the men would slip and fall, immediately they'd set on him, "What is wrong, can't you go on, white man?"
Then they'd take extreme pleasure in sinking their bayonets into him.


Only 20,000 of the soldiers would make it to the prison camps. And only because they had comrades who didn't allow them to slow down or fall out of the lines. Anybody who fell out of the line was shot or given the bayonet.

When they would finally arrived at the 5 camps about 16 days later they discovered that the camps were each intended to hold no more than 500 prisoners each. The only food and water they were allowed on the march was in the form of leaves, grass, insects, and what water they could gather from stagnant and inevitably disease ridden puddles and pools alongside the road.

Ynobo reached into his pcoket, offering each man a cigarette. "Have one. It helps calm ones nerves."

Accept or reject he would continue speaking, hands folded across the table. "You've seen our terms. Lay down your arms and you would not be harmed. It is unfortunate that.. no, I will make no excuses. The forces we led did not abide by the terms of my arrangement. For that, I can only offer my apologies and acceptance of responsibility. Rest assured, while I am here no harm will come to your men."

"I hope you have learned a lesson from the day here, General. I know your beliefs, your ideology, your love for combat. All that has been shown here today is that violence begets violence. We non-whites, whom you despise and lord over, have only the desire to live in peace. When that peace is broken things like.. this happen, on both sides. And what does it gain, what has it gained anybody?"

Ynobo folded his hands across the table, staring at Bon with hard, calculating eyes. "I may have been born in the jungle, general, but I am a man as much as you are. Tell me.. why are you here? Why is it you do the things you do, grind those you grind underfoot, at the cost of thousands of young men's lives?"

He waited for what he had said to sink in. His response would dictate whether what he had in mind would be feasible, or merely a waste of time.

Bon accepted the offer to smoke. It was the first he had in 5 weeks since he gave all his away to the wounded men in the hospitals.

General Bon sat in silence for about 2 minutes, then he spoke, and softly said, "I'm here because my orders were to come here. I don't always understand why I'm given the orders I'm given, nor do I always agree with them. But I always try to carry them out to the best of my ability. That is what a good officer does. But a good office also tries to preserve the honor and lives of his men. And I clearly have failed. I should have died along with them. Why are they dead, why am I not dead. Why did they have to die, why did God take them and not me. Why did the artillery penetrate the barracks roof but not my command post. Why does anything happen the way it happens? Does anything really matter anymore, it's all over, everything is different now. We were always told following orders would yield victory. Look outside, that is what it has yielded. Chaos, carnage, mayhem, brutality, barbarity, killing, and death"



General Miguel just sat in silence, he was at a loss for words.

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I would just like to say you have both RPed very well and it was a damn good read.
Sock it to 'em! children of the revolution!

I would just like to say you have both RPed very well and it was a damn good read.
Sock it to 'em! children of the revolution!


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thank you

Bump, for UWA to RP what he wants to talk to the generals about.

"There is another way, you know," Ynobo replied, flicking ashes onto the concrete floor. "Another way that doesn't involve running off to the ends of the earth to fight and kill and die at the beck and call of some pampered elites who've never seen a day of combat."

"Let me explain in full what I'm trying to do. I will only have control here as long as I'm on the ground. Perhaps a week, at most, and if I depart then those men outside will surely interrogate and kill you. I don't know why I'm doing this, but I'm offering you a chance to live. A chance to redeem yourselves, maybe even a chance to show you something you've never seen before."

"I'm going to give you the opportunity to see what you've been fighting, the people you've been killing, face to face. Here is what I'm proposing; come back with me to the Federation in Freetown. I will change your identities, your appearance, and allow you to stay there as 'guests of the state'. No one will know your true identities, and you'll be safe from harm."

"At this point you're probably asking yourselves, 'why?' So go ahead. Ask away. I have a reason for this, and I'm all ears."

"There is another way, you know," Ynobo replied, flicking ashes onto the concrete floor. "Another way that doesn't involve running off to the ends of the earth to fight and kill and die at the beck and call of some pampered elites who've never seen a day of combat."

"Let me explain in full what I'm trying to do. I will only have control here as long as I'm on the ground. Perhaps a week, at most, and if I depart then those men outside will surely interrogate and kill you. I don't know why I'm doing this, but I'm offering you a chance to live. A chance to redeem yourselves, maybe even a chance to show you something you've never seen before."

"I'm going to give you the opportunity to see what you've been fighting, the people you've been killing, face to face. Here is what I'm proposing; come back with me to the Federation in Freetown. I will change your identities, your appearance, and allow you to stay there as 'guests of the state'. No one will know your true identities, and you'll be safe from harm."

"At this point you're probably asking yourselves, 'why?' So go ahead. Ask away. I have a reason for this, and I'm all ears."


General Bon started to talk, "Our Premier, he was a 2nd lieutenant in the paratroopers in the early 80s, he was in almost a dozen campaigns, he was wounded more than 5 times, he was one of the most decorated soldiers in the 1st Parachute Division. Indeed he still takes part in operations, it's a very closely-guarded secret, but he jumped into UWA when the mine crisis happened. He was with my unit, he was dressed as a captain. He is not some remote, detached commander who doesn't know what combat is like. He is a good man, and he has shared our suffering before. I'll come to your nation with you, but if it's all the same, I'd prefer to go home when you're done showing me what it is you have to show me. I have my own family to tend to, 2 of my sons are in the Republican Guard and 2 are in the Army Infantry. It is quite likely that this defeat we've just suffered here may turn the army against the Republican Guard. I want to do what I can to help stop it."

General Miguel replied, "Yeah, what he said. Except I only have 3 sons, and 2 are in the parachute units, 1 is in the army armored units."

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The International Red Cross would like to know what sort of treatment the prisoners from Firebase Fabus are receiving. They would also like to send teams into Hogsweat to make sure that the prisoners are being provided adequate transportation to adequate facilities. They would also like to that the over 20,000 bodies of CM soldiers are returned to Mississippi for burial.

[OOC: Brilliant RPing both of you. Great read.]

[OOC: Brilliant RPing both of you. Great read.]

Thank you.

bump for UWA reply.

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CM wants to know if you are willing to negotiate with us for the speedy and safe return of our soldiers. We want all the POWs to be returned to CM. In exchange we pledge to immediately and completely withdraw from the Hogsweatian conflict.



Occ- UWA you need to reply to the generals conversations. :)

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Bump. UWA, come on, lets get moving :)

Bump- UWA, I need to RP negotiations with you, I need my men and special characters back so I can RP with them in the near future. Get your butt into gear please. :)

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CM is delivering an ultimatum to who it may concern:

If the POWS are not released alive and in decent conditions within 12 RL hours, CM will consider taking it upon herself to get them out.


OOC- It's become obvious you don't want to talk, hoping I forget this, so if I ever try to use the 1st, 2nd, or 3rd parachute division you can yell "they must be recruits, the elite survivors are POWs." Well that crow won't caw here! :)

What was left of the six companies of paratroopers that had been sent into Beting and then ordered out of the city, was still moving around in the jungles of Hogsweat. They approximately 560 men still left alive had been foraging for supplies, they had also encountered large numbers of their own crates that had fallen from C-130s being shot down heading to Firebase Fabus.


Through secure radio transmissions to their Army High Command, they worked out that they were to march about 94 miles north into the interior and raid the prison camps were an estimate 34,000 prisoners would be. They were to storm the camps with minimal losses to their own and to the pows, and then help the men march the 12 miles to the coast where CM naval and air forces would drop in reinforcements to secure the area while the men were loaded onto the ships for transport back to Mississippi (Actually 20,000 when you subtract the massacres and death march losses that prisoners suffered)

The major in command of the companies, although all were from different regiments and two were from a different division, had been unified under the title "The Boys From Hell", well that was what the local papers called them, they had been raiding and pillaging food and supplies from peasant towns that had supported the rebels. They had been doing this for over 18 weeks. They were really living off the land. Now they were marching north, to rescue their comrades.

The paratroopers had spent two days doing nothing but marching and finally they made it into positions about 2 miles from the prison camps. Each camp would be assaulted by about 1/2 of a company, as there were approximately 10 camps.

The scouts and leaders would make maps of the area and the camps, get the routine of the guards down, and then the assault would go down as soon as it got dark enough so the guards of the camps couldn't see. The paratroopers with their night vision equipment would rule the night. They were thankful they had conserved their batteries over the past few weeks. Now they would come in handy.


Most of the men were sleeping, getting the rest they'd need for the upcoming assault.

It seemed that Mississippian forces might in fact be too late. Due to CM refusal of UWA ultimatums, Ynobo's men and Hogsweatian guerillas had already begun executing soldiers. At dusk, thousands of prisoners were marched to remote locations in the swamp and shot in the back of the head, a pattern that continued throughout the remainder of the day. The slaughter was wholesale and unorganized with hundreds of men mowed down by machine guns at a time and left to rot in fetid jungles. The soldiers of Communist Mississippi would pay dearly for the hard-nosedness of the government.

Ooc- The Premier is in a very bad condition still and never got the message. Plus the Automated Defense Network is going crazy.


Ic- CM sent a message to UWA stating, "We will bomb you into the stone age with nuclear weaponry if you so much as harm one hair on the head of a CM POW."

A telegram was sent back:

"Too late. Our advisors left yesterday. We no longer have any troops in the region and the situation is out of our hands. We warned you. We highly advise agains the use of nuclear weapons as the widespread environmental damage would be irreperable and would severely effect your own colonies in the region, despite their distance from blast sites. We are also confidant that our ally, Edolia, will surely launch retaliatory strikes once you vaporize the 60,000 troops they have stationed in Conakry; unavoidable, in the event of a nuclear attack. Take your finger off the trigger and stop the escalation, or end up being the death of us all."

The scouts reported movement of about 4,000 POWs out of the various camps and they suspected something was up. The men were all tired but they decided it was time to go ahead and launch the assault.


Over 560 CM elite paratroopers assaulted 10 camps, each holding approximately 2,000 POWS guarded by about 80 enemy soldiers.


The enemy soldiers didn't even see it coming as the sun was starting to go down and they had no NVG. They only noticed something was wrong when their comrades began to fall off the guard towers as they were hit by the silenced rifles of the platoons snipers. Then the others sprang into action, rushing forward under the cover of massed rifle fire.

They finally managed to secure all the camps and about 15,000 of the prisoners. But they estimated as many as 5,000 had been executed.


Secret: Meanwhile, in Mississippi over 1,000 B-52s were being readied for the promised strike against UWA. UWA was going to be given one last chance before being utterly wiped out.


Ic: From Joseph Mladic. To "Whichever monkey is your president this week" (Making a reference to the many coups in the region)

"We have words that you have executed POWs in Hogsweat. We are going to give you one last chance to stop your unjustified aggression before we have to consider the possibility of destroying you with nuclear weaponry. We will allow you to pull out Senegal as we plan to declare them an allied state in the Mississippian sphere of influence. We would like you to leave them alone, we will begin to arm and train them with massive amounts of weapons. Thank you."

"No sale. The fortunes of war have turned. Remember our warning about annihilating your own colonists (rising sea levels, massive climate change, etc.) and war with Edolia? We weren't kidding. Your remaining men are trapped in Tamacounda and isolated in Dakar. Our regional allies will also enter the conflict, if necessary. This brinksmanship will kill us all, Fabus; be reasonable and withdraw."

"No sale. The fortunes of war have turned. Remember our warning about annihilating your own colonists (rising sea levels, massive climate change, etc.) and war with Edolia? We weren't kidding. Your remaining men are trapped in Tamacounda and isolated in Dakar. Our regional allies will also enter the conflict, if necessary. This brinksmanship will kill us all, Fabus; be reasonable and withdraw."


Ooc- The letter was sent by Joseph Mladic

Parthian forces in Hormuz and Cameroon have been placed on full alert, we are preparing to mobilize all forces necessary to crush the enemies of our allies.

Most of the POWs were far too malnurished, sick, or injured to march 12 miles to the coast and get on ships. So the helicopters, C-17s, and C-130s would have to land in flat fields to get the POWs out.


General Bon, General Miguel, and Colonel Thaller were all alive and well, and that was the most important thing in the eyes of the inner circles of the regime. Well in the eyes of the elitists that is. However the Premier was most glad to hear that approximately 16,000 soldiers and 1,800 pilots along with 400 of the PMC personnel and civilian workers were all fine and being evacuated.


The C-130s had no problems getting into this section of the country, close to the coast, and with virtually no AA or SAM weaponry in the area. All those such weapons were far south, by the major cities and still many had not been moved from their earlier positions around the Firebase Fabus seeing as how the rains had completely washed out all the roads and made their methods of hauling the guns through sheer manpower impossible at this point.

The C-17s and C-130s began landing in the fields and started to load the sickly and tired POWs.

The escape went well enough, the C-130s and C-17s were a few hours away from Mississippi. The cargo on them, over 15,000 tired and sick paratroopers, were mostly too tired to do anything. It was over, finally, the months of sitting around waiting to starve to death or die from the elements, it was over. They would be home soon and they now wondered if anybody would even recognize them. Their wild beards, their filth covered faces, their skin clung to their ribs as they had become walking skeletons from over four months of malnutrition. But they would soon be home, and they were glad... For them, there was no better place to be than Mississippi.