NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I apologise for the sheer length and near amateurness of this RP, but please bear with it. This is my second RP and my first started by myself.

17th February 2002

The Queen And Arms, Hage, 2.03am

Nicholas Turquoise stumbled up onto the sticky table cheered on by 10 or so members of the Communist Shield of the Andrehervian Prolaterate, of which Nicholas was its founder. Fuelled with confidence and two dozen pints of Best Bitter, he spoke "Comrades! Jim Southern, our so-called kind and honest president, is nothing more but a fraud and a liar! After Smithson, we were promised rights and better living conditions and more fairer policies, but all those promises have come to nought! We still cannot vote for our leaders, we’re still living in houses that are built on mud and we are still living under a policy that favours the rich!" Amid more shouts of support, he continued. "Brothers, I promise you more support and when we have the manpower we will storm the government and we will form a fairer, equal, safer society based on the words of Marx and Engels!"

The roar produced by the small crowd was deafening and Nicholas descended from the table saturated in the yells of his supporters and his own determination.

However, it wasn’t just the CSAP interested in Turquoise’s activities.

18th February 2002

The President’s Office, Andre City, 11.57am

The AISA (Andrehervian Intelligence and Surveillance Agency) Chief Adam Moranis made his way down the white-coloured high-security corridor of the Presidential Building to the large double doors of the President’s Office and rapped on the door, in his left hand a single page report on the activities of the CSAP over the last few months.

"Enter." Said the president, Jim Southern, signing a defence budget increase agreement. Adam walked in and said, "Excuse me, Sir, but there is a rising threat appearing that needs your attention." Moranis handed Southern the report. "We first heard of the CSAP through a flyer we picked up on a raid of an underground hacking group 4 months ago. We assigned an agent to infiltrate the organisation and report his findings. They’ve basically been benign until last night when they actually made a public statement about their actions.

"Public statement?" asked the president. "Well, not really. It was in the middle of the night in a dingy pub to about 16 people, but still..."

Southern looked over the report sternly and said, "Continue your investigations. If anything really serious come up, notify me immediately and I mean immediately." "Yes, Sir." Moranis nodded and left the room.

20th July 2003

Abandoned warehouse, 10.53pm, Gongshang

"Yep, I have everything you listed. Tanks, helicopters, anti-aircraft and anti-tank weapons, guns, all top quality Soviet gear." The shadowy arms dealer and Nicholas Turquoise strolled down one of the many aisles in the building. "So just how did a lowly gunrunner like yourself get all this, Callum?" said Nicholas, smiling. The dealer laughed and said "I have my connections." They both laughed for a few seconds.

"I presume you know how to get all this to the other side of the country?" asked Nicholas "Yep, we’re going to fly half of it intact and another half of it in parts you can reassemble, avoiding flying over major cities and towns. "Good," said Nicholas. "I expect to see all of this in Hage this time next month." Callum stopped in surprise but continued walking. "Yes, that will be possible."

"Also, just what will I get out of this? I’m risking a lot for this." asked Callum. "Showering love from the populous," replied Turquoise "Oh, and £7,000,000. Just enough for you to retire." "Please," said Callum, increasingly concerned. "I get just as much shipping M16’s to the other side of the world." Nicholas stopped and pondered. "Alright. I’ve give you a position of power, say, state security director? I hear that gets a lot of perks. And besides, it makes it easier to cover up an old friend’s activities. Callum didn’t even hesitate his answer. "So, I take it your Marxist democratic utopia is a front?" enquiried Callum jokingly "Let me tell you this: no ever got into the history books by being nice to the people." Both men laughed into the distance.

10th August 2004

Abandoned warehouse, 7.01pm

30,000 people had crammed into the dilapidated warehouse. Since July 2003, the CSAP had managed to recruit thousands into their organisation, pinpointing the young or those disillusioned with or angry at Southern’s government. By November, 800,000 people had joined from every part of the country. All of its recruitment and business was done in secret and its digital transmissions were encrypted so the agents assigned to tracking CSAP found their job almost impossible. What’s more, those not in the inner circle who released information to other members disappeared, Turquoise saying that it was done to ensure the continuity of the group.

Nicholas climbed up onto the podium and stepped up to the microphone. "Comrades of the CSAP! Today we embark on our journey! For the last eleven months you have all gone through weapons training and now, it will all come to the forefront. We will storm the Hage Parliamentary Building and bring about a new Communist state, which will expand in power and increase our sphere of influence! With every day that will go past, we will gain more support until we outnumber Southern’s pathetic army 10 to 1! We cannot only smell the new future, but we can taste it and now soon we will be part of it!

You’ve all been informed of your roles. You have one hour to get ready. The strike will be so quick, effective and merciless by the time those corrupt officials know what’s going on they’ll be in body bags!"

Nicholas stepped down the podium under gigantic cries of support, just like his own humble beginnings just two years before.

10th August 2004

The President’s Office, Andre City, 7.50pm

Moranis burst into Southern’s office. "Sir! Sir!" "What, what is it man?" asked the president, agitated at Moranis’ outburst. "We’ve just received an encrypted message from the agent inside the CSAP. He say’s that they’re about to stage a massive attack on Hage’s Parliamentary Building at 8pm tonight." said Moranis. "How many troops do we have inside Hage?" enquired Southern. "About 2,500 men, 35 attack helicopters, 40 transport choppers, 15 tanks and three dozen armoured personnel carriers."

Southern paused and tried to devise a decent defence strategy. "Order the troops to block all ways to the Parliamentary Building and set up a patrol of the skies of Hage with the attack helicopter." "Are you sure that will work?" asked Moranis. "No, but it’ll have to do until we get the generals in." "Moranis nodded and turned to leave before Southern interrupted. "In the meantime, I’m going to set up the Disaster Liaison Committee. This is an emergency of the highest order. No more working at the desk you for some time."

10th August 2004

Hage Parliamentary Building, Hage, 9.45pm

Nicholas Turquoise walked out onto the balcony looking over thousands of supporters, all of them holding firearms, some with wounds and all of them cheering and screaming Nicholas’s name in adoration. He smiled and waved at the crowd and the shouts increased in volume.

He returned back inside where he was applauded by the cheering crowd who would soon be the new government. In the back, secluded from the rest of them, was Callum Fisher, the shadowy arms dealer who Nicholas had last seen 13 months ago and kept regular contact with. Nicholas glanced at him briefly and turned to one of his cabinet members.

"Give me an update on current military presence in this city." ordered Turquoise. "We managed to seize the attack helicopters and the tanks were easily put down. The stationed troops here either fought to the death or surrendered and given the choice to join us or die." "How many soldiers chose to join us?" asked Turquoise "825 troops. Approximately."

"What about elsewhere?" asked Turquoise. "I presume that the governemnt are building up a troop presence around the city eho will enter when everything's ready. We're setting up anti-air, anti-armour and anti-infantry positions right now. Same as with every other town and city."

"OK," said Turquoise "I want you to release a communique to the world: we need help, either economically or militarily, say through bombing runs or arms shipment and say we need it urgently."

"Yes sir."

10th August 2004

Disaster Liaison Committee room, Presidential Building, 11.45pm

"Situation is that Hage has been seized by Communist rebels and several other cities, all of which appear to be in the Korean peninsula." said General Smith, Chief of Staff of the ARMFORAH. "What about the Russian sectors of the country?" asked Southern. "Reports say that there has been no activity from that region." Southern sighed. " Can we form an effective counter attack on the seized cities?" he asked. "We can try," said the General "But our forces are spread quite thin at the moment. More cities are being seized by rebels and these are very determined, organised people here. I'm not sure i we'll have the manpower ready in time to form an effective assault."

Southern leaned to the Deputy President who was sitting next to him and whispered. "Listen. I want you to get mine, yours and the cabinets families to safety and I want you to contact the international community with this: we need help. Our armed forces are stretched to its limits and supply routes are being overrun with rebels. Unless we get overseas help, we'll be overrun and a repeat of the Smithson era is sure to come."

The Deputy President solemnly nodded and left the room to the Communications area.

OOC: Again, as I've said this my first 'real' RP. I know I'm an 11 month old country and I've gained a lot of posts, but most of them are just acquiring military hardware and I'd like it if a few nations would take part and help either side and improve my RPing skills.

The Democratic Republic of Dhabi will send 300 troops for support of the current government. We will help anyway we can but if we lost to many men or it beacomes hopless we will pull out.

President Davis

Seryown fully supports the communist rebels and is thinking of sending troops to their aid.

To the Government of Andrehervia

The Government of Foolish Pesants has been alerted to your plight and would like to lend its assistance to your nation. As such we ask that you allow us access to your nation as well as permission to fire upon the people of your nation. A formality you may think, but it will negate problems in the future.

If this offer is accepted, please send your latest intel to us so that we may begin to plan an effective counter-assault.

High Commander Reilock Coratha

President Southern sat down at his computer and prepared to send responses to those who had supported him.

Dhabi: Thank you for your offer of 300 troops. If possible, we would like to station them outside Hage for the massive counter attack that is sure to follow.

Foolish Pesants: My deepest thanks for your allegiance to our cause. We would be glad to give you access to our country via the Maximililian AFB, 5 miles from the capital, Andre City. Our latest intelligence tells us that Hage, Sovia, Forgreaves, Svalbard and York Town have been seized, with reports of fighting in Holley, Neveda, Gongshang and Curtis Island.

Meanwhile, in Hage, Nicholas snatched the fax from the young communications officer. He read it and wrote down a response: "Thank you, glorious Seryown, for your support for the CPSA. If you would like to send arms and troops to aid us, you can so through the Hage International Airport, where they will be met be a delegate of mine. Thank you very much."

A map of the peninsula will come soon.

Roach-Busters would like to know how we may be of assistance to your government in its time of need.

I am willing to squash the rebellion by myself without you risking your soldiers, but for a price of 1 billion USD, if you can provide that then i'll provide Troops and hunt each and every rebel down with the full resorces of the TSD.

and trust me, the reason we have had no rebellions in Trasa is beacuse our forces root them out before they go public, we are very effective in finding rebels and terminating them.

Just give me a Telegram or reply here.

The President and Dhabi Department of National Security and Defense Sectary Clinton of The Democratic Republic of Dhabi cancels the first order of troops and sends 600 for support beacuse they think this will be a quick battle but they keep a strong stance on the situation if to many men are lost they will pull out and return to Dhabi.
President Davis

Foolish Pesants: My country ask that we use your counrty as a staging area and place to fall back after the battle. We will pay for any thing that we use if we have to thank you.
Defense Sectary Clinton

Despite that your government is rather restricting on both civil and political liberties, Grenval supports the sovereignty of the state, and will therefore aid the state monetarially, but not with direct manpower. Grenval will, however, mediate talks.

To: Andrehervia
From: Grenval
Grenval wires three billion guynms to support your efforts at quelling the rebels. We will also gladly mediate peacetalks. Thank you.

President Southern again prepared responses.

Dhabi: Thank you for your continuing support for us.

Soviet Trasa: We can gladly pay you the 1 billion USD and request that you strike the towns of Sovia and Svalbard. Money will be wired upon confirmation.

Roach-Busters: We are in need of military assistant at the moment. Troops and equipment can be flown in via the Maximillian AFB. Reply back if you are further interested.

Granval: Thank you for your dedication at ending this diplomatically, rather than through force. We shall attempt to contact the rebels tomorrow with news of this, though this may take some time.

OOC: I'm going to bed in a minute, so before I go I'll post the peninsula map: http://img51.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img51&image=korean_peninsula.gif

"Sir, we have received confirmation to move on Andrehervia"

"Excellent! I take it the rest of the council are assembled?", glancing up at the aide. "I'll take that look as a yes."

In one quick motion, the High Commander of Foolish Peanst rose from his desk, pausing to retrieve his rifle from under the desk. The walk to the War Room was a short one, in fact it was next door, with an ajoining door.

The War Room was your average, generic War planning room. A large rectangular table took up the centre on a raised dias, whilst computers and pannels with flashing lights lined the edge. The entire High Council was here;

Ersand Catros - Head of “Magic” Research,
Oldar Ventros - Master of Logistics,
Conrad Reinhart - “Trade Assosiate”,
Gadrin Gethl - Arms Contractor
Trevor Walhalen - Head of Internal Security.

"Ok, we all know whats going on, so lets plan" Reilock stated as he took his seat. "First we have the request from Dhabi, I see no problems with this. We will have to close off one of our commercial airports, but it won't make too big an impact. So, on to the Real plan. Ideas."

"Lets use the Supergun! We could put an end to this thing in less than a week!" exclaimed Conrad.

"No way, that would level their nation as well as any rebels. Not really the best idea, though I can appreciate the trouble you went through to get hold of the technology. Anything else?"

"How about" mused Ersand, "Grav-Dropping? We could deploy directly to their main stronghold. Since it WAS a Government area, we could have all the door codes and floor plans. It would seriously undermine their position."

"Indeed, that would give us time to set up supply routes, as well as let Andrehervian forces get used to our uniforms, to cut down on possible frindly fire accidents" chimed Oldar.

"Then its settled. Send the proper replies to those involved, as well as a request for floor and city plans for the main Rebel stronghold. Ersand, your unit will be the first drop, on the chance that they've changed codes. I hope your "Magic" is up to the challenge."

"Lets go to War!" he said grinning.

"Sir!" The young officer called after the President. "We received this from Foolish Pesants a few hours ago." Jim Southern looked down at the sheet of paper. A wide grin appeared on his face and he turned to face the officer.

"Go to the Chief of Staff of ARMFORAH. Tell him to prepare our soldiers for the push on Hage. Also, tell him to meet with the first troops to arrive at Maximillian AFB and tell them where to go."

The officer nodded and left the room whilst Southern sat down at his desk. He picked up the phone and called for his cabinet and generals and started to plan the offensive that'll bring Andrehervia back to one leadership.

OOC: I'll continue this later when I TG Foolish Pesants about the attack plans.

The Alexzandrians would like to offer you the full support of our Air Force. They will remain under our control, but all we need are target areas for us to launch to. We will do the rest.

-Alexzandrian Military
Commanding General Mayhem

The plane flew high above the clouds towards its final destination, Andrehervia. Now, Foolish Pesants doesn't have any ligitimate millitary planes, this in some way, might explain the words "Crazy Hal's Air Rentals" on the side. Still, it was doing an excellent job of carrying the supplies for the upcoming millitary action, it wasn't much, but it was enough.

The pilot gave the instruments a breif glance to make sure they were still on track, quckly toggling the Auto-Pilot switch as he did so. Time to check the cargo, he thought to himself. The hold was filled with giant metallic crates which are a stable export of Foolish Pesants. After rendering the crates the service of supplying a swift kick to various places, it was deemed that everything was in order. With everything in good order the Trooper returned to the cockpit and proceded to take a nap.

He was awoken by the sounds of Andrehervian Air Traffic Control. In his opinion, it was far better than getting woken up by the sound of SAM missles.

"Oh, um....yeah.....right. This is the Foolish Pesants supply transport, en route to Maximillian Air force Base. I am currently transporting a cargo of spare ammunition, rations, tool kits, vehicle parts and water distilation devices. Requesting permission to land." He waited for the response from Air Traffic Control, instead there was a loud skreetching sound. "The damn thing must be on the blink again" he said to himself as he hit the Mic into the main radio. "Come in, yeah? Aww nuts, the radio's broke again, so I can't here incoming transmissions. I'll circle for half an hour then come in on your main runway." He sighed, no doubt this was a fix to screw them out of their deposit, but they'll get theirs. The Millitary would see to it.

11th August 2004

Site 73, 2.7 miles outside Hage, 2.03am

Commander James Browning sat atop his M42 MBT, looking out over the horizon towards Hage, the city aloud with gunfire, screaming and explosions. Browning took a long drag from his cigarette and pulled a piece of paper out from his pocket with his orders. They were the first to arrive at the site, with helicopters still ferrying in troops and equipment and heavy armour being put into position. Previously, the mission was to storm the city and put down the fighters, dividing them into the 4 quarters of the city to block their supply routes and access for reinforcements. The smaller fighting forces would also be easier for ground troops to take down. Now, the mission had changed.

Driver Anthony Khan clambered out of the turret and sat down on the tank near Browning. "I hear our mission plans have changed. What's going on?" he asked. "Foolish Pesants are grav-dropping troops down onto the Parliamentary Building to take it back from Turquoise. In the mean time, we storm the city on the East side, the area most furthest away from the building to draw away attention from the assault. I hear we have support of the Alexzandrian Military, but I don't think the higher ups have responded yet."

Browning turned towards Khan. "Whan the assault begins, we'll get radio confirmation. After that we'll wait till the gunships turn up and we can strike." "How long before the assault, do you think?" asked the driver. "No idea. I heard that there's still some wrangling going on between Foolish Pesants and Southern, though they've still get to respond to the AM."

Khan nodded and climbed back into the turret, while Browning turned back towards the city, anxiously.

Disaster Liaison Committee room, Presidential Building, 2.06am

A Communications officer walked in and handed Southern the communique from Alexzandrian Military. He glanced over it and opened the email on his computer.

"Thank you for your support in our hour of need, Alexzandrian Military. We are grateful of this much-needed help and when the time comes we will contact you and give you targets of places to assault. You are free to set up aircraft carriers in our waters in the north of the peninsula if you so wish."

If worst comes to worst and your government falls all of your leaders can have full asylum in New Zambuda. In the mean time we will send a detachment of are Spec Ops Unit to teach those rebels a lesson.

Your friend,
Sheik Mon
Prime Minister

11th August 2004

Disaster Liaison Committee room, Presidential Building, 5.37am

"Dammit!" Southern yelled, frustrated. "When did we last get into contact with Foolish Pesants?" His minister of defence fumbled around on the computer before saying "About 3 hours ago, Jim. And there's been no responce since." Southern grumbled angrily. "We can't wait any longer. Send in the order to strike. How much equipment have we got there?" "About 6,600 troops, 300 M42's, 259 DA-237's, 432 AH-45H's, 515 AH-27T's and 210 AS90's. Enough for an effective assault as least." "Send in the army. Tell them to mobilise immediately." Southern ordered.

Site 73, 2.7 miles outside Hage, 5.38am

Daylight had broken over Hage. Whatever cover the troops had were broken, as Communist rebels, who here were given the most basic equipment - telescopes and binoculars - and no radar, had spotted them and were hastily preparing a defence.

"Shouldn't they have started firing at us by now? Asked gunner Jim Davis. "Nah," replied Commander Browning, confidentely. "Their guns can't even reach us. They fire and they wouldn't get further than halfway." Davis sighed and Browning was about to take another cigarette out of its packet when the radio fizzled. "This is mission commander Michael Fitzgerald. We can't wait for Foolish Pesants any longer. All men take their positions immedately. Tanks are to move only after air support has reached and is escorting them."

Browning sighed and put the cigarette back while Davis stretched up and climbed into the tank. The rebels were clearly worried about the large amount of movement, something that had not happened since daybreak an hour ago and commanders on the other side had begun shouting orders and reorganising troops. The battle was beginning.

"Artillery will begin shelling as many anti-air and anti-armour guns as they can in 1 minute. After this, gunships and tanks 1 - 35 will move in and take out any more armour that remains. Troops in APC's will then clean out whatever's left and secure the area." The radio said. "50 seconds." said Fitzgerald, counting down to assault. "Sir, what will be up against?" asked Khan, anxiously. "Probably some T-72's and T-64's. Might even be some T-55's," replied Browning "But I doubt they'll have anything stronger. I'm just guessing, mind." 50 seconds dragged on and the tank's crew was in complete silence.

"Fire." Ordered the radio. A faint series of whoomph's could be heard behind them, followed by a great amount of explosions in front. This happened again. And a second time. And a third. This continued before the shelling stopper, replaced with the sound of rotor blades. "Tanks, start engines." Fitzgerald ordered. "Here we go," said Browning. "Good luck everyone." Browning closed the turret hatch and Khan turned on the engine.

After five minutes, the radio sputtered "Tanks 1 - 35, proceed forward."

OOC: More help, preferably in the form of ground troops, would be much appreciated.

Igor Grant woke to violent shaking and the nervous, hostile voice of a worried comrade. "Shit, Igor, wake up already!" Igor hesitated, then rose slowly from the bed in his barracks. "What? What is it?" he asked "You've got to see it." urged the other soldier, pulling him out of bed and out of the barracks. Soldiers was panicking all around and Colonels were yelling orders to the grunts who were falling over themselves trying to get to some cover. He handed a pair of binoculars to Igor and said "Look over there," pointing to the horizon. Igor began speaking while lifting up the binoculars. "What, there's nothing the--oh, crap. Oh, Jesus." said Igor, his calm voice changing into one of shock. He immediately dropped his binoculars and picked up his AK47. He didn't even bother to change into his uniform. He ran quickly out of the barracks and into his assigned bunker. He entered and saluted to the bunker's commander, a Coloner Tiernan. "Jesus, Grant, you're in shape to fight like that." He looked over out of the bunker's slits and turned back. "Either way, it doesn't matter we're going to need you."

He ran to the bunker's slit and got into position, his rifle aimed out into the horizon. "What happened? How did they all get here?" asked a panicking Igor. "Patrolling troops decided to look out into the horizon at daybreak to see if there are any other changes. They reported to us with this." replied Tiernan.

"Oh, Jesus." muttered a soldier, looking out with binoculars. "The soldiers - sir, they're moving into tanks or helicopters or APC's or artillery or whatever. I think they're about to strike." Silence drenched the bunker. Igor breathed heavily whilst keeping his rifle pointed at the horizon. One minute later, Tiernan calmed down "OK. I don't think anything'll will hap-"

The ground shock as the artillery shells pounded the bunker and the anti-armour gun next to them, along with other installations around them.

Grant picked himself up from the floor and looked around. Many troops were panicking or firing randomly out of the slits. Fearing that they would be the next target, Grant, without thinking, ran out of the bunker. "IGOR!" Tiernan yelled from inside the bunker. "GET BACK IN HERE YOU SON OF A BI-" The explosion roared towards Grant, throwing him 10 feet into the air before dropping him through a window of the service stop the blockade was near. His rifle still with him, he heaved his bruised, aching body up and flung himself under the counter, waiting for the bout of artillery fire to stop.

IC:

Wentin Kahn, brother to the Head of State, had his own problems. Labeled as in connection with the drug barons by the now near dead Chilan Kahn regime, decided to take contil over this situation regarding Andrehervia.

Semi-Secret IC (Aka, would require a good Int Op division to find this):

*writing down in a simple bag, he thought of his message... and how to keep it as secret as possible. Thinking for a moment, he decided to relay this through his Drug Baron friend...*

Dear Communist Rebels of Andrehervia:

As brother and former head of security in the curropt regime of my brother, Chilan, I have decided to send you a huey outfitted with a browning 30 caliber, fully loaded with AK-M's, and a good amount of Jux X Gold Dollars. Even though they are not world currency, the gold in them alone should be recognizeable by any government as worthy. What do I want in return? I want your support. If you loose, I, and a handful of pro drug will give you asylum here... IF and only IF you help me with a personal vendetta against my brother in aiding me with a hostile revolition. He is already in the hospital bed due to 2 shots to the chest... but I doubt he will be there long. Damnable kevlar... If you win, which I hope you do, I would like for you to help me install a TRUE anti-business socialist society in our nation, except instead of a revolution, you could disguise it as a full blown war.

With hopes of a brighter, more social future,
Wentin Kahn
Future Head of State

Hage Parliamentary Building, 5.41am

Nicholas Turquoise sat in his new office, looking over battle statistics and troop placements. Attack on the positions in the East of the city had not been reported yet and the leadership were blissfully unaware of the attack going on.

A rebel, dressed in battle gear with a AK74 slung over his back, entered his office with the door already openes, saluted and gave a piece of paper. "Sir, we received this from a courier just now. He walked in, gave me this paper, told me to you and left." Turquoise excused him and the fighter left the room. He read the writing on the paper.

As brother and former head of security in the curropt regime of my brother, Chilan, I have decided to send you a huey outfitted with a browning 30 caliber, fully loaded with AK-M's, and a good amount of Jux X Gold Dollars. Even though they are not world currency, the gold in them alone should be recognizeable by any government as worthy. What do I want in return? I want your support. If you loose, I, and a handful of pro drug will give you asylum here... IF and only IF you help me with a personal vendetta against my brother in aiding me with a hostile revolition. He is already in the hospital bed due to 2 shots to the chest... but I doubt he will be there long. Damnable kevlar... If you win, which I hope you do, I would like for you to help me install a TRUE anti-business socialist society in our nation, except instead of a revolution, you could disguise it as a full blown war.

This was too good to be true. Nearly trillions in hard currency and a fully armed helicopter? He'd got air support, more guns and more money to aid his cause, and in return he could spread his own sphere of influence. He immediately pulled out a sheet of paper and scribbled down:

Dear Wentin Kahn,

Thank you for your support for our cause. The gift of money, weapons and air support is mush needed and I promise that after our eventual success, we shall help you with your own revolution against tyranny. We shall discuss this matter in greater detail later.

Yours sincerely,
Nicholas Turqouise

He signed the short letter and left, looking for a courier to deliver the message.

IC:

*having gotten the go ahead of Wentin Kahn, the chopper pilot, and a handful of pro-Wentin rebels rushed into one of the storage depots on the secondary island of the nation. They easily took out two of the guards, and silenced the other two from a good crack over the head with the butt of their rifles. Realizing this island was not nearly as well guarded as the mainland, they decided to load up even more ak-m's and gold per box then previously thought. Now came the tricky part...*

Rebel #1:
"Alright men... now comes the tricky part. We have to get these supplies, from here, to that jeep... without setting off any alarms, and motor it out of here like a bat out of hell, understood?

*the rest of the men nodded, and reloaded their ak's*

Rebel #1:
"alright..... go!"

*the men rush off, a few of them boxes in hand, tossing them gently onto a padded back seat section, so as to minimize noise. Then they hopped in, some dangling if the sides, or sitting on the crates as they motored off, a handful of AK-M bullets followed them, the light ping of a gun smacking metal came to be the first sounds of a revolution. Loading it up in the chopper for the Andrehervia rebels was the easiest part, as two of the rebels hoped on in, the chopper pilot took off, the rest of the rebels holding off the pro government forces as they slowly pulled back into their compound....*

The Dictatorship of Neo Omegia will offer support to the rebels if they allow us to....test......our prototype Omegian Class Space Destroyers on the Andrehervian capitol.

Commander Ersand stared blankly out of the window of the transport, watching the clouds drop away beneath them. He could hardly believe the speed of these new transports, they’d been airborne for only 10 minutes and already they were nearing the Andrehervian border.

He gazed as one of the other transports came into view, closing formations for the ascent. The black exterior shone in the gold in the dying light of the day as they raced upwards. The effect was helped by the crafts inherent sleekness, it had no guns or extraneous parts. Then again, it had been intended as a submersible transport, only with the advent of thrusters technology had changed its role to a more general setting. That didn’t mean it was safe by any means, considering it was still run on nuclear power, they weren’t the best targets to shoot. At this height that wasn’t going to be much of a problem.

The sky grew dark as they approached their optimal height, roughly 15 miles above ground level. The idea was that even if they did happen to pick up objects falling from this height, they’d ignore them as random debris. Ersand glanced down at the plans in his briefing notes. It was accepted that they’d freeze solid initially, due to Genetic modifications added to avoid frostbite. After 10 miles, the heated suits would kick in, thawing the Troopers, allowing time for target orientation. Grav belts would be deployed around 100ft from target, allowing for a non-lethal landing.

Pale yellow light filled the interior of the craft, almost there he thought, as he checked his equipment. He glanced around, everyone else was doing the same, no-one wanted equipment failure on this trip. Only two Troopers found faulty gear, Trooper Charguel had a missing pin from the firing mechanism on her rifle, which was easily replaced and Trooper Barr had been issued with dud grenades, leaving one squad without a support weapon.

The pale yellow light was replaced with a harsh buzzing siren and flashing red lights. “This is the Pilot; ETA to drop is 2 minutes. Everyone is to move to your designated drop positions and stand ready for insertion.” On this the assembled troops moved silently to the exits. “Spare chutes can be found in the lockers next to said positions in the event of failures. We’ll be dropping first, avoid shooting outside your landing zones.”

Ersand looked over the faces of his squad, finding only impassive determination, True Soldiers of Foolish Pesants. These thoughts were cut short as the warning siren blared as the Transport prepared to depressurize. “OK, people. Time to kick ass!” he shouted above the noise. As if on queue, the doors opened, sucking all the Troopers out into the open sky. Spinning uncontrollably, the last thing he saw were the Transports, floating there, silently discharging their cargo into the night sky.

-bump-

***Coded telegram to Nicholas Turquoise***

I'm speaking on behalf of the government of the People's Republic of Drabikstan. We are prepared to offer your revolutionary forces military aid in order to continue your socialist struggle against the imperialist forces. Military equipment will be smuggled into Andrehervia at your request. We also offer your forces safe haven in Drabikstan should you require it.

Please reply via these coded diplomatic channels.

- Alexi Lukashenko

***end communication***

Payment has been received and we agree to strike the designated cities.

we will Send the 3rd Armor division and the 12th Paratrooper Division to secure Sovia. (over 6,000 troops and over 20 Abrams Tanks)


to Svalbard we will send the 2nd Rifleman Division (They use M41A PulseRifles, don't worry, it's bullets, not energy based) and the 4th Paratrooper Divisions to secure that city.

2 KM south from Sovia, 5 large cargo planes fly overhead, leaping from them are the 12th Paratrooper Division, over 5800 Paratroopers drop from the sky, they float to the ground and regroup, they then make sure that the demolitions equipment was seured in their packs before moving out, they move in groups of 60, slowly making their way towards Sovia.

comming in from the north, just crossing the boarder is the 3rd Armor Division, 20 Abram Tanks move out towards their target, they will arrive intime to assist the Paratroopers take control of the city.

1 KM south of the city, the paratroopers sneak towards the unsuspecting town, then once they where inside the cities bounds they move into several buildings and dig in for the night, they keep watch for enemy troops, they make almost no noises while digging in.


the other city will have to wait fornow, beacuse the planes with the other group of Paratroopers was launching from the Capital city of Trasov in Soviet Trasa

President R.D. Westrick offers use of Kamered's SAF, Special Assasination Forces.

12th August 2004

Site 56, Inside Hage, 4.53pm

Even Browning himself was surprised they'd managed to cover so much ground is such little time. The T-72's, T-80's, Hind-D's, ZSU's and RPG-7's were no match for Andrehervia's superior firepower. The rebels tended to run towards them in human-wave formations in an attempt to overrun and hijack heavy armour, but most of the time this was put down by the DA-237's and M42's. At one point a rebel had managed to climb up a tank and break the turret open, but he was taken care of by a burst of 7.62mm fire, shattering his spine.

They had managed to pin down the most fanatic supporters in the South-East. Most of them who the army had encountered either surrendered wisely or pulled back to the Parliamentary Building, where analysts predicted where they would hold their ground, though it wouldn't be much when Foolish Pesant's forces got there.

Browning's squad were in position, preparing to assault the south-eastern corner and gain half of the city back. The rebels used schools and hospitals to launch assaults and store ammunition, where foot soldiers had to storm and put down the opposition and destroy the arms. This was easily done, as the rebels were mostly unorganised, unmotivated and in some cases unarmed during assaults. They knew that the army wanted this done by midnight. If so, they could gain a crucial foothold on the city that could determine the outcome of this conflict. If not...people daren't think about it.

Disaster Liaison Committee room, 7.03pm

The Andrehervian Government's Home Affairs Minister, Donald Witzenberg, entered Southern's temporary office. The door was open, which was usual during affairs of this time. "Jim, I've got some new intel. Foolish Pesants have grav-dropped their soldiers in and are preparing for an attack, Soviet Trasa have managed to land the first lot of troops outside the cities you requested. Right now they're waiting for other soldiers to fly in and Kamered has offered the use of their Special Assasination Forces."

Southern leaned back in his chair in contemplation. Quickly afterwards he said "Send to Foolish Pesants that they can launch their strike when they like, to Soviet Trasa that they too can strike when theur are ready and to Kamered that we are truly thankful for their support and would like the regional leader of York Town assasinated and, if possible, the York Town Parliamentary Building secured."

Witzenberg noted down what Southern had mentioned, said his goodbyes and left. "Fool," he thought to himself. I really feel sorry for him. If only he knew that half of his military staff and 14 of his cabinet members were a part of this 'opportunist rebellion'. Never mind. Once we get the word, we'll strike so hard and so fast he'll be in a prison cell by the time he gets his wits together. Knowing what Turquoise would do to him...I feel really sorry for him, I really do." He contained his excitement and proceeded to his own temporary office, where he faxed the notes and sat down, staring at his phone.
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Panic had overrun the Hage Parliamentary Building. Windows and doors were boarded up, a perimeter wire set in place and increased armour set in place for what would be a gigantic assault. "Dammit," thought Turqouise. "If I'd just waited a few more months, we wouldn't have lost so much ground already." He cursed at himself and was hurridly preparing defence plans when his Automated Telegram Programme alerted him to a new message

***Coded telegram to Nicholas Turquoise***

I'm speaking on behalf of the government of the People's Republic of Drabikstan. We are prepared to offer your revolutionary forces military aid in order to continue your socialist struggle against the imperialist forces. Military equipment will be smuggled into Andrehervia at your request. We also offer your forces safe haven in Drabikstan should you require it.

Please reply via these coded diplomatic channels.

- Alexi Lukashenko

***end communication***

He typed a reply immediately.

Dear Mr. Lukashenko,

Your telegram could not have come at a more important time. We would be most - nay, incredibly - grateful if more hardware was shipped to us immediately. We are losing more manpower and machinery that we can't keep up-to-date with our statistics. Again, York Town would be perfect where it would be transported to Hage for use against our well-armed and arrogant enemy.

The Communist Shield of the Andrehervian Prolaterate will be ever grateful for your help.

Yours sincerely,
Nicholas Turquoise
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Telegram to Grand Admiral Mosc of the TSD highcommand.

From: Commander Rolzo of the 12th Paratrooper division.

'We are ready."


In the city the Paratroopers then suddenly file out of the buildings, they shoot everything on sight, a large group of 40 Troopers storm a small school and find a large cashe of Weaponry.

20 rebels where in the local curch, 60 men where dispached to dispose of them, as they approched the church they suddenly came underfire, they took cover in a alley, a Trooper get's his LAW Rocket launcher out and he peeks around the corner long enough to fire the rocket at the bell-tower where the sniper was, the tower exploads and debris falls through the church roof, the troopers then storm the church, firing tear gas canisters inside first, with that distraction they rush into the main area where the alter was and they open fire, killing many in the process, within 8 hours over 3/4 of the city was taken using tatics similar to these...


the 3rd Armor division finally get's into weapons range, they open fire with their main cannon on the buildings, destroying houses, another church and a few offices.

Then 3 Tanks roll into the city and use their machine-guns that where built into the tank to pick off Rebels who where foolish enough to go onto the streets.


within 2 days the city was taken, they where just rooting out the remaining resistiance.... it was only a matter of time before the city was under martial law and back in the governments control.

The world blurred as the heated suit kicked in, thawing the frozen Commander. The heat it produced was immense, leaving a trail of steam in his wake. Within moments he had regained full mobility, allowing him to lower the settings to a more comfortable level. Ersand stretched out, bringing his fall under more control, Troopers filled the air all around the descending Commander. They too had all begun to control their decent, reforming into their original squad formations. It was all going to plan, he just hoped that Central was spreading enough disinformation to make them look down, not up.

The city below shone with light; even from here he could make out individual streets and buildings. There at the center of it all was their target, the Andrehervian Government building. The lack of sirens and search lights around the building was a good sign, though given the sporadic gunfire, it was a fair bet that they’d be fortifying their positions. “All Units!” he shouted through the comms. “Alternate entry plan B! I repeat, ENTRY PLAN B!” So much for stealth he thought to himself.

Plan A was to land in and around the building, quietly disposing of exterior sentries. Once the exterior was secured, the building would be rushed and secured relying on greatly on surprise. However, Plan B worked on the assumption that the attack was expected. Units would blast through the roof with explosives and drop directly into the building. All fire restrictions were lifted, on the assumption that only enemy personnel were in the building.

They were getting close now, individual sentries could be made out patrolling the outer grounds. Ersand struggled to bring his rifle clear of his pack, bringing it to bear on one of the random sentries. The Anti-Grav harness began to make vague noises as it came online, preparing to break their fall. As one the Foolish Troopers opened fire. The building below shook as the grenade launchers blasted openings into the roof, the sentries barley had time to look up as they were filled with fire from the incoming troops. Their decent was being slowed rapidly as Grav chutes came online, slowing a fatal landing to merely painful, and it was. As the troopers landed on the roof, grenades were casually dropped on the Soldiers lucky enough to survive the initial blasts. This was quickly followed by Troopers moving in to secure the blast damaged rooms. “All units report” The picture was promising, of the 83 squads that had dropped, 10 were securing the roof, 2 were giving active cover fire into the surrounding area, 18 had penetrated the building and the rest were incoming. He paused as his squad moved into position, then he very carefully kicked in the adjoining door and shot anything not in a Foolish Pesants uniform. This happened to be some kind of animal, not that it was a concern. They had to capitalize on the surprise factor, taking as many rooms as possible before the fighting became protracted. With this in mind, he led his squad quickly into the rest of the building.

Dear Mr. Lukashenko,

Your telegram could not have come at a more important time. We would be most - nay, incredibly - grateful if more hardware was shipped to us immediately. We are losing more manpower and machinery that we can't keep up-to-date with our statistics. Again, York Town would be perfect where it would be transported to Hage for use against our well-armed and arrogant enemy.

The Communist Shield of the Andrehervian Prolaterate will be ever grateful for your help.

Yours sincerely,
Nicholas Turquoise
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***Coded telegram to Nicholas Turquoise***

We have begun shipments of arms into Andrehervia through the border regions. Included is small arms and anti-air missiles. We have also included armour and tank parts for your Soviet-designed weapons platforms.

However, our government cannot provide direct assisstance. We are unprepared to publicly intervene in Andrehervia's affairs due to potential international pressure.

Despite this, your revolutionary movement is welcome to establish training bases in Drabikstan if you wish.

Please reply via these coded diplomatic channels.

- Alexi Lukashenko

***end communication***

In Commander Selvaik's command center in the newly captured city of Sovia, he leans over the master control terminal, he was speaking with the AI, trying to determin the other cities defenders numbers.

Command Selvaik looks carfully at the realistic holographic map of the other city and it's outter limits before him. he leans slightly over with a grin on his face.

"Boral? what are the estimated defenders of Objective Omega?"

The AI processes this for a minute and then the screen lights up.

" About 300 Rebel Soldiers, possibly 30 snipers and scans show 3 Captured Abram tanks in their posession...a quick strike will bring desireable results."

Selvaik looks up from the map to the computer.

"please define desireable"

The computer takes on a evil sounding tone.

"They ALL die painfully...."

Selvaik nods and slightly smiles, this computer was alittle gunho...

"That will do for definition...are the Paratroopers and PulseRifle Soldiers readied for deployment?"

"They have already deployed Commander, new objectives from High command, Capture the Cities TV-Station, then brodcast a message to the cities inhabitants, order them to surrender, if you control the media, you will control the mind, and as for the rebels guarding the city, crush them."

Selvaik nods and he begins to send the orders to the Division captians through the radio.

"Captian Solarn and Captian Qourl, Command has sent new orders, capture the cities TV station, then eliminate the rebel resistiance."

He then signs off and he looks over the map once again, he grins, there was no way the rebels would withstand 2 divisions of troops, he had secretly placed a order for 3 more divisions of Pulse Rifle Troopers to approach from the north and rush the cities defenders in a Blizkreig....

Selvailk was a excellent commander, he knew how to get the job done...

meanwhile under the cover of darkness, over 10,500 Soldiers approach from the North, while the other 2 divisions come in from the east, that was over 17,500 troops, 5 divisions....

To the Grand Communist Rebellion,

We have sent you approxamitley 3.9 Billion Dollars, and are willing to send troops if needed, however, rebellions are for the people, by the people. If this money is not wanted, you may return it. We congratulate you, and hope you join The International after your victory.

Yours Truly,
Grand General Zayku, Head of Marxist Brigade

OOC: Just as a reminder, I haven't given up on this RP. I'm waiting to Foolish Pesants to post first before I can continue.

In any case, BUMP.

OOC: He DID post, on the other page.

The assault had worked well in the initial stages, the shock of the attack minimising resistance. The entire top floor had been taken without loss within a minute, allowing all assaulting troops space enough to enter the building. They’d had a little more trouble with the floor below, the Rebel troops were apparently moving around in the corridors without much idea of what was going on. Without any organised resistance to speak of, it hadn’t been too much trouble to cleanse this floor and secure the stairway. They were currently fighting through the third floor down from the roof; the Rebels were firmly entrenched in the area, with heavy machine guns covering corridors and doorways heavily guarded.

Ersand sighed, his squad had become pinned down in one such area. They were at the wrong end of a corridor with a heavy machine gunner taking cover behind a table at the other. No matter how many times they’d killed the gunner, someone else took their place. They fired sporadically at the areas where they occupied, it was a sound tactic, and odds were that anyone leaning round the corner would have their head perforated by holes. Their launcher had long ago run out of ammo, so the only choice was to wait for a support Trooper from another squad.

As time passed the sound of footsteps could be heard over the gunfire. The assembled troops rose, readying their guns. The Trooper rounded the corner it became apparent she had seen the worst of the fighting. Her uniform was torn in numerous places and she was bleeding from dozens of minor wounds. “Trooper Carlisle, Reporting!” she stated. Ersand motioned towards the corner in the corridor, “Heavy gun position”. Nodding, she moved to the corner and, without looking, shot two grenades down the hall. The resultant explosions rocked the whole building as the emplacement was demolished. “Ok, let’s move!” He shouted over the noise as his squad charged down the hall.

As they checked the area it became apparent they were holding something more important than a mere room, they were holding a stairwell. “With enough ammunition and explosives to hold out till winter by the looks of it, I don’t know where they get it all” remarked Trooper Keets. “Too true, though this looks like it may be important” Ersand replied “Hey! That one’s not dead!” They turned as one, bringing their guns to bear but it was too late. “Glory to the People’s Revolution!” he struggled, almost spitting the words as he pulled the pin on a grenade. Ersand dived for the stairwell, hearing the maniacal laughter as the room behind him exploded.

As the dust settled he looked around, the whole stairwell had collapsed in on itself leaving nothing but a wall of rubble. There was no sign of his squad and the fall had destroyed his headset, leaving no way of communicating with his troops. As he rose it, he noted that his left arm was crushed leaving it totally inert and useless. Damn, that sucks. Gonna have to watch myself he thought idly to himself. He began moving down the lush corridors, ducking from cover to cover to evade whatever patrols were moving around. Fortunately there wasn’t many, allowing him to scout out the area more thoroughly. Most of the rooms were occupied with random militaristic equipment or troops. One room caught his eye, it screamed “Head Office” Why not? he thought. Ersand crept into the office, keeping low checking for enemy troops. Sure enough, there was a desk with miscellaneous secretary items on it, a potted plant in the corner, chairs lining the wall and an adjoining door. He could hear movement as he approached the door. Risking detection, he waited for an explosion, cracked open the door and glanced through. Within was one man, matching the description given at the briefing exactly. Nicholas Turquoise. What a perfect opportunity he thought grinning. He carefully lined himself up, given his state he couldn’t be sure of the kill but it was better than nothing. Lying flat on the floor, he positioned his destroyed arm to work as a rest, with the gun pointing through crack in the door. Now to wait for an explosion, can’t have the troops alerted now can I? Good thing I chose grenade launchers as the support weapon He waited there, as the man inside poured over papers and correspondences, waiting for the perfect moment.

Bang

OOC: Urgh...three days later...

12th August 2004

Hage Parliamentary Building, 7.16pm

Nicholas Turquoise was in a deep state of panic. Overseas forces aiding the Andrehervian government had overrun the top floor and all available support had fled to fight the government forces that, unfortunately, had pinned them into the outskirts, separating them from the Parliamentary Building. The only support available to him were 78 troops who would all become mincemeat once the tanks, artillery and missiles begin to point at them.

Darkness was beginning to fall and Turquoise was standing behind his desk, the sun setting behind him through the large window that overlooked most of the city. His desk was littered with documents: receipts, death tolls, movement of troops and equipment, current financial position and other important paperwork being sorted out into the least important, which were to be burned immediately and the most important, to be destroyed once enemy troop had begun to stick their noses through the door. An explosion shook the entire building and there were screams coming from outside, of orders and damage reports and whatnot. He knew they were getting closer.

His Tokarev TT sticking in his side, he reassured himself that, whatever happened, he had Donald Witzbergen to take the position of him once – if – he had died and the military and government were celebrating their short celebrations. According to his last report, he had managed to ‘re-educate’ half of his cabinet and most of the army commanders, whose continuing loyalty to Southern was merely a smokescreen for who their real loyalties belonged to. He knew Witzbergen would be a worthy successor in the event of his demise.

The churning feeling in his stomach grew stronger. He knew something was going to happen that night. Capture? Execution? Betrayal? All sorts of possible meanings were going through his head, but he cast these away as simple paranoia and want back to the task of sorting out any remaining resista-

Bang

Time slowed down. The crack of the gunshot and the deep, red hole that appeared on his chest was a prelude to the final moments and to a new future.

He collapsed to the floor, still clasping onto several sheets of paper, letting go en route and clutching his bullet wound. He hit the floor and yelled, in the off chance that someone would come and help him, but such attempts failed. No one came. Mustering whatever strength was left in his body, he rolled over to his back and slowly reached for the phone cord in pain and pulled slowly but sharply, making the phone fall down next to Nicholas’ head. He reached for the headset slowly and dialled a number, groaning as he tried to keep his strength up to make the call.

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Donald Witzenberg picked up the phone, anxious and hostile as to whom it could be, whether it be a ploy to distract him while armed troops burst in and captured him or an attempt by another cabinet member to blackmail or threaten him if they found out Witzenberg’s true loyalties. He slowly picked the handset up and put it up to his ear, saying nothing.

“Ugh…agh…L…Lu…Lumber…ugh…” He recognised the voice. It was Nicholas Turquoise. Three gunshots and the line being cut followed this groaning. Witzenberg put the phone back down and straightened up. He knew what he had to do. He immediately replaced the handset, picked it back up and dialled a number. “Hello, is that the Minister for Home Affairs? Witzenberg here. We’ve got the word. Prepare to disembark. Tell others.” He immediately replaced the handset so the Minister would not have enough time to respond and repeated the procedure on the other collaborators…
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Donald Witzenberg sat at the desk in his office, clutching a glass of whisky in one hand and cradling his Colt M1911A1 in the other. Other members of the CSAP might have frowned this upon, but anyone who argued against him about it were shot with it anyway. He took a final gulp of whisky and again checked the magazine in his Colt to make sure he was fully prepared for what he was about to undertake.

The Minister of Defence, Jeremy Franco, knocked at his door. Franco was Witzenberg’s own Second-In-Command and most trusted confidante in the CSAP. Witzenberg stared up at the door, then slowly got up and opened the door. “Are you…are you ready to do this?” whispered the minister. “Of course,” replied Witzenberg, calmly. “What about the others?” he asked. “Yes, they’re all ready too. They know what their roles are and are waiting for you to give them the OK.”

Witzenberg nodded and proceeded down the corridor towards where Jim Southern and his remaining loyal cabinet members and military leaders were convening to decide their future actions on Hage.

Disaster Liaison Committee room, 8.21pm

Jim Southern was speaking confidently with the AISA chief Adam Moranis and the Commander of the AHN General Tosnin concerning his plans for the other cities that had not fallen yet, having heard of Turqouise’s death. Witzenberg, outside, dusted himself off and entered the room, followed by Franco, clutching a duffel bag.

“Ah…Witzenberg, what a pleasant surprise. What do you have to report to us now?” He stopped just before him and pulled out his M1911A1, aiming it at Southern’s head. ”Be quiet.” He ordered. General Tosnin immediately rose out of his chair and reached for his 9mm handgun. However, Franco pulled an FN MINIMI out of the duffel bag and pointed it at Tosnin. “Don’t bother.” He remarked in a threatening manner. “You can all come in now.” He yelled, directing it to the door. In poured several soldiers, the commander of the AHAF, AHGF and ARMFORAHIN, several members of his cabinet including the Minsters for Finance, Trade and Industry, Culture and Health and the director of the AHMCC. All were armed with handguns, assault rifles and light machine guns.

Southern rose out of his chair calmly in spite of the amount of firepower aimed at him. “What is the meaning of this? What are you doing?” He demanded, walking up to Witzenberg. Witzenberg smiled, holstered his gun and walked up to the duffel bag, pulling out an envelope. He walked forward and handed it to Southern. “What is this?” Southern enquired. “It’s a present. Open it.” Witzenberg replied with a cocky tone of voice, also sounding as a firm order. Southern, calmly, turned the envelope over and slowly opened it, pulling out the expensive sheet of paper from the envelope. He placed the envelope on the table and looked at the sheet, the first three words exclaiming “CONFIRMATION OF RESIGNATION”. He looked back at Witzenberg, shocked. “You…you want me to quit my position as Head of State?” he said, aghast. “You catch on quickly, don’t you, Mr. Southern?” he said, pulling a pen out of his breast pocket and giving it to Southern. “Sign.” He said sharply.

Southern looked over every detail of the contract, interrupted by Witzenberg saying “Oh, and we’ve thought of every detail. So don’t try and buy yourself any time, because we aren’t selling any.” Southern sighed and offered the pen to Witzenberg. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this. All that I’ve built-“ His plea was cut off when Witzenberg furiously brought out his Colt and pointed it at Southern’s forehead. “As far as I see it you have two options. One, you refuse to sign the contract, I kill you and your family, I declare myself de facto president. Two, you refuse to sign the contract, we imprison, torture, give you a false trial and execute you and your family, I declare myself de facto president. Three, you sign the contract, you and your family live in unmolested luxury with a comfortable pension off the south coast, I am sworn into power by law. Make your decision accordingly.” He yelled at Southern clearly, as if he had prepared for this for days.

Southern looked down at the floor briefly, took the lid off the pen, laid the document down on the desk and signed. He slid the pen and paper over to Witzenberg who, calmly and coolly, picked up the pen and signed his name next to Southern’s confidently. Southern couldn’t stand to watch this, looking away and mumbling “Bastard” as Witzenberg did so.

“Well then,” declared Witzenberg, boomingly. “All done without a shot fired. Congratulations, Mr. Southern, you really are an excellent statesman.” Witzenberg offered his hand in celebration, but Southern continued to look away at the floor. Witzenberg smirked. “Oh well. Looks like not everything can be done in a gracious manner.” Franco approached Southern and handcuffed him. He grabbed his arm tightly and led him out of the room, followed by Witzenberg. He stopped just before the door and looked over at the remaining two. “I’ll deal with you both later. Think about what you’re going to do for now.” He said, smugly. Tosnin and Moranis looked at each other in fear and disgust.

Ersand watched with satisfaction as the former leader of the Rebellion fell to the floor. Mission accomplished. He struggled to his feet, he doubted that anyone heard the shots, but they'd be coming to check on their leader sooner or later. After a quick look around, he slipped into the main office, closing the door as he went. The office was well decorated, except for the large blood stains behind desk and the blood on the desk, other than that, it was pretty nice. Blood on the desk, blood on the papers! Ersand realised, quickly moving grabbing them and wiping the blood off on his uniform. They might not be able to identify the people mentioned, but that was a job for the Andrehervian forces. Who Turquoise had called was still an issue, it seemed like a very odd move. Picking up the receiver, Ersand pressed the redial key. beep beep beep "Engaged......" he muttered to himself as he replaced the handset. That mystery would have to wait, there were things that needed doing now. Carefully tipping the desk on its side, he pushed it so that it blocked the door into the room. With the room safe from storming, Ersand took a seat in the corner and began to read through the documents that had lain on the desk.

It would be another two hours before the building was cleared. The explosions shook came at regular intervals as the Foolish Troopers inexorably advanced through the corridors. In the interceding time, Ersand had full opportunity to page through the confidential papers of the rebellions leadership. It made for an interesting read, especially given all the outside assistance given to the rebels. No doubt the government would deal with them accordingly. There were a few other more worrying documents that seemed to convey a more official tone; those would need to be identified by the Anderherivian officials when they finished fighting their way through the city.

Suddenly the door burst open, easily knocking the interceding desk aside. Foolish Troopers quickly moved into the room following standard clearing procedure, bringing their guns to bear on Ersand. He glanced up at the Troopers as they checked the room it looked like it was Gregor’s squad, though they seemed to have picked up a few extra along the way.

“About time you got here, where’s Gregor? I need filling in on what’s been going on.” Ersand stated as he rose.

“I am currently in command of this squad, Trooper Sonne, reporting, Sir!” she said, saluting as she did so. “Gregor took a few rounds to the stomach; he’s being treated back on the upper floors.”

“Any word from Keets or the rest of my squad? They were caught in an explosion and I’ve had no word since.” He asked whilst picking up his gun. “Whilst you’re at it, get a full status report. I’ve been out of the loop for a while.”

The picture wasn’t as bad as Ersand had thought it would be, of the 500 troopers that had dropped in, 23 had died. Another 44 were seriously injured putting them out of action, requiring 4 squads to be on medical duty. Keets had lived through the explosion at the cost of his lower body; it was a miracle he had survived at all. All in all, a good days work.

“Sonne, get on to the wire and call in for a pickup, move all the seriously injured out as soon as. The rest of us will hold up until the Anderherivians show up, once were done here I don’t think they’ll need our presence militarily to mop up. Ok, lets get to work.”