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Angolan Decolonization War (invite, ask to join if you want)

Communist Mississippi
03-08-2004, 11:55
The first few parts will be tied into an RP with Aztec National League (who RPed the role of Zeltzin)
http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=343507




(Henry) "So, you do you have an idea of what Angola will be like, don't you?"

<Zeltzin> "No, I don't. What should I expect?"

(Henry) (Uneasy) "Well do you remember what Birmingham Alabama was like in the 1960s?"

<Zeltzin> "Yes, I do remember, quite turbulent."

(Henry) "Well take that and apply it to an entire country. Angola is a powder keg and the slightest spark could set things off. But I think the lid will stay on for a while."

Zeltzin was surprised by this. Although the AIA knew Angola was unstable, Henry describing it as a power keg?

(Henry) "If they keep going at the rate they're going at, we'll have a full scale guerilla war on our hands in a few months. If they do nothing, we'll have a war in a few months."

The plane eventually lands in Luanda.

(Henry) "We're here."

Zeltzin gets up and prepares to leave the plane with Henry.

They get off the plane. Walking into the airport they see large numbers of white colonial police in body armor with rifles. There are signs "White ticket line" "Negro ticket line", one of the natives who obviously didn't understand English walked into the white line, a cop cracked him in the face with the butt of his rifle, another officer yelled at him in Portuguese to get into the right line.

They walked outside the airport to a waiting car. There were white colonial police everywhere, at least 2,000 at the airport alone, and probably 500 more right outside the airport, there were half a dozen T-98 tanks parked outside the airport also.

The soldiers were attempting to keep the tenuous peace.

There were white colonial army units also, dozens of them, entire squads stationed in front of the main shopping districts of the city. As the car they were in drove to the center of town, she could see everything, there were anti-grenade wires over all the windows, most of the vehicles had some form of improvised anti-mine protection system, and there were large signs posted in various tribal languages, "Black curfew 6:00 p.m."

The car stopped in front of the "Office of Colonial Affairs" building, a large Victorian style building behind a large steel fence and a razor wire fence. It was probably a 400-acre plot of land; there were at least 10,000 colonial police and colonial army units guarding it. There was a mob gathered outside, at least 40,000 black protestors. They were chanting "White man go home!"

The driver of the car Zeltzin and Henry were in said, "I cannot get through the mob, they won't move."

(Henry) "What should we do?"

The mob has swollen to over 200,000 most of them are workers who have walked out of work in the mines and on the farms to join the protest, they are refusing to continue to work so long as they are required to be out of all "White cities" by 6:00 p.m. They are also demanding a repel of the pass law, whereby all non-whites must carry passes at all times and present them when asked to any white authorities.

The 10,000 guards are getting very nervous, the crowd is growing large, and large crowds often turn violent. A BMP-3 rides towards the crowd, their is a Colonial Marine Colonel sticking out of the hatch, he yells into a bullhorn, "Disperse and leave this area immediately! You are unlawfully assembled! I repeat, disperse and leave this area immediately!"

He one of the blacks steps forward from the crowd, a young man, about 18, he throws a molotov cocktail through a air, aimed at the open hatch of the BMP, everybody watches in horror as it sails through the air, as if time is going in slow motion. The colonel falls into the BMP but slipped and couldn't catch the hatch as he went down, the firebomb finds the mark, it passes through the open hatch and lands inside the BMP-3, the ammunition cooks off and the BMP-3 goes up in a ball of flames.

Seconds after the BMP burst into flames, the area erupts into gunfire as the guards unleash a murderous barrage of fire into the crowd.

10,000 rifles and machine guns cut down scores of those assembled.

The crowd suddenly breaks into thousands of pieces, no longer a unified body, now a disorganized mob attempting to flee for their lives.

The crisp crack of M-14B and FN-FAL rifle fills the air as the guards run after those fleeing and cut them down with accurate rifle.

Zeltzin watched, completely shocked about what happened. She feared that bullets would hit the car and kill her and Henry, while the thousands die out side. What a terrible riot.

The driver threw the car into reverse and floored it out of there and pulled into an alley.

They sat and watched as thousands of blacks ran passed the alley as though a wall of water was behind them, ready to crash down. They watched as white police with rifles raised came surging forward, shooting anything that was moving but wasn't white.

A black man runs forward into the alley but is cut down by a burst of fire from an Fn-fal. He falls onto the hood of car, drenched in blood.

Zeltzin looked and saw the black man. This was terrible. She was on the verge of crying...not in all her years in the AIA prepaired her for this.

A BTR rolls by down the street, followed by a T-98 tank with machine guns blazing.

Outside in the street, a young white police officer, about 19, is changing the magazine on his Fn-Fal, a group of about 20 blacks surge at him, they are armed with clubs. He drops his rifle and attempts to grab his pistol, but they knock him down and club him to death so badly his own mother wouldn't recognize him. They pick up his rifle and pistol and move on. He is a mess of blood and tissue and his head so badly smashed in, it is virtually non-existent.

<Zeltzin> "Henry, are you alright?"

(Henry) (Breathing heavily) "I'm okay." (He pulls a 1911 caliber 45 pistol out from a holster and keeps it ready in his hand)

A white shopkeeper is running for the alley, but a black man with an AK-47 rifle shoots him through the neck.

Henry jumps out of the car and fires 3 rounds into the man with the AK-47, the man is blown backwards, dead.

Suddenly all throughout the city they can see parachutes opening, a white parachute brigade from a nearby army base has been called into the city to restore order.

They sit in the car in the alley for about 2 more hours, the firing eventually eases down and then silence. It's over.

(Henry) "That's the first time I ever shot anybody."

<Zeltzin> "You're a good shot. Hopefully, though, you won't have to do it again."

The driver turned the car radio on, "Violence has erupted throughout the black townships and the white cities surrounded by the townships. Thus far violence in Luanda has ended for now at least. Thus far over 12,000 blacks are feared dead and 200 white police officers and 400 white civilians are feared dead.

(Radio) "Fighting continues to rage in Lobito, where over 4,000 blacks organized into what the governor is calling "Guerilla bands" have seized a number of key local government buildings. Most of the white police officers were off for the day for various reasons. The city is currently being retaken by parachute units."

(Radio) "The governor has declared that Angola is in a state of emergency and has mobilized the Colonial Reserves to protect the white cities and to attempt to keep order in the black townships, but the first priority is to protect the white cities and the white farmers in the isolated rural regions. Thus far over 500 white farmers have been assassinated in raids by black bandits. Parachute units have begun jumping into the rural areas to secure white farmers and their families."

(Radio) "The governor has declared unnecessary travel on dirt roads should be avoided due to the high risk of mines. Last month over 800 people were killed by landmines, thus far this month over 120 people have been killed by mines."

(Henry) "I guess we picked a bad time to come to Angola."

<Zeltzin> "Indeed."

(Radio) "Fighting between White Colonial units and Mississippi Imperial Army units continues to rage in Libya, with no end in sight."

(Henry) "So what do you want to do now? Go to the hotel?"

<Zeltzin> "Sure, why not?"

(Henry) (To driver) "Antonio Salazar Hotel please."

The driver pulls out of the alley and into the street. They can see spent shell casings, RPG holes on the sides of buildings, bombed out vehicles, dead bodies, broken glass, it looks like a war zone. The Colonial Office building was hit by a few RPGs.

<Zeltzin> "Dear God!"

A young white boy, about 8 years old, was kneeling besides his father, a white police officer, lying face down in a mud puddle, with the upper 1/2 of his head lying a few feet in front of him, the boy kept shaking his father saying, "Daddy, get up, get up."

There are hundreds of bodies littering the street, most of blacks, some of whites. Most of the dead whites are colonial police officers.

A police officer walks over to the young boy and says to him, "I'm sorry son, but your dad won't be getting up, come on, let's go find your mother."

The driver waits for the police to move along and out of the way of the car, then he drives on.

There are a few dozen white men tossing black bodies into a mass pile in the middle of the road. The pile is about 25 feet high. The bodies are all twisted together and they are readying to dump gasoline over the pile and burn them all.

The car drives on towards the hotel. The scenes of carnage and destruction are evident all throughout the city. Throughout Angola over 50,000 blacks and 1,000 white police officers and colonial reservists died that die. It was essentially the first day of the open shooting war between the colonists and the natives. White colonial units throughout the nation were on full alert, as it was known that the blacks would likely be starting a guerilla war. The most vulnerable would be the rural whites, those far away from the protections afforded by the city garrisons and the police that patrolled near the cities.

The governor knew his parachute units would be the most valuable for the war in the rural reaches of the nation; they would serve as the rapid response force whenever a white farm came under attack. There were 56,000 paratroopers inside Angola, some were from the Mississippi Imperial Army, and most were White Colonial units. Soon though the colonists would create the Angolan Special Air Assault Squads (ASAAS) 1 regiment formed from the best of the paratroopers and marines the nation had to offer. 1,000 of the best warriors Angola could muster, and in the coming war, they would gain enough fame to cover themselves in it a hundred times over.

Angolan Garrison:
CM Armed Forces:
1 Rapid Response Airmobile Division
4 Infantry Divisions
1 Parachute Division
20 Reserve Divisions

Note the white colonists in Angola (20 million colonists) have formed an army to help CM defend Angola.

“Imperial Angolan Army Corps”
6 Colonial Infantry Divisions
2 Colonial Armored Divisions
8 Colonial Cavalry Brigades
2 Colonial Mechanized Division
2 Colonial Marine Divisions
2 Colonial Parachute Divisions
16 Colonial Reserve Divisions
Communist Mississippi
03-08-2004, 12:06
If people with african possessions or large black populations, want to get into this and send weapons or volunteers, just TG me and ask. If enough volunteers and weapons are sent, it may impact the outcome of this war. I have not yet decided how this war will go. But whichever way it goes, it will go as a good read. :)
Communist Mississippi
03-08-2004, 18:55
bump
Communist Mississippi
04-08-2004, 02:56
bump
Communist Mississippi
04-08-2004, 20:17
Governor-General Peter Stahlecker of Angola has issued an international warning that anybody considering travel to Angola should seriously think about the risks associated. Already dozens of landmines in rural regions have killed numerous white farmers and others. Also the major cities are all essentially under martial law and the country is basically in a counter-insurgency campaign against an estimated 250,000 black guerilla fighters.

Luanda and Lobtio have been declared "relatively safe". But travel outside of the major cities is ill-advised, especially at night.

Any whites entering Angola should take extreme precautions and should at all times avoid commercial farms in the rural regions of the country.

Mortar and rocket attacks against Luanda are not uncommon but are not frequent.

The governor-general has declared that, "Essentially white security forces have the situation under control but it is better to be safe than sorry, therefore I suggest all nonessential travel to Angola be deferred until further notice."
Communist Mississippi
04-08-2004, 20:51
Bump: Doesn't anybody want to handle the role of the 250,000+ guerillas?
Communist Mississippi
05-08-2004, 01:07
Secret: Governor- General Peter Stahlecker is meeting with a few top colonial generals and officials.

(General 1) "They've killed over 5,000 white farmers and their families in the rural farming regions."

(Stahlecker) "We have over 500,000 farms in this nation, but we cannot allow nig--rs to terrorize our people. Completely seal off all black townships that are rebelling against our rule or are known to support guerilla armies. We will stop the food trucks from going into the townships."

(General 2) "That will leave us with lots of dead nig--rs to bury. Are you sure that is wise."

(Stahlecker) "We'll only do it until they stop their foolish terrorism against our people. Give them two weeks to see the error of their ways and return to their peaceful and happy lives."

(General 3) "Peaceful? Happy? They're worse than dogs under the eyes of the law!"

(General 2) "Are you a nig--r lover?"

(General 3) (Nervous) "Of course not! I was just saying, they won't go back to peaceful and happy living, we'll need to figure something out. Perhaps we can buy them off, if we give them decent housing in the townships instead of the huts they're living in now."

(Stahlecker) "We'll see, it will depend on how many whites they kill and if they stop the killings sooner rather than later. And if they stop voluntarily or if we have to force them."

Secret Ic- All the food shipments into the black townships in Angola are hereby stopped pending evaluation of colonial government policy in dealing with the guerilla army and the massacres against rural whites.
Communist Mississippi
05-08-2004, 09:39
Henry and Zeltzin arrived at the hotel in Luanda, the best one in the city, the best one in the colony, well it was great except an RPG-7 round blew the ornate marble flower arrangement to the left of the sign to pieces

(Henry) "I guess I misjudged just how turbulent Angola was."

<Zeltzin> "This first hand view is quite telling of the situation."

The car pulled into a parking garage beneath the hotel; Zeltzin could see CM imperial soldiers and Angolan White Colonial units, along with Colonial police, moving around the streets and inside the garage.

The car came to sudden stop, Zeltzin would have flown forward but Henry caught her.

<Zeltzin> "Thank you, Henry."

(Henry) "You're welcome."

The driver said, "Sorry about that, one of those bomb-sniffing dogs ran in front of the car."

There were K-9 units all throughout the garage, just making sure.

Henry got out of the car and held the door for Zeltzin.

Zeltzin got out, and looked around. Above them was one of Angola’s finest hotels, but the police and military presence made the parking garage feel like a barracks.

A bellhop took their bags up and said. "Would you care to follow me sir, ma'am?"

The lobby had statues from the Renaissance and a large fountain in the exact geometric center of the lobby.

The entire lobby was arranged with a large degree of symmetry.

They were taken to the top floor, the best room in the hotel.

<Zeltzin> "This is definitely a nice hotel and a pleasant room."

Henry tipped the bellhop who graciously grabbed up the 1000 bill he was offered.

The bellhop set their bags down and walked out of the room, whistling and happy that he made 1,000 dollars.

Henry stood behind Zeltzin and put his hands gently on her shoulders, "How do you like it here, aside from the basically what must be called civil-war."

<Zeltzin> "Angola looks like a lovely country...One of much appreciation for art and beauty along with good design."

(Henry) "I should show you some video footage of what it looked like before whites took it over again. It used to be a white colony from the late 1500s to 1975 and the Portuguese owned it. It flourished, they were chased out and an almost 30 year long civil war ensued, with rival black groups vying for power. We finally ended that all, but now they dare attempt to rise against us."

He gently started to rub her shoulders with both hands, "But we can get into political discussions later, what say we try out the bed?" He slowly moved her long black hair to over one shoulder and then began to kiss her neck.

Zeltzin tilted her head and allowed Henry to kiss her neck. She had truly beginning to enjoy being with Henry. "Sure, you lead."

About 40 minutes later he was lying in bed next to her.

(Henry) "Wow, you're good."

<Zeltzin> (Chuckling) "Ahhh, thank you. You're pretty good too."

(Henry) "So now what?"

The phone next to the bed rang and Zeltzin was closest to it.

(Henry) "Would you mind getting that please?"

<Zeltzin> "Sure, no problem." (She picks up the phone) "Hello?"

(Wilhelm Ernst) "This is the Director of the Department of Internal Security, calling for Henry Fabus, who is this?"

<Zeltzin> "Oh, I was just cleaning up his hotel room. I'll get him for you." She looks across the bed and says, "Henry, it's for you."

(Henry) "Who is it?"

<Zeltzin> "He said he was the Director of the Department of Internal Security."

(Henry) "Ernst?"

<Zeltzin> "Yes, I do believe it is him."

(Henry) "Okay, thank you." Henry starts to talk into the phone.

(Henry) "45,000 dead? 70 tanks knocked out? Retreating back to Egypt? Oh my, thank you for telling me."

Henry hangs the phone up.

Zeltzin listened to Henry's comments...."What's going on?"

(Henry) "The Army of the Nile, the Imperial army units going into Libya to crush the white secessionists near Tobruk, they outnumbered the rebels by 4 to 1, but were ambushed. Heavy losses."

(Henry) "I think the war will end shortly though, foreigners are lobbying to kick the whites out of Libya, they'll realize they need our protection, they'll come around. Say, why did you tell him you were cleaning my room?"

<Zeltzin> "Ahh, so he doesn't think that we were doing anything."

(Henry) "Well it doesn't matter what he thinks does it?"

<Zeltzin> "True, you make a good point."

(Henry) "All that matters is what you think of me and I of you."

<Zeltzin> "That's right."

(Henry) (Yawning, stretches, reaches his arm behind her and pulls her closer to him) "So, what do you think of me?"

<Zeltzin> "I think you are a very good person. You are very kind and understanding and likeable. Plus, you're friendly and generous."

<Zeltzin> "Well, Henry, what do you think of me?"

(Henry) "Well, to be honest. I love you Zeltzin, you're the one person I feel I can be honest and open with, and you're so kind and understanding."

<Zeltzin> "That really means a lot."

(Henry) "I'm glad."

(Henry) (Since he pulled her close to him, she is resting her head on his chest. He runs his fingers through her hair) "So Zeltzin, now what, is there anything you'd like to talk about, or ask me?”

Zeltzin was quiet. She too had been getting closer to Henry. She really was starting to like him. But, this was no more then an assignment. However, she couldn't deny, her relationship with Henry wasn't just a cover anymore.

<Zeltzin> "That really puts me in a hard place. I mean I love my country, even if I don't like the government. Also, I know my family would stay in the ANL. However, there are advantages to living in Mississippi, namely, being with you. I’ll have to think about it."

(Henry) "I can move to ANL then."

She almost laughed at the thought of him voluntarily placing himself in a communist nation, she knew him better than that. But she detected in his voice he was serious.

<Zeltzin> "Henry, if you moved to the ANL, that would be great, and I would support you all the way. But are you sure you would really want to do that?"

(Henry) "To be with you, yes."

At those words, Zeltzin was stunned. "If you really want to, it will be done, and I will be more then willing to live with you. But Henry, you hold authority in your government now."

(Henry) "I can still do paperwork from outside the nation."

(Henry) "Besides father doesn't want me around, he'd never even notice I was gone except when he went to yell at me."

Zeltzin turned her head around and looked directly into his eyes "Henry, alright, you can move in with me."

He kissed her deeply and passionately for a good 30 seconds, then he said, "You've made me so very happy."

Suddenly the phone next to the bed rang again, the ringing was most unwelcome at the time, neither of them wanted to answer it, but they both knew it was a given it was important and it was for Henry.

Zeltzin answered the phone, it was Wilhelm Ernst again, "Hello, who is this? Are you cleaning his room again?"

(Ernst) "I have to talk to Henry, it's very important."

Zeltzin handed Henry the phone, worried by the tone of Ernst's voice.

<Zeltzin> "It's Ernst again."

Henry takes the phone and thanks her for handing it to him. He starts to listen to Ernst, almost immediately he is shocked and upset

(Henry) "What? When? Is he okay? Is the doctor there? What's Mladic say about this? What, him to? Car accident? When? Is he okay? I'll be on the first flight."

He solemnly handed the phone back to Zeltzin.

Zeltzin put it back on the hook and said "Henry, what happened?"

(Henry) "Father nearly died, he practically choked on his own saliva, and acting Premier Joseph Mladic was in a car accident, he is seriously injured. I've been named acting Premier, my brother Roger is off playing soldier, and George is nowhere to be found, he's probably off chasing his lover. William is just 17, he could not be acting premier, so it is I they have chosen."

Zeltzin was taken aback. She then said, "Well, I will then live with you. I can ask the Premier of the ANL if I can be the ANL's Ambassador to Mississippi."

(Henry) "We need to get back to Mississippi soon, within probably 24 hours, I am sorry we'll have to cut our trip here short. You understand yes?"

<Zeltzin> "Yes, I understand completely."

(Henry) "Thank you."

(Henry) "When do you think we should be going?"

<Zeltzin> "Within a couple of hours, but again, I need to ask you one thing. Could the ANL have a embassy in Mississippi? If so, I could work there and move to Mississippi for at least several months.

(Henry) "Yes, of course, you may have an embassy."

<Zeltzin> "Good, in a couple of days, I need to make a quick trip to the ANL and petition them to build an embassy. I would return in a day or so."

(Henry) "Okay, good. When I get some free time after this all settles down, I'd like to come to ANL and meet your family, is that okay?”

<Zeltzin> "Yes, that would be wonderful. If you wanted to, I could get you to meet some government officials, too."

(Henry) "That might be nice. But I'm particularly interested in meeting your father." Zeltzin had an idea what that meant, in CM, whenever a man was interested in courting a woman with the goal being marriage, he sought approval from the woman's father, and they usually worked out what was basically a business deal. A certain amount of land or money would be given for the approval.

<Zeltzin> "Of course. I'm sure my father would be delighted to see you."

Zeltzin, although not looking forward to the "business deal" part of it, would like for her father to meet Henry. Her father thought she should have gotten married a lot earlier, but no one suited her. This was going to be interesting.

Henry started to groan in pain and clutch his lower back and his left shoulder; she remembered he had been wounded a few weeks ago, quite severely.

<Zeltzin> "Henry, do you need anything?"

(Henry) "It's my left shoulder and the central and lower back, really hurts. Nothing I can do for it without taking pain killers, and I don't want any of that stuff, it's no good, I have to stop relying on it."

<Zeltzin> "I'm glad you want to stop. Although it helps you with your pain, I don't think it's good for you."

(Henry) "Maybe you could rub my lower back for me, if you want to that is."

<Zeltzin> "Sure, I'll do it."

She starts to slowly massage his back. He says, "Thanks, right there, yup", she continues to rub his back for about 10 minutes before the silence of the night outside is broken by tenacious gunfire all around outside. Mortar rounds begin to impact all throughout the city, and even a few dozen conventional SCUDS crash throughout the city.

He rolls out of bed and grabs her as he does so, shielding her as the wall collapses from a mortar round.

He keeps over her for about 2 minutes until helicopters sound overhead and begin firing rockets to suppress the enemy sappers who managed to sneak into key points throughout the city. White units of police combined with colonial army and imperial army painstakingly began to retake the few buildings the guerilla teams captured. Soldiers advance behind the cover of BMP-3s

<Zeltzin> "Henry?" (Cough) "Henry, are you ok?"

(Henry) (Waving his arm in the air to move the dust away) "I'm fine, you okay?"

<Zeltzin> "I'm okay, just shaken up a bit,"

(Henry) "Let's get the heck out of here, now, what do you say?"

<Zeltzin> "I agree."

They get into the car and driver heads for the airport; on the way there they see squads of heavily armed soldiers and police in full body armor marching out behind BMPs and BTRs. They fired into windows of high-rise buildings. Large parts of the city are burning from the mortar and scud attacks. There are fire crews out to put the blazes down, but the soon to arrive rain will help greatly. She sees soldiers fire a MILAN into the lobby of the building where a team of enemy sappers had taken up position, and then the lobby is rushed by 24 police officers.

(Henry) "This colony is hardly as safe as I thought. Sorry for bringing you here."

<Zeltzin> "Henry, don’t worry about it. At least we are still alive. You've been named Premier at a bad time. I know you can help the situation here, though. Now you know there is a problem, you can now change it."

(Henry) "But how? There are 10 million natives and 20 million colonists, if the colonists don't crush the natives, the natives will crush the colonists. What can be done?"

<Zeltzin> "I don't know. Mediation, agreements, whatever."

(Henry) "Neither side wants that. The colonists here want to wipe out the natives and take all the land they can get."

(Henry) "We have nearly half a million imperial soldiers here to keep the colonists safe."

(Henry) "Some people have suggested we simply pull the army out and force the colonists to talk with the natives about the problems."

(Henry) "Of course the colonists have an army of their own, over half a million of their own soldiers trained and equipped by CM. And then there are the millions of WKM members in Angola, and 10-20% of them are trained paramilitaries."

<Zeltzin> "This situation is getting worse and worse by the minute, though. Something drastic will happen, worse then this and it will be soon."

(Henry) "So pulling out the Imperial forces would just be a pointless betrayal of the colonists, they'd still be able to defend themselves, just not as well, and more of them would die in violence.

The driver turned the car radio on, the report was read like a ghost story.

(Radio) "Over 10,000 white farmers in rural areas were killed within the last 3 hours in what is being called the "August Offensive", the black guerilla bands have begun attacking isolated farmers and the bolder ones are sending sapper bands into the cities. Government forces are fighting back hard and reported over 40,000 enemy guerillas killed, wounded, or captured. Government forces have stated their losses at 3,000 killed and 8,000 wounded. Most of the dead our Colonial Army and Colonial Police."

(Radio) "Governor-General Peter Stahlecker of Angola has issued an international warning that anybody considering travel to Angola should seriously think about the risks associated. Already dozens of landmines in rural regions have killed numerous white farmers and others. Also the major cities are all essentially under martial law and the country is basically in a counter-insurgency campaign against an estimated 250,000 black guerilla fighters.
Luanda and Lobtio have been declared "relatively safe". But travel outside of the major cities is ill advised, especially at night.
Any whites entering Angola should take extreme precautions and should at all times avoid commercial farms in the rural regions of the country.

The radio continued, "Mortar and rocket attacks against Luanda are not uncommon but are not frequent.

The governor-general has declared that, "Essentially white security forces have the situation under control but it is better to be safe than sorry, therefore I suggest all nonessential travel to Angola be deferred until further notice."

(Radio) "The Governor-General has halted all the food shipments to the black townships and has decreed that no white is to help a black obtain food. If they will attack us, they will starve."

<Zeltzin> "I fear that will just create more violence."

(Radio) "Recent reports of SCUD missile attacks against Luanda were simply false communists propaganda designed to scare whites into leaving. We ask that such reports be treated as the trash they are. The colonial government has this situation under control. But we again remind you to avoid travel on any unpaved road as thus far over 2,000 vehicles have been destroyed by landmines in the past 4 weeks."

(Radio) "The governor has declared that Luanda is the safest city on the continent of Africa except for Alexandria which is in Mississippian Egypt."

The car slowly approached the airport; the fires could be seen raging throughout the city, like the infernos of hell.

Zeltzin was stunned. Damn, she felt bad, for everybody in the terrible situation.

(Radio) "Reports earlier that a band of white paramilitary fighters massacred an entire black township of over 50,000 are false and untrue, they are enemy lies designed to wear down the morale of our soldiers, they are to be disregarded."

Zeltzin> "Nevertheless, it should be investigated."

(Radio) "We will not replay the speech the governor gave about 30 minutes ago"

(Governor Peter Stahlecker recording) "Now I want to tell you ladies and gentlemen, that there's not enough nig--rs in this country to chase the white man out and we're not going to leave today, we're not going to leave tomorrow, and we're never going to leave! We're going to stay here and we're going to fight here, and if we need to, we're going to die here! This is our land and we're not going to let a bunch of savage nig--rs take it from us. God guided our people here and He grants us such bountiful harvests, He asks only that we separate ourselves from the dark races and that we don't mix with them. And how do we separate? We drive them out, they don’t' belong here; Luanda was built by white Portuguese in 1575. This land is for our people and a bunch of nig--rs won’t drive us out. White Power!”

(Radio) "That was the speech from the governor-general Peter Stahlecker, he has vowed to lobby Mississippi Imperial Authorities to send more Imperial Soldiers from Mississippi herself. Perhaps even the famed Republican Guard."

(Radio) "Reports are coming in that, Oh my God! They've sacked Luena!"

(Radio) "Approximately 95,000 black guerilla fighters armed with soviet grade weaponry overran the 500 white police and 2,000 white colonial soldiers in Luena and went on an orgy of violence. It is reported from the handful that survived, that every white woman was raped in front of a male relative, and then they were all massacred. Over 35,000 dead.”

(Radio) "The Governor-General has invoked Rule 27 of the colonial military authority code. He is granting clearance to all officers ranked captain or higher in the Colonial Army, to use chemical weapons if they choose to."

<Zeltzin> "More the reason to get out."

(Radio) "Reports are coming in that thousands of White Paratroopers from colonial parachute units have begun dropping into rural areas to secure white owned farms. White farmers are cheering this move. The Angolan Special Air Assault Squads (ASAAS) has also reported to have dropped 500 operators into Luena and they have driven the blacks out of the city and inflicted over 15,000 casualties on them, with the loss of just 12 of their own."

(Henry) "The Angolan Special Air Assault Squads, they are the elite of the colonial parachute units, there are about 1,000 operators in the ASAAS."

(Radio) "100 ASAAS parachuted into Zambia along the Zambezi river and directly into an enemy guerilla camp where over 5,000 armed guerillas were. They killed approximately 1,800 and suffered only a few wounded. They made their way along the river back into Angola.

They get to the airport and see a swarm of people with luggage and suitcases, at least 500,000 colonists are crowding the airport to get out on Angola and return to Mississippi.

They get to Henry's private plane, it can easily hold about 100 people, and he asks Zeltzin, “Would you mind if I let some strangers on here They really want to get out of here fast."

<Zeltzin> "The more, the better."

He tells about 100 people to hurry up and get onto his plane. They quickly surge forward and swarm onto the plane. There are at least nine-hundred 747s and over one-thousand C-130s loading other people up. There are tents pitched all around the airport as people who have had it with Angola, with the Scuds etc, are leaving.

The plane eventually gets airborne. Henry and Zeltzin are in Henry's private room. He asks her, "Are you going to go mingle with any of the people?"

<Zeltzin> "I was going to, should I?"

(Henry) "If you want to, just be very careful to be sensitive, remember these people have just lost their homes and their nation, they're basically refugees."

<Zeltzin> "I understand, Henry."

(Henry) "Okay."

Zeltzin goes out of his private room and looks around at the people...all of them have glum and sad expressions.

There was a man in a chair asking people, "Have you heard if Luena is okay? I heard the blacks attacked it, were they chased away?"

Nobody had heard anything.

Zeltzin remembered the radio in the car saying, "Luena has been sacked, the blacks have gone on an orgy of violence and destruction."

The man mumbled something, somewhat to himself, somewhat to those around him, "My brother and his family... Live in Luena."

One of the people was asking, "Has anybody heard in Cabinda has come under attack? My son lives in Cabinda. Anybody?" One of the men replied, "I'm a colonial intelligence officer, well I was, and no Cabinda is fine." The man breathed a sigh of relief.

The man who was asking about Luena looked at Zeltzin and managed to through his nervousness, choke out, "Do you know anything about Luena?"

The man's eyes were full of anticipation of either a yes or no answer that Luena was either fine or in ruins, he needed to know, he just needed to know, the not knowing was killing him.

Zeltzin was in a tough bind. She knew telling him 'Luena has been destroyed' would devastate him. If he told him 'The City had been saved' He would eventually find out the truth. If she had told him 'I don't know, he would continue to worry.


One of the men with earphones on called out, "Was somebody asking about Luena?"

The man jumped from his seat, and exclaimed, "Yes, what is it?"

The man with the radio replied, "It's been leveled."

The words hit the man like steel, he collapsed into his seat and started to breathe heavily and sweat profusely.

Zeltzin then held his arm and was trying to help him.

The man with the radio called out again, "Cabinda was just attacked, but only by a few teams of sappers, they were beaten back or killed. Menongue was also attacked, but nothing serious, no damage. Huambo was hit by Scuds, a few hundred killed." As he called out each city and then stated "Nothing serious" people sighed, as he would call out "Scud" or "Major attack", some people would tense up.

(Man with radio) "The governor is appealing to Mississippi to send in the Republican Guard Internal Security units, he wants 5 entire division from the RGISA. It's up to the Premier now, but the acting Premier Mladic was injured in a car accident, they have yet to publicly announce who the new acting premier will be. Let us all pray for Mladic and for the Premier Curtis Fabus to both get well."

Despite being worried sick about their own problems, everybody bowed their head and prayed for Curtis Fabus and Joseph Mladic.

(The pilot turns the radio for the whole plane on via the intercom) (Radio) "There were several survivors from Luena. Here is one now." (A man starts to speak, the man in the seat who had sank down jumped up and exclaimed) "That's my brother's voice! He lives!"

(Brother via radio) "How did I survive you ask? My family and I we took cover in the sewer when the first shells came in."

(Man) "I knew he would be smart enough to survive! I knew it!"

(Radio) "Reports of mass lynchings against the blacks in the townships began to come in a few hours after word of the sacking of Luena reached the white citizens via radio and television. Governor-General Stahlecker is expected to address the colony in 20 minutes."

20 minutes later the governor-general Peter Stahlecker started to speak via radio, "Mississippian colonists of Angola. I call on you to stand firm and not to abandon your rightful land in the face of attacks by savages. I have authorized the colonial army and police to use chemical weapons to suppress these brutal and uncalled for tribal rebellions against us. I am giving the blacks 8 days to come to terms with us and then we will unleash such a storm against them that they will wish they'd never been born. Stand firm and do not leave your land. Also if you live on a rural farm, stay indoors and take cover immediately, army units are parachuting to secure all known rural farms, send signal flares to get help, use the radio, we are coming, know we are coming."

The plane eventually landed in Mississippi. In the next 12 hours the colonial population of Angola went down to about 18,980,000 as over 50,000 were killed in the past few days of fighting and almost 1 million fled.

Henry was talking to Zeltzin after everybody got off the plane.

(Henry) "I don't know what will happen in Angola, it won't be good though.”

(Henry) "What do you think we should do? Send in the Republican Guard?"

She decided just to lay it out on the line. "Henry, I feel terrible for the colonists. They have undoubtedly been through a terrible trauma. However, the retaliatory lynching and the military actions will just perpetuate violence. Now, don't get me wrong, you need to defend your people. However, I feel if we send in the Republican Guard and conduct massive military raids, the result will be disastrous. We need to get the colonists and the natives talking without compromising the colonist security.

The radio in the plane was still on.

(Radio) "Black tribal leaders are claiming that white colonial government forces used hydrogen cyanide gas to kill over 35,000 blacks in villages along the Zambezi. White colonial government officials are vehemently denying these charges and they state and I quote, "A nig--r wouldn't be able to tell hydrogen cyanide from sarin, how the hell would they have any idea what gas is what, but remember, we didn't use any gas to begin with."

(Radio) "Reports that several hundred rural whites, male and female, captured by blacks were run through the blades of saw mills, have been confirmed. In response to these confirmations, a band of paramilitary whites have vowed to and I quote the leader of this paramilitary group, "Lynch every goddamned nig--r for fifty miles."

(Radio) "The Governor-general Peter Stahlecker has declared that any black setting foot within 10 miles of a city is to be shot on sight."

<Zeltzin> "There is too much blood in the streets already. If you allow this to continue on, Angola will be literally destroyed. Whites will be dead as well as blacks."

(Henry) "How can it end? They want to kill each other."

<Zeltzin> "We have to convince them there is a better way. We have to convince them that although all of society's problems won't end, there is a better way then to handle it in bloodshed and destruction."

(Radio) "The black guerilla army has vowed to not stop until quote, "Every last white is dead" end quote, and the white paramilitary units have vowed to not stop until quote, "Every black is out of Angola or dead and no longer a problem."

(Radio) "Colonial Government officials offered to hold talks with black guerilla leaders and discuss portioning Angola, but the blacks have united behind a movement called "Movement for the Total Freedom of Angola. MTFA. They have spurred offers for talks on anything less than the whites leaving."

(Radio) "An average of over 8,000 people a day have been killed or injured in Angola for the past 4 weeks."

<Zeltzin> "I can't honestly believe every single black in Angola is supporting this "MTFA". If true peace were guaranteed, more and more would want it. Hell, if a neutral third party needs to mediate the talks, then let it be!"

(Radio) "The Colonial government has declared that Zaire and Zambia are indeed supporting the guerillas by allowing over 400,000 of their citizens to join and fight for the MTFA. Colonial units of the elite ASAAS have been rumored to be operating in Zambia and Zaire."

(Radio) "The until now quiet Christian Martyrs Brigade has vowed to bomb every black township in Angola, and if necessary, to carry their campaign into Zaire and Zambia. They have vowed to martyr themselves for God."

(Henry) "Zeltzin, have you heard of the CMB before?"

Zeltzin had to tell the truth "Yes, I had."

(Henry) "What do you think should be done about them?"

(Radio) "There are an estimated 500,000 CMB members in Angola.”

<Zeltzin> "Honestly, I believe they need to be stopped. To be completely frank, they are a fanatical group that is convinced that their ways are the only true way and will not obey any law, treaty or pact that prevents them from their goals. They are in essence, state-funded terrorists fighting under the supposed flag of God."

(Henry) "Yes, but you know officially CM denies any links to them. But you know unofficially who approved their creation? Father did, something that major required his personal approval."

(Henry) "I told him they'd get out of hand and end up more trouble than they'd ever be worth, but he thought fanatics would make good soldiers due to their devotion."

<Zeltzin> "Henry, you were right. They are more trouble."

(Henry) "They do make good soldiers, if they can be controlled. Which is a big if."

(Henry) "Did you know there are over 5 million CMB and over 40 million private citizens of Mississippi and her territories that give money from their own pockets to the CMB."

<Zeltzin> "I didn't know that. Giving so much power and competency to a Paramilitary group is asking for trouble. They have so much backing, they have the power. Same thing with all these Para military groups. There are so many factions that don't have to answer to government or common sense, they believe they can do anything."

(Henry) "CMB has been behind most embassy bombings in the past few months."

(Henry) "We attribute no less than 800,000 killed and over 3,000,000 wounded or injured to the actions of the CMB and their affiliates. Most of the dead were in civil-wars, rebellions, etc, uprisings, but a large number were civilians."

(Henry) "I'd say their crusade has gone on long enough, wouldn't you?"

<Zeltzin> "Henry, I tell you this both as a friend and a professional, you are absolutely correct."

<Zeltzin>"And if I were to bring solid proof to you that the CMB is preparing for operations in the ANL, I guess it would only further the point."

(Henry) "I've heard rumors from friends in the DIS about that, but if we don't let them out of the country. I will seal all the borders tight with the RGISA and issue orders not to let large numbers of armed people leave.”

(Henry) "We should be moving along now, I need to get to the Army High command and get situation reports and updates on Angola."

They get into a car and head for the Army High Command building. Meanwhile in Angola, there is only death, destruction, mayhem, and carnage; the violence seems to have no end in sight.

<Zeltzin> "I can tell you this Henry, if you are going to try to set things right, you'll need a lot of personal support. I will always be by your side."



Occ- If you all can't tell what's going on in Angola, it looks to me like the start of a mass exodus of colonists out of Angola back to Mississippi. :(
Communist Mississippi
05-08-2004, 17:59
bump
Communist Mississippi
05-08-2004, 18:48
I value your input!

I am undecided how this should go.

1) Whites driven out by long brutal guerilla war. Colony falls.

2) Most whites simply get tired of the constant war and after 10 years, less than 1 million whites remain. Colony is basically in anarchy and the government will exert no control outside of a few major cities such as Luanda.

3) Blacks are wiped out in genocidal campaign by CMB and extremists in the White Colonial Army.

4) Mass exodus of whites occurs before the brutal war becomes a war of attrition. (Realistically, how likely is this?)

5) Mass exodus of whites over a 10 year period causes the colonial army to fall to less than 10,000 or so. Then Imperial Forces are pulled out for other actions elsewhere and then see what happens from there. (This would then become a Rhodesian style insurgency with the black forces heavily outnumbering the white forces)

6) Peaceful solution (But this is Angola, RL in 1975 after 3 black guerilla movements drove the Portuguese out, they got into a civil-war that lasted longer than 2 decades. A peaceful solution is about as likely in Angola as Ariel Sharon is likely to become roomates with Yasser Arafat!)
Communist Mississippi
06-08-2004, 09:57
Bump: Come on people! Pick a choice!
Roycelandia
06-08-2004, 10:09
Roycelandia, as CM knows, has a large Colony in Africa. We'd be only too happy to send in troops to assist in putting down the Rebellion and preventing the Africans from taking over.

However, Roycelandia isn't segregated like CM is... So we can't (and won't) help you oppress the Natives and keep them seperated from Whites.

Perhaps, with the imminent war looming in Angola, you'd be best to let Roycelandia take over Angola, incorporate it into Roycelandian East Africa, and restore order that way.

Failing that, ANYONE (White or Black) from CM Angola who wants to relocate to REA will be more than welcome to do so....
Communist Mississippi
06-08-2004, 15:54
Roycelandia, as CM knows, has a large Colony in Africa. We'd be only too happy to send in troops to assist in putting down the Rebellion and preventing the Africans from taking over.

However, Roycelandia isn't segregated like CM is... So we can't (and won't) help you oppress the Natives and keep them seperated from Whites.

Perhaps, with the imminent war looming in Angola, you'd be best to let Roycelandia take over Angola, incorporate it into Roycelandian East Africa, and restore order that way.

Failing that, ANYONE (White or Black) from CM Angola who wants to relocate to REA will be more than welcome to do so....


Governor-general Peter Stahlecker will not accept help if it means compromising segregation. We will fight on our own if necessary. But not a single black will be in a city after 6:00 (All blacks have to return to their shantytowns around the cities by 6:00p.m.)
Communist Mississippi
06-08-2004, 19:49
Recent bombings in Angola from other nations have left many bridges and roads in poor state or completely ruined. The colonial and imperial forces are having great difficulty moving forces to attack black guerilla bands.

The black guerilla movement has mushroomed to over 500,000 strong as many blacks from neighboring Namibia, Zambia, and Zaire, have snuck into Angola to help their racial brethren against the white colonial rulers.

White flight continues from Angola as scud missiles and mortars are hammering down on all major cities.

Thus far the number of whites in Angola has dropped to about 16.2 million from 20 million 4 NS months ago. They all returned to Mississippi.


Recent announcements that the Imperial government in Mississippi was considering shifting all Imperial forces from Angola to Mississippian Libya was meet with violent protests outside the Imperial Authority Building in Luanda Angola. The colonists cried, "Betrayal!", "Traitors!", "Death to Mississippi!" and a whole barrage of other slurs against the Mississippian government.

There are currently about 600,000 Imperial soldiers and 760,000 Colonial soldiers in Angola. The Imperial government high advisors along with Acting Premier Henry Fabus are currently discussing moving all Imperial soldiers out of Angola and to what they deemed "More important theatres of operation".


The Angolan Governor-General Peter Stahlecker has declared such talks, "Talks of treason and betrayal against fellow whites here in Angola. How can they talk about pulling forces out from here, we are in a shooting war with the nig--rs here and we need every available soldier. Who cares about Mississippian Libya and tensions. We are not in tensions here in Angola, we are in war!"

Colonial forces are beginning to suffer mounting losses in Angola with little to show for their efforts. However to date over 200,000 black guerillas and supporters have been killed or captured.

Thus far over 60,000 white civilians and 22,000 colonial soldiers along with 8,000 imperial soldiers, have been killed in the guerilla war.
Neo-Praetonia
06-08-2004, 21:59
OOC: This has been pre-approved by CM.

IC: Georgei Facini was a missionary living and working in Angola. He was different from most, as he had received schooling primarily in Praetonia. There he was taught by the liberal principals of that nation, he was taught to treat blacks as equals and that what the Mississippian Imperial Government was doing was wrong. In Angola, he moved from village to village, teaching the natives, distributing what scant supplies he could smuggle into the region.

Over the past few weeks, however, he was becoming increasingly angry. The Imperial forces had cut off food supplies to the villages and townships and people were beginning to starve to death. Every village he came to was rank with the stench of disease mingled with the corpses rotting in the open streets. No one would escape this place alive, and the outside world, for all it's protest, did nothing.

Mr Facini, therefore, decided to do something himself. He set about raising the black population to protest their conditions, to stand up and be heard. At every village he made his speeaches.

"Ladies and gentlemen, rightful owners of this land. I am sure you have all heard tell of those among you who enter the Imperial cities and attempt to fight their cause," there was a murmur of agreement, "I am sure you have all heard tell, of those among you who kill Mississippians, who destroy their buildings, who burn their vehicles," his voice began very grave,"You all know how their Colonial Army extracts it's revenge upon you. How the Mississippians claim that your actions justify their cause, and how the outside world dismiss their brutality as neccessary and provoked. Well, my friends, we are going to fight them," there was a murmur of disagreement, from some even shock he was proposing this, "we are going to fight them, but not with guns or bullets. Not with RPGs or with clubs. We are going to fight them with words. We are going to march to the nearest and we are going to protest before the house of the Governor. There will be no fighting. There must be no violence on our part. This is your chance to fight back, to be heard. Who is with me?" There was a great cheer from most of the crowd. One or two people, however, walked quietly away.

Over the next several days he visited all of the villages and townships he could reach and assembled a total of 80,000 people. Some of this number was through his speeches, but the majority was assembled by the people who heard his words passing it on to their friends, and they to theirs. The actual number that gathered on the main road to the city (a dirt track) was nearer to 50,000, although none really knew the exact number, other than that it was huge.

Some of them were carrying placards, but very few. Very few could read or write. They were, however, chanting intheir native tongue. The sound of so many men, women and even children repeating the same phrase again and again was almost deafening. Perhaps they could be heard in the city. Perhaps they couldn't. The party moved on. For several miles they walked, before reaching the gates of the city. Outside stood Colonial and Imperial units.

"Keep walking, no violence."
Communist Mississippi
06-08-2004, 22:05
Occ- Actually the Colonial Authority stopped food shipments, but it's okay.


Ic- Over 50,000 black protestors were marching towards Luanda. It was about 2:00 p.m. and as such no more blacks were allowed inside the city (If they work in the city, they must arrive between 6:30-8:00 a.m. and be out by 6:00 p.m.)

The colonial forces on the outskirts of the city decided they weren't going to just stand around and let a bunch of savages enter into the city against rules.


Over 800 colonial soldiers poured into the road to block the path of the black mob, along with 8 BMP-3s and 2 T-98 tanks. They called out through bullhorns, "Leave this area immediately! Stop! Go home! Go Home! Leave this area immediately! You are assembled in violation of colonial executive order 12 section 2A, you must disperse and leave this area immediately!"

The soldiers fixed bayonets as 500 colonial police officers arrived, each had a german shepherd dog. The dogs started ripping in the air, the only thing holding them back were the officers digging their heels into the ground. Several dozen fire trucks arrived and the firemen prepared to spray the protestors with the high-pressured hoses.

One last warning was given.

"Leave this area immediately!"
Neo-Praetonia
06-08-2004, 22:10
The mob stopped. Georgei Facini, terrified to the bone but refusing to show it, stepped forward. He tried several times to speak, swallowing his word. There's no way any of us are getting out of this he thought to himself.

"We will not go home. We have come to protest in front of the Governor's mansion. We are peaceful, but we will not stop"

The mob began to move towards the Mississippian soldiers, somewhat appreheinsively. They could all tell that the soldiers were not bluffing. They began to chant once more. Their voices speaking together gave them the courage to keep going. They were walking towards the soldiers. Walking towards their deaths.
Communist Mississippi
06-08-2004, 22:14
A Colonial Army colonel, an arrogant man with an old captured syrian generals cap on (he was in a war in syria and always wear this) was sitting on the turret of a T-98. He fired a pistol into the air and then the officers unleashed the 500 german shepherds on the mob of blacks; these friendly rin-tin-tin dogs ripped and tore at anything in front of them that was moving. Teeth sank into flesh, blood flooded freely.

Then the water came, concussions were caused by the sheer force of the water being used. But still the protestors pressed on despite the walls of water slamming into them.


The colonel yelled through a bullhorn, "If you move any closer towards the city we will open fire!"
Neo-Praetonia
06-08-2004, 22:19
The men were lying on the ground at the front of the column, dead or dying. The dogs ripped apart one man and proceeded to the next. The people hit the dogs and kicked them, trying anything to stop them, but then the water cannon were used. The spray blasted men and dogs alike from their feet. The confusion at the front was immense, but the chanting continued and the back pushed the front forwards, everyone continued. Through the chanting and the sound of water and the yelps and growls of the dogs no one heard the Colonel's remarks. Not that it would have made much difference.
Communist Mississippi
06-08-2004, 22:25
The soldiers marched forward about 10 steps in unison, came to a total halt almost as a machine, as one. They raised their rifles, the polished helmets, bayonets, and boots reflecting the hot angolan sun.

They carefully took aim, and then simultaneously they unleashed a barrage. Each soldier emptied an entire magazine into the crowd. Then they reloaded and ran forward, sinking their bayonets into anything that moved. The tanks and BMP-3s opened up and joined the orchestra of pain and agony, the screams and wails of the dead and dying.
Neo-Praetonia
06-08-2004, 22:30
Every bullet found it's mark. It was impossible to miss through the screaming masses. Only those at the front knew what was happening and they would not know anything for long. Georgei had been pulled back into the crowd, where he was shouting deperately for them not to fight back, not to brutalise themselves as the Mississippians were doing.

Even those who fought stood little chance, squewered on a bayonet or shot. The chanting wavered for a moment, but the crowd was still moving. Marching, almost. A chanting army, practically unstoppable whilst the numbers held. The back was pushing the front forward, not knowing what they were being pushed into. Sooner or later they would reach the gate. They had to reach the gate. Georgei thought to himself.
Communist Mississippi
06-08-2004, 22:36
4 Mi-24s arrived and pummeled the crowd with hundreds of rockets. The rockets impacted and blew people into dozens of pieces and scattered them into the air. Over 1,500 more colonial police and colonial army soldiers arrived outside the gates of the city and they to added their firepower to the put down the rebellion. A unit of Imperial paratroopers with 4 MILANS fired all of them into the crowds. People were cut down where they stood or blown into pieces as they attempted to flee.

Governor-General Peter Stahlecker announced to the citizens of Luanda, "We have stopped another attempt by black terrorists to assault the city."

They were just glad no media was around to see what happened, well no foreign media. Colonial media just reported it as "Black terror campaign dealt crippling blow, terror cells smashed as they attempted to infiltrate into Luanda."

Over 15,000 blacks were killed and most of the rest were seriously injured. They dead were bulldozed into ditches outside of the city.
Communist Mississippi
07-08-2004, 00:21
It happened virtually overnight, the colonial government began to find less and less units on their order of battle as millions of colonists had been leaving in droves over the last few months. The Imperial Army had already pulled out and they left only the colonial army to defend the white colonists. It was all over, there was a mass exodus of whites, over 12 million in one week. The colonial government knew the walls were tumbling down.


Occ- This would have been a very good and very long 1-2 week RP with great detail in the movements of black guerilla armys, diplomacy between CM and the Colonial government. But other NS nations demanded I leave immediately or they would make war that I feared would kill billions of innocent people. So they've made me and you suffer. Me because I've been robbed of writing a great RP, because I love to write. And you have been robbed of getting to read my RP, because you all got to admit, you like to read the CM RPs.

Occ- I will attempt to write some posts from characters leaving Angola or still lingering around in Angola and their flashbacks will show how the colony eventually fell. I can improvise and RP what happened in the past, since the present has been robbed. I hope you enjoy it. :D
Roycelandia
07-08-2004, 07:22
The Roycelandian Imperial Foreign Legion has also started a recruitment campaign, offering former CM Colonial Militia soldiers the oppurtunity to join the IFL (under an assumed name, if they like) and continue to fight in the military for another Imperialist country.

So far, the Roycelandian Government has refused to get actively involved in the Angolan situation, but rumours persist that arms and mercenaries are being smuggled into the country from REA...
Communist Mississippi
07-08-2004, 07:27
The Roycelandian Imperial Foreign Legion has also started a recruitment campaign, offering former CM Colonial Militia soldiers the oppurtunity to join the IFL (under an assumed name, if they like) and continue to fight in the military for another Imperialist country.

So far, the Roycelandian Government has refused to get actively involved in the Angolan situation, but rumours persist that arms and mercenaries are being smuggled into the country from REA...


Occ- These guys weren't colonial militia. They were hardcore, the Angolan Special Air Assault Squads (1,000 strong regiment divided into companies and squads) launched about 500 soldiers into Zambia and wiped out a terrorist camp of over 5,000. They did similar deed in Zaire. Both Zambia and Zaire were used as terrorist bases of operation. Also there were 2 entire divisions (18,000 per division) of colonial paratroopers. Note the colonial army was about 760,000 strong and of that probably 1/3-4/10s were reserves, a large part was elite rapid response forces, such as the ASAAS, the Paras, the Paracommandos, then there was also the 1 black native unit raised. They were mostly guerillas that left the guerilla movement and thus they were pseudo-guerillas (they impersonated guerilla units and sowed confusion in guerilla units by doing so) Note almost all of the surviving Colonial Army has been integrated into the Commonwealth Libyan Army.
Communist Mississippi
07-08-2004, 07:31
(Radio) "Reports are coming in that thousands of White Paratroopers from colonial parachute units have begun dropping into rural areas to secure white owned farms. White farmers are cheering this move. The Angolan Special Air Assault Squads (ASAAS) has also reported to have dropped 500 operators into Luena and they have driven the blacks out of the city and inflicted over 15,000 casualties on them, with the loss of just 12 of their own."

(Radio) "100 ASAAS parachuted into Zambia along the Zambezi river and directly into an enemy guerilla camp where over 5,000 armed guerillas were. They killed approximately 1,800 and suffered only a few wounded. They made their way along the river back into Angola.


Earlier in the campaign, the radio reported two of the most well-known ASAAS operations.
Roycelandia
07-08-2004, 07:58
OOC: By Colonial Forces, we mean all the Angolan Soldiers, Police, Guerrillas. In short, anyone who wants to leave Angola (white or black) will be given refuge in Roycelandia, and anyone who wants to join the IFL (again, white or black) will be permitted to do so.
Communist Mississippi
07-08-2004, 08:10
The following occurred shortly after Luanda fell to the terrorists.

Peter Stahlecker sighed as the helicopter he was in landed on a Fabus Super Carrier a few miles of the coast of Angola near Luanda. Night was falling, but the city was well illuminated from the many fires raging throughout. It was an inferno, a hell on earth. He thought back to where he thought it went wrong. He never should have cancelled the operations across the borders into Zambia and Zaire, for they proved to be very important to the terrorists, as they became crucial bases of support and safe havens. But he knew he had no choice when he made the decision to stop the massive movements into Zaire and Zambia, for the world would never have seen it as a counter-terrorism move, but rather an imperialistic aggressive maneuver.

He cursed Mississippi and the Imperial authority for pulling out the Imperial Army from Angola to send them to Mississippian Libya. But deep down he knew Mississippian Libya was far more important strategically than Angola. But that gave him no comfort because he knew how many whites had died, the number was shocking, chilling, and it wasn't a dream he'd soon be awake from, it was reality, as real as the night air rushing over his parted blonde hair.

And he realized many blacks had died also, he didn't care much for blacks, he viewed them as little more than animals, but still he didn't like to see even cats or dogs suffer, so he was naturally upset to see natives killed. He had never imagined that blacks could be so cruel to fellow blacks. He understood when the cities were besieged what would happen if they fell. He knew what most of the whites that were unfortunate enough not to escape would be in store for. But he had never imagined in his worst nightmares what the black Marxist guerillas would do to the blacks that didn't support their movement.

He shook the thoughts from his mind as he unscrewed the cap on his flask and drank heartily the liquor within. It would keep down the memories for know, the memories of the screams of the dying, the horrors, the reports he had read, the pictures and videos he had been shown. He shook them from his mind again as he drank deep, he started to feel numb, he liked the numbness, numbness was nothingness. Nothing to experience, no pain, no shame, no anger at the betrayal. "The betrayal", the words rolled off of his tongue but nobody was around to hear them, well nobody would have cared much if they heard anyway, they were all busy with their own thoughts.

He suddenly uttered the words he had longed to find the courage to say, "Goddamn Mississippi, Goddamn you to hell for what you did to the colonists!", he suddenly realized he said it louder than the thought. He was starting to fell number now as the liquor took affect, he drank down the rest of his flask, the 6 ounces of liquor would by him a few hours away from the memories of the months of the reports, the photographs, the horror of it all.


The sheer horror, dead whites, dead blacks, dead everything, dead nation. Angola was dead now, he realized that. There would never be anything great about Angola now; there would be no schools, no hospitals, no peace, and no stability. He knew that in 1975 when Angola gained independence from Portugal that the 3 guerilla groups immediately went after each other and a nearly three decade long civil war ensued. The country had been in virtual ruin when Mississippi arrived a few years ago, and they quickly turned it into the most prosperous nation in Southern/Central Africa.

He knew though that Mississippian Libya was the real jewel in the Mississippian Commonwealth, and that was why the left was always going after Mississippian Libya. Rarely after Mississippian Egypt and never after Western Sahara. More words rolled from his mouth, the breath stank of expensive liquor, "Goddamn the left!", he knew it was their fault too. Had they not been putting pressure on CM in Libya, the Imperial Forces in Angola would never have been moved out. He realized now that things were going to be different; his nation had been wounded in the matter of pride. And it needed as much pride as it could get.

The one he blamed most for the loss of pride was the one he blamed most for the loss of Angola and the massacres against the whites. The words rolled off his tongue now as if they were natural, it was a given what he'd say, "Goddamn you Henry Fabus!". Henry Fabus had always been against the idea of empire, and there could not have been a worse time for him to be acting Premier. Well in the eyes of Peter Stahlecker there couldn't have been a worse time. Premier Fabus would never have left Angola to fall into anarchy and ruin. He would have sent in dozens of divisions of reinforcements. In a very mocking and cynical tone revealing his utter contempt for Henry Fabus, he blurted out in drunken stupor, "But no, Henry Fabus knows better than to uphold the policies of his father."


A marine on the flight deck came out and broke the silence of the night air, "Governor sir, are you going to go below, it looks like a storm is brewing." He looked up and pointed to the ominous clouds that were hanging oppressively low.

Stahlecker solemnly took another flask out of his other pocket and unscrewed the cap, as he tipped it back he turned to look at the young marine, the 19 year old, barely old enough to buy sarin gas, and he said to him, "I have a feeling the storm has been long overdue, and that soon the clouds will break." The young marine looked at him and just rationalized what he said with the thought, "He is drunk!".

Stahlecker said, "The clouds will break and let loose a torrent, the storm has been brewing for years, and nothing can hold back the inevitable!"

The young marine helped Stahlecker walk down to the private quarters he had been given by the ship's captain. The marine said, "Now governor sir, you just get some rest and before you know it we'll be back in Mississippi."

The governor replied, "The Mississippi you left a few weeks ago is dead, she died when Luanda fell, the Mississippi we are going back to now, I guarantee you that you shall not even recognize her." The marine was shocked and taken aback.

He inquisitively asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Stahlecker replied, “You will see, you will see. Oh believe me, they’ll all see. They’ll see their mistake but it may very well be too late. They should have held Angola!”

The marine replied, “But what is one distant colony mean to Mississippi?”

The governor laughed, he was surprised by this young man’s lack of vision, “Well soldier, you don’t get it do you. If the Arabs in Egypt figure that the Mississippians can be beaten, what do you think that means. And believe me Arabs fight a great deal better than blacks, and there were only 10 million blacks in Angola, and a few million from neighboring states helped them. There are over 30 million Arabs in Mississippian Egypt, and they could call for a jihad and get rag heads from around the world to flock to their cause.”

The marine was visibly afraid as he realized the governor was right. “What can we do?” he asked, his voice grappling for reassurance and hoping to have his fears assuaged.

The governor hit the nail right on the head, “What can we do? Do nothing! For nothing can be done, one cannot stop the sands of time! All one can do is attempt to alter their direction, perhaps if they ease up on the Egyptians, the Egyptians have always been easy for us to govern. They aren’t like the Libyans; very little insurgency goes on in Egypt. If they abandon some of the draconian laws, the Egyptians will likely be happy enough to continue sharing in the prosperity that Commonwealth status brings them.”

The marine sighed, glad the governor had pulled him back from over the edge, he had been ready to write-off Egypt as likely to be lost. But now he knew it would be held.

The marine turned around and quietly walked out of the room. The governor collapsed onto the bed, the affects of the liquor had finally gotten to him. But even in sleep there would be no peace for him. The visions of fire, death, decay, the women and children screaming for mercy, they would haunt his dreams for now and forever. And he knew there was no escape. None but death could release him from this torment.
Communist Mississippi
07-08-2004, 08:26
Curtis Fabus was lying in his bed, some would say he was knocking at death's door; some would say he was about to recover. Most would be right if they said just give him a while and he'll be fine. He was sleeping, out like a light; he had been given a handful of tranquilizers. He had become used to dreamless nights over the past few weeks due to his injuries. But tonight his dreams haunted him.


His visions were of an elephant falling before a mouse that turned out to be a lion (An underestimated enemy). He saw the great city of Angola, Luanda, and he saw it burning in the night, the flames being visible for miles. He saw widespread death and destruction. He saw a rider on a red horse, the symbol of war. His servants heard him tossing and turning, the doctor saw his heart rate increase by over 50%

He finally shot up in bed, drenched in sweat, his voice had miraculously been restored, "WHAT'S HAPPENING IN ANGOLA!" the word "Angola" echoed throughout the halls of the mansion, everybody in the above ground part of the mansion was stirred from their sleep by the thunderous roar of "Angola!"


There was a intelligence general from the Republican Guard Intelligence Services ran into the Premier's room and started to scream, "Is the Premier okay?"

The premier demanded to know what had happened in Angola. The general finally said, "We were going to wait to tell you in the morning sir, but I suppose you have the right to know now. Angola is, well black guerilla armies have overrun it, most of the whites had fled over the last few months, but 4 million remained behind, over 3 million were killed in the last 4 months and just now. I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but the situation reports we'd been giving you for the last 4 months on Angola, they were all basically just worthless lies for the most part, we didn't want to stress you out."

The frail and weak Curtis Fabus nodded his head to show acknowledgement, then he smashed his fist into the wall, leaving a large whole and eliciting a "cracking" sound as he broke some of the bones in his hand. He then said, "This is all Henry's fault, well we'll work out who is to blame later, arrest him and put Roger in charge. I want you all to leave me now, begone from my sight, I'm tired, I need to rest." His voice grew weaker as he laid his head back onto the pillow and entered into the escape that was sleep.
Roycelandia
07-08-2004, 10:13
Governor-General's Mansion, Port Imperial, Roycelandian East Africa

Governor-General Philip J. Fry, Commander Jack Sword, and Colonel Timothy Mtombe were sitting in Fry's Study watching the chaos in Angola on TV.

"Gentlemen, it's clear something needs to be done. But what?"

Colonel Mtombe swilled his Scotch around, the ice cubes clinking together.

"Why not send in the Imperial Foreign Legion to keep everyone on their toes? Basically get them to shoot everyone with a gun, Native or Missippian, and destroy the country?"

"We tried that in Gabon, and it's only effective so far. The Missippians would probably twig they we were involved, and that wouldn't be pretty." Commander Sword dropped some more ice into his Bourbon.

"Gentlemen, I think there is only one reasonable cause of action" Governor-General Fry said. He reached over to his desk, and pressed a button.

A minute later, two smartly dressed Imperial Guardsmen entered the room, one carrying a crate of Elephant Lager, the other carrying an enormous bucket of Popcorn.

"Get comfy and enjoy the show, Gentlemen. Cheers!" Governor General Fry cracked open a beer and took a long, cool drink from the bottle.