NationStates Jolt Archive

PART I
Of Three Parts

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A state of revolution had been brewing for some time in the northern tiers of the former Yugoslavian republic... It wouldn't take much until the entire nation was engulfed in a civil war.

In the northern city of Novi Sad, a small movement had been initiated among the city's worst-off citizens and the poor peasants and farmers that populated the area around the city... The movement was led by the charismatic Zoran Djindjic, a young former soldier in his late twenties. And within time, its powers would be unleashed against the unsuspecting Yugoslav government.

It had been raining for three days straight, not very good weather for a revolution attempt... It hindered the movements of the revolution's main players, but, nonetheless, plans continued...

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A younger man in a trenchcoat glanced down the street... Good... He thought... No one's around... He quickly dashed across the street, his leather boots making little noise against the cobblestone street... His trenchcoat warily flapped behind him as he narrowly dodged a large puddle... He glanced at the row of dilapidated buildings before preceding to one of them... He quickly sought shelter underneath a large overhang as he rapped on the door a good three times... He could hear footsteps as they slowly approached the door, then he could hear the sound an assault rifle makes when its charging handle is pulled back and let forward... He swallowed hard, hoping they'd remember him... He could see the heavy drapes over one of the windows slighly move... Then the door slowly opened, a chain kept the door from opening any farther... He saw the distinctive barrel of an AKM poke through the opening then came the heavily bearded face... The man's mouth dropped... "Vojislav?! Is that you?"

The younger man grinned, he did remember him... "Yes, friend, it is I... Vojislav Djindjic."

The bearded man grinned and closed the door... Vojislav could hear some talking from within until the door opened... There stood his good friend, Alex Karadjordjevic, the one that had answered the door... He had slung his AKM and embraced Vojislav... "Where have you been, friend?"

Vojislav released himself from the embrace and quickly closed the door and glancing around the room, in it stood three men, Alex and two other men he couldn't recognize. Awkwardly, those men just stood there... Alex moved and locked in the chain and turned the heavy deadbolt... The room was large with tables and chairs... A solutary light lit the room, it was from a gently flickering kerosene lamp. "Alex... I've been away, in Romania... I wish I could've told you before I left but time was short..."

Alex's face gave a puzzled look... Then quickly brightened up... "Voji... I almost forgot..." He quickly stepped to the side, revealing an open door. "You're brother wishes to see you."

Vojislav grinned... "Yes, that is why I came back, I heard of his efforts through a mutual friend... I wish to join up..." Alex grinned at this... Then motioned for him to enter the hallway... Vojislav complied and pulled off his coat, letting it slump to the ground next to a chair... He headed into the hallway, a faint light lit the far end of the hall... He approached and noticed a door open... He tapped his knuckles against the door frame...

Zoran Djindjic sat inside by a desk... A few candles lighting his work station... He turned around... "Voji! My brother!" He quickly vacated the seat and moved to the door, his arms shot out and he embraced his little brother, Vojislav. After a few seconds, Zoran released the embrace and stood back... "It has been awhile... You have changed."

Voji nodded, "That I have... I am glad to be back, Zoran." He smiled... "A friend of our's, Serj Malakian, you remember him, don't you?"

Zoran grinned, "How could I not?"

"Yes, well, he had heard from his parents about your plans... And he told me... Both of us have decided to join your group to free ourselves from Serbian oppression." Voji said as he casually glanced through-out the room.

Zoran nodded. "I must ask you, where have you been? The parents have been worried about you."

Vojislav glanced to Zoran... "I was in Romania."

Zoran grew puzzled, "What for?"

Vojislav shrugged, "Nothing, just to get away from here..."

Zoran smiled... "At least you are back." He went back to his chair and sat down... "I have been drawing up these plans for the better part of three weeks now... Everything seems perfect. I've talked to the leader of the Kosovo Liberation Army and they've agreed to assist us."

"But I thought the KLA had been wiped out?" Vojislav wondered.

Zoran shook his head... "No, they went into hiding through out Kosovo and even into Montenegro. Oh, and I've also talked with a few groups in Montenegro, they've agreed to help." He stopped for a minute and glanced to a piece of paper, on it were scribbled some names and numbers... "And I've got every group north of the Sava with us too... I don't think the government will be able to hold us back..." He grinned.

Vojislav grinned and nodded his head, almost absent mindedly... "Yes, brother, I will be at your side in this endeavour. This government shall fall..."


Meanwhile...

The old and worn out URAL truck rumbled through the thick woods, its rotten suspension doing nothing against the potted and ripped apart dirt road... The driver struggled with the manual steering before turning off the road to a pair of tire tracks... He followed them about a mile before shifting the truck into neutral and letting it coast to a stop... He shut off the lights and turned the key, letting the truck's diesel engine die down. He reached over and grabbed the AKM sitting in the seat beside him and opened the door, sliding down onto the fuel tank step and then hopping to the ground. He proceeded to the rear of the truck and knocked on the tailgate three times... Some shuffling was heard before the tarp covering the entire rear section flapped open and the tailgate dropped. Sixteen men dropped out, fourteen of them had AKMs and the other two had M-91/30 Mosin Nagants. The driver patted one of them on the back and pointed to a small opening in the woods, he whispered into the mans ear and stood back. Half the men then cautiously moved towards the entrance and dissipated into the woods...

The driver glanced around and waved for his men to follow, they continued following the tracks as they snaked through the woods. They then broke off the trail in a clearing and moved into forest, their dark clothes keeping them concealed in the night air and the dark forest... Slowly they came up on a barbed wire fence. The leader of the group emerged from the woods and glanced down the fence... He motioned for his men and they began moving, coming up on an opening in the fence covered up by brush. He pulled the brush away and started pushing his men through the hole. He kept watch until the final man was across, then he snaked through the opening and emerged on the other side, on government-owned land.

He quickly glanced around and spotted his target in the distance, an old and crumbling T-55, destroyed during the NATO bombing raids in the late '90s. He pointed to it and him and his group ran for the tank, sliding to a halt behind it... The leader crouched and moved up, poking his head around the corner... It was Backa Palanka Armory, a Serbian army base. Once it bustled with activity but now it was undermanned, yet it still held a vast amount of arms, something the revolution needed. The man glanced over and spotted the other team, they were moving up on their objective. He then emerged from the cover of the tank and began a calm walk towards the concrete and wooden buildings that made up the compound... Only a dozen guards could be seen. Six of the men had been outfitted with silencers, including him. As he approached he raised his AKM to his shoulder, the he glanced through its POSP scope and put the reticle on the nearest guard's chest. He pulled the trigger once, a muffled noise erupted and the man's chest sent out a plume of red mist. The man grinned as he watched the soldier fall to his knees, his rifle lying to his side, and clutching his chest, eventually falling face first into the pavement. He could now here a few more muffled shots, the rest of the guards were now lying on the pavement, their hearts pumping out the last of their blood into the perferations in their bodies, spilling it into their clothes and onto the pavement.

The leader whistled and the rest of his team moved up, jogging towards the barracks... Three men ran up and slid open windows along the building's side. Each one produced a fragmentation grenade from their coats and pulled the pin, squeezing the handle and tossing them in. They then ducked as the windows shattered outwards. Eight of the men rushed in and opened fire on anything still alive. A door flung open on one of the concrete buildings and a soldier emerged, his AKM hanging limply to his side... He gazed in awe at what was happening before a handful of 7.62x39mm rounds ripped apart his chest and abdomen, he crumpled into himself and fell to the ground, his helmet rolling to the side.

A half dozen men rushed into that building... Two shots were heard before one of the revolutionaries emerged, giving the 'OK' sign. The leader grinned and pulled off the black ski mask he was wearing, revealing the face of Zoran. A smile played across his lips as he glanced at the buildings in the compound... Suddenly, one of the men jogged up to him...

"Sir?" The man asked, standing somewhat at attention.

"Yes?" Was Zoran's reply.

"We've liberated 5400 assault rifles, 600 SA-7, 400 RPG-7, and 300 PKs." The man said, slightly grinning.

"Good, good... Very good... Load them up onto their trucks and lets get out of here."

The man nodded and quickly ran off... Fifteen minutes later and fifteen URALs and ZIL trucks started their engines in unison. Their drivers put them in gear and began rolling across the pavement towards the small road that led into the wilderness...

Zoran rode with one of the other men, his AKM rested across his lap with the barrel protruding a few inches out of the open window. He was contemplating what his movement would be called... Instead of just starting a movement, he would start a new country... He came up with the name: The Confederacy of Yugoslavian States.

Stemming from Zoran's orders, another sixteen of these armories were raided across the northern part of Serbia/Yugoslavia. The armories chosen were desolate, rarely checked on, and not very well protected. So far, his group was off to a good start...

Within days, the revolution would begin with attacks on Serbian military bases in the north of the country as well as the western and southern portions.

Whittier proposes an exchange of embassies and invites you to join the WHittier Pact.

PART II
Of Three Parts

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The revolution began one week from that day in a quiet way... A small rally in downtown Novi Sad. This rally wasn't even of the CYS (Confederacy of Yugoslavian States) Movement's doing, yet it still massed some 400 demonstrators protesting Yugoslavia's and Serbia's policies. For the most part, the demonstration was peaceful, but that all changed at 1654 that afternoon...

One of the demonstrators, only known as Marc, pulled out a pistol and fired at Serbian police, wounding one. Serbian police returned fire killing the man as well as another person beside him. Two people were wounded. A member of the CYS Movement, observing the rally, watched the events unfold... The mob grew angry and stormed the Serbian police lines, easily overcoming the local police. Many of the demonstrators picked up the police officers' pistols, assault rifles, knives, and batons... Some donned their black helmets. The operative grinned and pulled back into a nearby house, picking up the phone and giving Zoran a quick phone call... The schedule was to be changed and today would be the beginning of the revolution.

The operative rummaged through his home before finding his AKM assault rifle and the magazines he had stored... He donned a vest and shoved the magazines into the pockets before shoving one into the AKM's receiver, he pulled back the charging handle and loaded a shell into the chamber... He let the AKM fall before his hand tightly gripped its receiver. He walked to a table in the center of the room and picked up the helmet, a small flag chiseled across the front. He set the helmet on his head and let the straps hang free to the side... He took a deep breath of air before grabbing the AKM by its pistol grip and bringing it to his shoulder, he stepped out into the warm afternoon air and glanced down the street at the mob. He stood there for a minute before noticing his fellow revolutionaries emerging all around him... Novi Sad would be the first to fall to the revolutionary movement.

Within minutes, nearly four hundred revolutionaries had formed in the streets of Novi Sad before collecting together and boring down upon the government buildings in the city... The police station was the first to go. As soon as it was down, more weapons were issued to civilians. Now, nearly a quarter of the city was armed. Some CYS revolutionaries stole Serbian military vehicles, including UAZs, ZILs, URALs, and government cars...

Within an hour, Novi Sad was under control by the CYS revolutionaries and the CYS flag flew above its capitol building... The Serbian leaders of the city were shot in front of the gathered crowd. As soon as the 'ceremonies' were complete, CYS revolutionaries began garrisoning the city, setting up a huge perimeter around it.

The Serbian Novi Sad Army base was about to receive the shock of its life... Minutes after receiving reports of the rebellion, nearly twenty T-55s and T-72s stormed into the base, destroying a portion of the chain link fence around the base... Behind it came nearly twenty ZIL trucks which quickly unloaded nearly four-hundred CYS revolutionaries armed with AKMs, AK-47s, AK-74s, Dragunov, M 91-30s, SKS, PKs, RPG-7Vs, etc.

The T-55s opened fire on the Serbian tanks parked in neat rows... With each shot fired, the rear end of one tank erupted in a ball of fire or the turret of another splintered inwards before being shot upwards in a ball of flame. The pops and roars of RPG-7s filled the sky as did their contrails... The Serbian forces didn't even have time to get to their tanks before they were mostly gone.

Serbian Mi-24s began taking off to harass the revolutionaries... However, the Mi-24 had a notorious weakness... Infrared-guided surface to air missiles... The SA-7 launchers made quick work of the Mi-24s and the Serbian Mi-8s.

Three hours later and the rest of the Serbian personnel surrendered, basically handing the CYS forces a cache of weapons, a dozen Mi-24s, some Mi-8s, some tanks, and numerous other vehicles...

Any Serbian aircraft were promptly shot down by commandeered SAM sites and by MiG-21s, J-1s, and MiG-25s piloted by CYS revolutionaries and CYS-supporting Serbian pilots.

This same scene reproduced itself across the northern half of Serbia, base after base and city after city fell to the CYS forces... Citizens were eager to assist so the CYS forces grew nearly eight-fold. Soon enough, all the territory above the Sava River was now CYS territory.

However... The battle by the KLA wasn't going to well...

Their first attack was on Serbian bases in Kosovo which went well, all the bases were taken over and their munitions and equipment were handed out.

However, as soon as they crossed into Serbian territory, things got hairy. The first defeat was at Vranje where the KLA had underestimated the Serbian Army's presence in the city...

By now, Serbian military units had heard of the uprising in the north and the south, so they were ready for the KLA advance... Every venture failed except one, the capture of Novi Pazar. This is where the KLA rendezvoused with some CYS revolutionaries who had stolen and hidden some T-55s and T-72s as well as a few BMP-1s. The forces quickly saddled up and headed north towards Ivanjica, liberating that city as well. CYS air cover was now available as well as Romanian-provided aircraft.

At this point, CYS forces, lead by Zoran began moving south towards Valjevo while KLA forces moved north to the city... Neither force expected the resistance put up by Serbian forces to be as strong as they would soon find out...

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The lone BMP-1, its Serbian military markings sprayed over with black and red spray paint, rumbled into the outskirts of Valjevo. Many citizens stood out by their doors watching, wondering what was going on... The BMP-1 had a pole protruding from the rear of the vehicle with a blue and white flag waving from it... No one had ever seen such a flag.

As the BMP-1 came up to a road crossing it stopped and its turret swung to the side... But before it could fire, a T-72 opened fire, its shell impacting the BMP-1s side and impaling it, one of the hatches popped off from the pressure and its turret arced downward, the main gun opening fire into the concrete. The rear doors swung open and four men meandered out... The T-72's coaxial machine gun opened fire, splattering blood and flesh across the pavement. Within thirty seconds the four men were plastered across the pavement, their rifles lying around them... A few blocks behind the BMP-1 was the group's lone T-55, which had parked, expecting the BMP-1 to come under fire... Slowly, the Serbian T-72 came into view... The CYS revolutionary commanding the tank stared at the T-72 through his primitive periscope. He lined the chevrons up and opened fire, the tank rocking back and forth as the round was launched... He recovered and looked into the periscope just in time to watch the round slam into the T-72's driver compartment, splitting the two forward portions of the tracks apart and causing tank's roof to bend up... The turret doors opened up and the commander, gunner, and loader scrambled out, running for their lives. A group of CYS revolutionaries opened fire with AKMs and an RPG-7V, filling one of the three with shrapnel and ripping the other two's chests apart.

CYS UAZs began filtering into the city from the north and east, wavering through the streets, unloading soldiers everywhere. Josef Sy was one of these soldiers, he had served with the Serbian army a few years back and was trained as an anti-tank soldier. He had an AKM gripped tightly in his hands with an RPG-7 slung on his back as he maneuvered the streets of Valjevo. He stopped and flattened against the wall of a run-down building... He could hear the clinking and squeeling of a tank. He was trained to know that sound. He listened. He knew what tank it was, it was a T-72. He listened a bit more, then let his AKM fall to his side on its strap. He gripped the RPG-7V launcher by its handle and brought it up to rest on his shoulder. He flicked the safety off and armed the missile... He took a deep breath and quickly popped around the corner, dropping to one knee. He quickly lined up the chevrons in the optical sights and depressed the fire trigger, he felt the recoil pad impact his shoulder and felt the fine mist in his face. His eyes closed on impulse and as he opened them he saw his rocket had impacted right next to the main gun, tearing through the armor and detonating, killing the crew in the turret. He quickly got himself together and retreated behind the building, reloading a rocket into his -7V. He emerged again to see the tank still rolling, the driver apparantly unaware or incapacitated. He fired a second rocket, this one impacting the tank's drivetrain and knocking off three of its roadwheels and tearing apart its underside, leaking fuel across the pavement. Josef sighed a sigh of relief and slung the RPG-7V and bringing up his AKM. He glanced around for a target before his ear-drums shattered. He didn't think much except the pain in his back, he glanced down to his chest... It was shredded... He coughed and looked up only to fall forward and lie crumpled in the street, dead from a Serbian sniper.

That same sniper got what was coming to him after the CYS T-55 fired a round into the 12 story building he was in, hitting the exact window... Half the building collapsed in on itself and nearly twenty Serbian soldiers ran out, only to get gunned down by CYS revolutionaries.

At this point, Serbian fighters moved in and began dropping munitions on CYS forces, mainly destroying civilian structures. This is where men like Drago Abramovic come into play. He had come in aboard a URAL truck with some other members of the CYS movement, most of them from his home town of Vrsac. Drago ran up behind the burning shell of a Serbian UAZ and crouched... Another Serb MiG-23 was coming in for another run... He slowly stuck his head up and spotted it, circling around and coming straight down the street. 'Not a very smart pilot, is he?' He thought to himself... He readied his SA-7 launcher and turned to face the opposite direction he was coming from. He brought the launcher to his shoulders and activated the tracking system. He closed his eyes and waited before the MiG-23 roared over his head. A red light flashed from the inside of the sights on the SA-7 as the missile achieved a lock on with its infrared system. He depressed the fire button and watched the rocket launch out of its tube and scream towards the MiG-23's exhaust... He grinned as he watched the MiG-23 bank to the right, only for the missile to slam into the top of the fuselage near the engines. The rear end of the MiG-23 burst into flame and it tumbled end over end before impacting a house, skidding across a lawn and into another house.

CYS-commandeered Shilka anti-aircraft units as well as Tunguska AA gun units were also prowling the streets opening fire on buildings and planes alike.

The KLA force, with its extensive armor, had the best luck, squashing the Serbian defenders before overcoming the rest of the defense... The two forces linked up in downtown Valjevo and Zoran proclaimed the city was now in CYS hands.

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CYS-friendly groups through-out the nation began rising up, capturing city after city including the following: Bor, Negotin, Majdanpek, Jagodina, Paracin, Nis, Pirot, and many, many others.

The Serbian military and air force was almost powerless due the devastation handed to it by NATO air forces years ago. Also assisting this was the fact Romania was assisting in the air war with their own fighters taking out Serb fighters. Also not aiding the Serbian military forces was the fact that 80-90% of the citizens supported revolution as they were tired with current leadership and their policies.

Soon enough, most of the country except Belgrade and Kragujevac were now in CYS hands.

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In a statement issued by Zoran Djindjic-

"Whittier, as soon as this corrupt government is toppled, we will contemplate your requests although it is almost certain that they will be accepted. We only ask that you wait."

Generia proposes an exchange of embassies after the fall of the corrupt government, as the Generic Empire borders Yugoslavia, being made up of Bulgaria and Romania.

The Confederacy movement's grip on the throat of this corrupt government is tightening, beginning to choke the government into submission. We believe the government will fall in no time as we make our final push into Belgrade to secure the capitol. We would gladly begin relations with our neighbors then, as we will then consider ourself a seperate nation. We thank you for your verbal support now.

Zoran Djindjic
- Leader of the Confederacy of Yugoslavian States Movement

Part III
Of Three Parts

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The Serbian military had been surprised by the veracity and viciousness of the revolution and the government had had no idea it was coming adding to the potentional of the revolution. At this point, portions of the Serbian military began dissenting and deserting, joining up with the revolution and bringing their knowledge, equipment, and skills with them. Now the CYS was a true fighting force with aircraft, tanks, artillery, and even rivercraft. Today, the Serbian government would collapse.

"Zoran, sir!" A young CYS revolutionary snapped to attention, saluting the leader of the revolution. Zoran turned to the young man... "At ease. What is it?" The young man stood at ease, "Sir, Serbian military units have garrisoned themselves deep within Belgrade. Also, the military has completely abandoned Kragujevac and left most of their equipment lying in the streets." Zoran nodded...

"Relay this to Karodjordjevic. Tell him to move his forces into Kragujevac and commandeer the military vehicles. Then tell him to leave some of his men behind to watch over the city and then proceed towards Belgrade. Have Vojislav head towards Belgrade too. We'll tighten the noose around the government's neck..." Zoran spoke, a certain ferocity and strength in his voice, his eyes, filled with determination, stared at the wall, at the map of the former Yugoslavia.

The revolutionary saluted Zoran and turned on his heels, his hard-soled boots clacking across the hard wood floor. Zoran watched him leave, the door slowly closing behind him... He gently meandered over to the map of the former Yugoslav republic... He gently spoke to the map, "I will liberate you... You will once again be free, my dear country." He then pulled back before slamming his fist against the area of the map where Belgrade was situated. He stood for a solemn moment and gazed upon the map. He snorted and turned around, grabbing a nearby AKM by its barrel, he hoisted it up and wrapped his hand around its pistol grip, moving towards the door. On his way out he snagged four loaded AKM magazines and shoved them into the assorted pockets all over his vest. He maneuvered through the tables and other obstacles in the large room before emerging into the warm morning air of Pancevo... He breathed in the air and let it linger in his lungs, this could very well be the last day he'd be alive, and he'd make sure he'd enjoy it to its fullest extent. He stood for a minute before noticing a man standing off to the side... One of his right-hand men... "Ah, Shavo, is my vehicle ready?" He asked.

"Yes it is, it awaits in the front, along with something else... But you must find out yourself." Shavo spoke, a slight grin formed. Zoran's face changed to a puzzled look and he headed around the corner into the alleyway before emerging onto the dilapidated sidewalk... Before him stood nearly the entire town, waiting for him... He made his way to his open-back UAZ and climbed up... He slung his AKM. He opened his mouth and his voice emerged, full of strength and determination. "Countrymen, neighbors, and friends... Today is the day we have all been waiting for. Today, this country's corrupt government will crumble at the hands of our insurgency." He stopped for a moment and collected his breath then continued... "Minutes ago, I issued the order for our forces to begin moving towards Belgrade. Our entire revolutionary force is now enclosing on the home of evil. Our forces WILL liberate that city from the evil and despair wrought on it by the corrupt government... And I assure you, it will be done by tonight!" He paused as the crowd erupted in cheering, many of the young women waving furiously at the tall and muscled Zoran. "And, after Belgrade falls and the government is gone, this nation will be liberated from the evils that plague it! All from the government!" The crowd burst into more cheering and Zoran smiled... "I wish to thank you for your unwavering support in this endeavour, I shall not forget you or the people that helped me... Us. In this REVOLUTION!" He threw his closed fist into the air and the crowd went crazy... He watched the crowd as they continued cheering. He hopped off the end of the UAZ and got into the passenger's compartment, Shavo entered the driver's side and started the vehicle. Shavo pressed in the clutch and shifted the vehicle into first, gently releasing the clutch until they were moving, albeit slowly due to the mass of people. Zoran waved to the people gathered as one teenage boy ran up and tacked the CYS flag on the side of the UAZ, Zoran grinned and rolled down his window. The teenager ran alongside the vehicle, waving furiously and yelling, "I want to be part of the revolution!"

Zoran grabbed his AKM and shoved it out the window, stock first into the boy's waiting arms... "You have already started the revolution! Help defend this town! You ARE a revolutionary!" The boy gripped the AKM and fell back, a grin across his face... He was immediately rushed by a few dozen onlookers who fondled the AKM, Zoran's own. The boy fought them off and pretended to be a revolutionary, standing sentinel along the roadside watching the URAL trucks filled with revolutionaries drive past. One of them pulled off his steel helmet and tossed it to the boy who snatched it from the air and put it on his head... He was now grinning from ear to ear, watching the vehicles drive by until the last one exited the lonely town.


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Soon, the UAZ approached a wooden barrier across the road... A dozen ragged soldiers stood guard, a solitary URAL truck with a mounted PK machine gun... A blue and yellow flag hung from one of the aluminum bars over the box. The guards quickly opened up the heavy wooden gate and saluted the UAZ with Zoran inside... Zoran returned the salute with a stern one of his own. Within minutes, the massive convoy had passed through the roadblock, now, the buildings of Belgrade were in view, columns of smoke rising into the air all around it... The battle had already begun.

Zoran's reinforcements bolstered Alex Karodjordjevic's and Zoran's brother, Vojislav's own soldiers who had already laid seige to the city, battering the city's defenses with artillery, courtesy of former Serbian soldiers who assisted in the revolution...

Dissent and treachery reigned supreme in the Serbian military and police ranks, nearly half of the force dissented and joined the revolution, often sabotaging Serbian assets in Belgrade. Soon enough and roads were sealed with destroyed Serbian vehicles, Serbian aircraft lie in flames after some of their own soldiers sabotaged their assets. Now, they were at the mercy of the CYS revolutionary forces...

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Shavo slowly lowered the receiver of the field radio, "Zoran. Vojislav reports he's got the capitol building within view. Its apparantly well defended as the president never was able to escape." He paused then continued, "He wants to know if you want to take out the president..."

Zoran stared out the window of his UAZ, a ways behind the current street-to-street battles taking place. He spoke up, "Yes, tell him we'll be there momentarily."

Shavo nodded and picked up the receiver, relaying the message to Vojislav. After he was done he hung the receiver up and asked, "Zoran, you ready?"

Zoran furiously nodded, "Damn right, let's get these ass-holes." He grinned, as did Shavo who started up the UAZ and began maneuvering the city's streets, three URAL trucks filled with revolutionaries followed. Within minutes they pulled up behind Vojislav's forces, a block away from the capitol and parliament buildings... Shavo put the UAZ in park and slid out, Zoran quickly followed. Vojislav walked up, an AKM hung from his right hand... "Zoran... We have three T-72s moving up as we speak, you want them to bombard the outer positions?"

Zoran nodded, "Yes, then I presume we'll rush the position?"

"You assumed correct, brother. We will follow your lead." Vojislav replied. He brough his AKM up and glanced to the street, he listened for a minute... "Here they come..." He turned around, "Damon! Tell those -72s to bombard the outer positions around the capitol!" Damon gave him an OK signal and picked up the radio, he spoke into it and gave the tanks their orders. Seconds later and three blasts echoed through the city, the revolutionaries watched as the shells slammed into defensive positions, one of them destroying a machine gun bunker and sending two men flying into the air. A dozen revolutionaries armed with RPG-7Vs opened fire, their launcher's making the distinctive thumping noise as their rockets were lobbed into the air, screaming across the pavement and a ruined building and impacting into a sand-bag bunker. Two mortar teams were continuously lobbing explosive shells into the defenses. Zoran watched in awe, he was witnessing the end of the government's defense. Zoran looked to Vojislav who slightly nodded to Zoran. Zoran returned the gesture. "Shavo! Rally the men, let's move!" He brought his AKM up to his shoulder and glanced one last time to Vojislav then to the men who would follow him, they all looked overjoyed and ready for anything, he smiled and turned his attention to the capitol... At the top of his lungs he yelled, "The revolution knocks on your door, Mr. President! ADVANCE!" He charged ahead from his position, heading across the street, the men followed and they flattened against the wall.

Zoran glanced around the corner and then flung himself around, depressing the trigger of his AKM and plastering two Serbians crouching behind an overturned car. He rushed up and crouched in the same spot, he glanced back just in time to watch two of his men get hit by enemy fire. One received a bullet in the face, the other received a few rounds in his torso and thigh, both collapsed to the ground. Zoran flinched some, it was as if he had been hit too, he could feel the searing pain in his torso... He shrugged it off, some must die for the cause. As the rest of the group closed in, he quickly advanced, rushing up to a nearly destroyed sand-bag bunker, dead and wounded soldiers littered the ground... Zoran and the group advanced up the line until they were on the steps of the capitol building, most of the fighting had died down as the defenses had been destroyed. Sporradic gunfire was now heard through-out the city.

Zoran continued as he kicked open the door, he glanced in... Nothing was there. He motioned for part of his team to head into the hall while him and a few others surveyed some of the nearby rooms... As Zoran moved up into the first room, a massive explosion echoed through-out the room and he heard intense ringing in his ears... He turned around and saw the remains of one of his men plastered against the wall opposite of the door... He gulped and looked down the hall, an explosive had ripped apart four of his men... He quickly exited the room... "Shavo... I know where the cowards are... In the basement." Shavo nodded and moved up along one side of the grand hall and began entering the offices of many government officials. However, no one was found. Zoran continued with his group and found the entrance to the basement, a heavy steel door... Immovable. Zoran grew impatient and let his AKM fall to his side, he grabbed the RPG-7V off of a nearby soldier... "Back up!" He yelled to the men, they quickly dispersed through-out the room. Zoran took a few steps back and fired the grenade into the door, it impacted then its primary shrapnel charge ignited, ripping through the door with relative ease... A sizable hole was now present as was a large splatter of blood on the wall, a presidential guard had been standing near the door... "Drago! Move in!" One of the men ran forward and entered the dark hole... Muzzle flash erupted from his AK-74 and Zoran could hear the scream of some one getting shot... Drago yelled to Zoran that the area was clear. Drago then opened the door from the inside. Zoran took lead and moved in. A dark figure loomed before him, he opened fire without a thought and dropped the presidential guard, who then rolled down the stairs into the basement. Zoran reached the final door in his path to destroying the government. A heavy oak door. A soldier moved up with a SPAS-12 shotgun and fired into the door handle, the door swung open and the last thing the man saw was light generated by an assault rifle. The man with the shotgun fell backwards, a fine mist of blood lingering in the air... Zoran didn't think twice and opened fire, mowing the three presidential guards down. "Drago. Take some of the men and search the doors on that side." Zoran whispered to Drago, now standing by Zoran's side. Drago nodded and motioned for some of the soldiers to follow, they began searching some of the rooms...

Apparantly, the president didn't think the revolutionaries wouldn't make it this far, he was wrong and now he was cowering in a room, alone... His family had been out of the country on vacation and they probably didn't even know this was happening. He had heard the gunshots and knew his time was up. He quickly fumbled through the dark room for the Makarov pistol he had brought down there. He found it and brought it up, he could make out its faint outline. He breathed in and pulled the slide back, then flipping off its safety... He slowly began moving it up to his head, but before he got half-way up an errant round had splintered through the door, slamming into his lower abdomen, he let out a cry and pulled the trigger on the Makarov, the single round hitting the ceiling above him... His eyes grew wide... Then the door opened and men rushed in, he felt the cold steel of a weapon impacting his face and he was out.

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A half hour later and Zoran Djindjic stood proudly atop the steps of the capitol building... Belgrade was now in CYS hands and the government had been taken prisoner. Zoran's group only found the president but Shavo's group discovered the prime minister and most of the other government.

Zoran stood there... Proud to be who he was and even prouder of what he had done... He surveyed the crowd of Serbian soldiers, CYS revolutionaries, and citizens... All of them were cheering. Zoran twisted around to Shavo and nodded to him. Shavo smiled and yelled up to a few revolutionaries atop the capitol building who then unrolled a massive CYS flag and draped it from the capitol's overhangs. A smaller CYS flag was waving from the flag-pole atop the capitol.

"Many men have died today and over the last few weeks... Died for a cause so noble that they will not be forgotten. Today, this beautiful day, the corrupt government of this nation has fallen to those with intentions of peace and prosperity in their hearts. Good has won against evil and let the world recognize this day as the birth of the Confederacy of Yugoslavian States!" He raised a fist and then let it drop as the crowd broke out in cheering... "As the leader of this revolution, I declare myself President of this new nation. I will be president until we can set up free elections for the people to choose their own president!" The crowd cheered even more. "This government we replace was supposed to be a democracy... We were supposed to vote... But what happens? The government rigs the election so the dictator stays in power! The parliament is nothing more than an illusion! But, today, that all changes! Today is the birth of a true democratic system for the former Yugoslav republic!" The crowd breaks out in cheering again.
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A few days later and a trial is held for the former president. He is convicted guilty of numerous counts and sentenced to death. The former president was then hung in a public hanging in Belgrade.

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CYS Diplomatic Issues

Now that the country is under control by the CYS, President Djindjic has approved the following requests-

Embassy request by Whittier
Embassy request by Generic Empire

But, before the CYS considers joining any 'pact', it must know more about this Whittier Pact.

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The Confederacy of Yugoslavian States is composed of the entire former Yugoslav republic (Serbia, Kosovo, Montenegro) and is composed of five 'states': Kosovo, Montenegro, Novi Sad (north of Sava River), Srpska, and Serbia (what's left of it). The national capitol now resides in Novi Sad (formerly Belgrade).

President- Zoran Djindjic
Vice President- Vojislav Djindjic

Secretary of State- Alex Karodjordjevic

Nearly half of the Serbian military had defected to the CYS so the CYS maintains a sizable trained military.

Bump.