NationStates Jolt Archive

As the crowded assembly put in its votes around, there was almost a quite, unnatural stillness in the air as tension built in the stuffy room. Libya had to chose a new Prime Minister as their leader. Three political parties had sprung up in the newly liberated country, the Loyalists, the Liberation, and the Liberal Parties. As the votes were cast, soon the week long assembly came to an end.

A rather striking Arab man came to announce the winner, speaking in Arabic.

"Calm down, friends, for we have chosen a new leader for the Free People of Libya. Let us welcome, your new Prime Minister, from the Liberation Party, Fariyah Al-Aziz!"

The Arabian woman didn't look at all too surprised, she looked rather professional and not in traditional Muslim garb. Under her glasses, her discerning, severe eyes graced the crowd. The outspoken leader of the sometimes radical Liberation party, she was by far one of the more moderate of the Liberation party. As she stepped to the podium, most of the crowd stood up and cheered, but many (especially the white Mississippians) looked stunned and angered. Some stood up and left. Others started hissing and booing at the woman. The woman nodded and raised here hand as if you sedate the crowd's contagious enthusiasm. Jack Roeper, the Loyalist canidate, smiled like a statue, his eyes looking at her neck as if he would strangle her. The Liberal canidate was sick and couldn't make it. The new minister then began to speak.

"Fellow children of Allah, people of the West and the East. Let us all stand for what we believe in. And that, is freedom from oppression and the respect for all life. We have time and time again, under the oppressive and corrupt Fabus regime in the fascist Mississippi [I'm not calling you CM anymore, you don't deserve the title ;)], seen our people treated like filth that should be discarded, we were walked upon, treated as animals. Time and time they would insult us, berate us, and even violent measures were brought upon us. Well, I have one thing to say: The sandn__gers won't take it anymore!"

There was another roar from the crowd, most of it was joy and resolve, but ther was also a lingering spectre of hatred and anger. Fariyah noted this well, her eyes narrowing. On her hard, slightly aged face she let out a smile. It wasn't of cunning, of deceit. No, it was of understanding and joy. Her face softened, and she seemed to relax.

"Now, we have stated that our people have been down trodden. But we will not react in hatred, anger, or malice. We are not going to become as the ones who did such horrible things to us. No, we will prove we are progressiv,e a noble and civilized nation. United, we will stand against tyranny, opression, and intolerance where it stands. This is a moment in the history of our great land. WIth the induction of this democracy, we begin a legacy of freedom and liberty. And we, the Liberators of Libya, will over all obstacles, prevail in our holy mission of peace.

Many of you, be you dark skinned or fair, believed that I would walk up to this stage and preach a jihad of sorts, a war against the white race. No, that is for the petty radicals and outsiders of our noble party. We do not war against any man, be he white, black, yellow, or purple for all we care. No, we will not become as the opressors. We will instead stop those who would cause such a bloody conflict, who would sacrifice innocent lives just to say that one man is superior over the other? This must end.

There are groups within Libya, arab and white, who would do such things. We do not name names, as the threat is nameless. This scourge must be eliminated, to bring peace and stability to our land. We will find you, we will disarm you, and we will open our arms to accept you in our soceity as equals, if you chose to treat others the same. If you do not accept our doctrine, then you will pay the die consequences for your horrible actions against humanity. For that, I have little mercy.

We have secured relations with coutnries that help in the reconstruction of our land. The island nation of Hadula, the Ottoman Khaif, and the DPUO. We are organizing a large force to flush out the threat to Muslim and Caucasian people everywhere. With our combined force and tactis ,there is no use hiding. Come out now, and you will be pardoned, and accepted into soceity. We do not expect all of you to surrender. But it is the best course of action for everyone.

However, despite this temporary alliance we have to restore peace and order to Libya, we will instate a doctrine of international neutrality. We will not become enfolded in wars, unless it affects us or humanity. We only wish to finally live in peace. We are not imperialistic, and seek only prosperity within our region for all people to share. We will not however succumb to foreginor influence, we are an independent state, we make our own rules, and we live by our own ideals. This will not be changed.

We seek to rebuild our economy. We will accept trade with others, but we will not just give handouts of our resources. We seek help with economic freedom and trade. However, we know that the nation of Mississippi would appreciate and pay well to receive access to our oil fields. After your rulership and plundering of Libya's land, we have one thing to say.

Without a chance."

Another ovation came from the crowd. This woman inspired much in her people, and even some progressive whites were beginning to cheer as she spoke. She truly was a great leader, her voice resounded in the hearts of all in the crowd. She didn't neccescarily glow of charisma or glamour, but her art of the word captivated the audience.

"I thank the Libyan people, for electing me their sovereign minsiter and leader. I am thoroughly glad for the position, and promise I will rule wisely and without corruption. Thank, thank you all so very much. I will now be taking questions."

On a rural commercial farm about twenty miles south of Tripoli, a seventeen year old white boy was readying a suicide vest.. He had ten pounds of C4 he'd taken from an old Commonwealth armory as the CM forces pulled out weeks ago. He wasn't going to stand for an arab, especially an arab woman, to rule over him and his people. He was going to smuggle the vest and a pistol into Tripoli and then blow himself up to take her with him.


He had his bible open to 2 Corinthians 6:14, and he read it aloud, although he was the only one in the barn. "Do not try to work together as equals with unbelievers, for it cannot be done. How can right and wrong be partners? How can light and darkness live together? How can Christ and the Devil agree? What does a believer have in common with an unbeliever? How can God's temple come to terms with pagan idols? For we are the Temple of the living God!"



He tucked his .45 caliber 1911-A1 pistol into a holster and pulled his shirt over it. Then he put his jacket on and the holster was very well-concealed.

He had a bowl of water in front of him, he submerged his hands in the bowl and then cupped a large amount of water out. He moved his hands towards his face and his face towards his hands, splashing the water to clean the dirt and sweat away... He was now ready to proceed.


On the main highway towards Tripoli, a red pickup truck was moving a few miles under the speed limit. He took a back road after he got within 5 miles of the capital... From there he would drive into Tripoli, and get to where the arab leader should be for a press conference soon.

OOC: As predicted

"Any questions at all? I am free to answer them, but I must get to Tripoli soon, there is an important matter of business. Let your voice be heard."

OOC: Note, no guns are allowed in the assembly everyone was thoroughly searched.

The young man made his way further down the highway until he saw the signs in arabic and english, "Tripoli 6 miles". He wanted to get there before the speech started, he tapped the gas down and was soon going the exact posted limit.

He was going to get into the city and then use the sewers to get passed the searching points that had been established by the security forces of the leader.

By request of the Libyan Goverment.Ottoman Khaif as order the First Army to Libya.
The First Ottoman Army is under the command of General. Mohammed bin Abdullah
1 million men arm with M-16s and AK-47
80 T-90s
20 G5: 155mm towed gun Howitzer
40-MIG-29 FULCRUM
10 MI-24P (MI-25 AND MI-35) HIND ATTACK/TRANSPORT HELICOPTER

Port Roris, West coast.


A long, slow-moving caterpillar seemed to be crawling along the road, composed of apparently endless green segments, each with a tine antenna of diesel smoke. The line was more than a mile long and consisted of the three hundred tanks, 150 IFVs and other vehicles of the 22nd Tank Division, now being hauled painfully aboard ships in preparation for movement to Libya. The men had only been told of their imminent departure that morning. The Colonal giving the briefing to the senior officers had fumed that "it was typical of the bloody Government to give us two hours' notice." But he had organised, with the other Staff Officers, the myriad tasks needed to keep the division running smoothly, getting on and off the ships.

The ships themselves had their own story to tell. Most were cargo carriers, general-purpose freighters commandeered from the Merchant Fleet for the purpose; after all, what was the need for landing ships? The Libyans had asked them to come, after all, and come in strength, and the Government was happy to oblige, sending in total four divisions, plus supporting units, two regiments of Mi-24VUs and a regiment of Su-39Bs. That required, of course a lot of shipping. And so the crews of the freighters ran too their checks, each man pausing in his duty to run his eye over every piece of machinery, place his hand on the odd junction box, or check the lights he normally glanced at more thoroughly. Failure would not do here.

And away from them, too, the airmen came, from their bases with boxes and hoses, and whine and chatter of rotors, with fuel drums and oil drums and the million and one different accountrements of moving aircraft when not in the air. And the Frogfoots were crewed by yet more men, too, who now gave great care to each thread on each screw, to check it fit true and would not betray him as he sought battle with his enemy.

Finally, there were the greatest of them all, the giant ships of the Navy. The Navy was the pride of the services, and showed it will, with glimmering shining equipment and geniune pride in skills long-honed by practice. And they too were checking and plotting and thinking and pondering, trying to map out their futures without benefit of the required knowledge, for not one man among them would leave anything to luck where the former colony of the evil empire was concerned.

The convoy took no less than ten hours to assemble, and another 3 to move out into the ocean, guarded by the winking lights of aircraft from a carrier and the great lumbering bulks of the Battleships, and begin its' 10-day voyage to the land it was meant to keep free.

Every last white commercial farmer immediately stopped delivering their goods to the markets when they heard communist DPUO and radical islamic OK forces were coming en masse to Libya.

The farmers readied their defenses and began to turn their homesteads into fortified buildings. Readying for a genocide to be attempted against them with outside help from DPUO.

The unofficial religious leader of the whites, a Congregationalist preacher, told them all that, "The end is upon us! Look to your defenses and prepare to meet the enemy attack and die in glorious battle for Christ!"

With the halting of all farm deliveries, the masses of arabs in the cities suddenly were faced with the real and present danger of starvation.

All the white paramilitaries and militants who were willing to fight (About 80,000 males from 15-55) had joined the White Resistance Movement. They were sincerely afraid that the radical muslims were going to perpetrate a genocide against the whites.

Official CM government policy announcement on Libyan racial issues:

"If there is indeed an attempt to perpetrate a genocide against the white populace of Libya, we will intervene without delay. However, if there is not, then we consider this matter a Libyan matter to be resolved by the Libyan government and will not interfere in it. We do however wish both sides in this argument would be open to compromise and reason. We recognize both sides have legitimate concerns and valid issues. But we recognize that both sides must cooperate for the good of Libya." Paul Stahlecker

As soon as it became clear that the whites were out to starve the Arabs, all available food surpluses - fortunately quite a lot - were ordered loaded on freighters and moved to Libya at the fastest speed possible. These ships did not leave in convoys, but ones and twos, giving friendly hoots to the stoically waving people on the wharfs as they pulled away. Libya would not starve. Not yet.

Convoy eta: 6.5 days...

OOC: Just for referance, forces coming:

1 Hunter-class BBCN
1 Soyuz-class BBN
1 Tempest-class BCN
1 Orel-class CVN
1 Kiev-II CVHN
4 Akula-III SSN
7 Sovremennyy-II DDG
7 Udaloy-II DDG
10 Boris Chilikin AOR

3 Motor-Rifle Divisions
1 Tank Division

1 regiment Su-39B
2 regiments Mi-24VU

2 regiments Su-33B and one squadron Su-32FNU from carriers.

The Ottoman Goverment will sent 40 cargo ship fill with Gain,Wheat, and Rice protect by the Seven Fleet Carrier Battlegroup to Libya

the ships in the Seven Fleet Carrier Battlegroup
1 Behemoth Class Nuclear Supercarrier
1 Omega Class Trimeran Battleship
2 Trebuchet Class Tirmeran Shore-Bombardment Cruisers
4 Cassius Class Trimeran Destroyers
4 Dauntless Class Trimeran ASW Frigate
4 Earl Class Trimeran AA Frigate
1 Insidious Class Electronics Warfare Destroyer
5 Legionary Class Minesweepers
2 Gettysburg Class Guided Missile Battleship (BBGN)
4 Valiant Class Battlecruiser (Rail Gun Variant) (BCN)
6 Valiant Class Battlecruiser (ETC Variant) (BCN)
Eta 5.4 days

Government forces in Libya, less than fifty thousand poorly trained and poorly equipped arab national defense soldiers, are reporting that it appears most white men of fighting age are unaccounted for... Not on their farms, not in the communities.


The whites have formed hundreds of small bands of commandos, mostly using horses, pickup trucks, and assorted hummers. They are swift and light forces, using mobility and superior maneuver skills to smash their enemy. They had about 80,000 total guerillas, against 50,000 libyan national defense soldiers. But there were also 300,000 libyan national police and 100,000 libyan city police in the various cities.

The White Resistance Movement issued an ultimatum to the Libyan government, "Stop your plans to commit genocide against the Libyan white peoples or else we will be forced to topple your corrupt government and establish our own republic." (It was common knowledge the whites wanted from Benghazi to Tobruk and the areas around it, as their "White Republic", that was where more than 65% of commerical farms were)

The first blow would fall at Al-Burayqah, as over 5,000 white commandos were readying to seize the city and the smash the government forces there. Al-Burayqah was seen as the strongpoint for radical islam in Libya.

Fifty 81mm mortars had been placed around Al-Burayqah and there were 24 teams armed with MILANs, readying to provide anti-tank support as the cavalry moved swiftly towards the city.

The scouts outside the city reported large movements of possible hostile forces outside the city. There were only 1,000 National Defense Soldiers and 2,000 police in the city. They started to erect barricades and prepared for the assault.

Radical arabs have begun broadcasting on the Libyan radio, using illegal methods to tap into the government channels. Part of one of the broadcasts was, "Kill all the white men! Take their women to serve you! Their children will work in our fields and mines, and the white women will be forced to make restitution for the wrongs done on us by their men! For Allah we fight, for Allah we die! Allah Ackbar! This is Jihad!"


The white men who heard the broadcasts have practically gone insane with rage. The women have gone insane with fear... The children, they are too young to realize what is going on.


The White Resistance Movement has publicly declared by tapping into the radio channels, "This confirms what we always knew, the attacks against our people are imminent! The government is even allowing their channels to be used to preach incitements to murder white men and ravage white women! This will not stand! For Christ and the white race, the purity of white womanhood, we declare a Crusade against the arab heathens!"

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"...we declare crusade against the arab heathens!

It was all that they needed to hear. The Battlegroup was still steaming with the eternally slow-moving convoy, making barely nineteen knots, and had hardly begun to broach the Iberian peninsula yet, but such a threat could not go unheeded. The carrier-based aircraft were not ideal for the job, but they would do. Carrier ground crew began to load munitions onto their charges, and the giant ship turned into the wind.

All too soon, time to go. Test the engines, test the controls. And with the stomach churning like the great turbines below them - squadron take-off.

More than forty Su-33Bs loaded to the gunwales with ground-attack munitions - FAB-500 and KAB-500 bombs, napalm, rockets - left the great ship and set about their orbit. When all 48 were airborne, the next wave, the Su-32FNU long-range tactical bombers, also began to leave their mothership. Behind them came the last of the aircraft, the 12 Su-33Bs carrying extra fuel for their comrades.

In all, sixty aircraft were now heading for attack upon the whites. More would come. The Vishnya-class AGI that had copied the transmission had relayed it to Southern Fleet Command, and Command, in their turn, had ordered the readying of long-range Fleet aviation.

The whites scum who have occupied Libya will not be allowed to pursue terror against the arabs. Surrender, now, or be destroyed. This is your final warning. You have met our aircraft before, at Firebase Fabus. You do not want to meet them again.

Convoy arrival in three days.

Along the border defenses and checkpoints were being thrown up in response to the destabilization of Libya. 5 Divisions have been stationed on The Libyan-Algerian/Tunisian border. If any White insurgents approach the border they will be killed on the spot and any weapons or intel confiscated. Defenses weren't only aimed outward but inward as wll to stop any extremists going in into Libya to fight the Whites. We will only get involved if requested by the Libyan government or if the government fails in its job to keep peace and outside help is neccessary.

Convoy approaching, ETA now 40 hours. Request Libyan Governmnet prepares for unloading.

Ottoman First Army will be on full a readiness for anything.The Fleet was on its way,they kept a eye out.


Convoy arrival in 30 hours.

CM government reiterates his official stance, "It shall be the policy of the fatherland, to regard any attempted genocide against whites in Libya as a crime against Mississippi himself. We will not intervene if this is a mutual civil war between arabs and whites... But if we start seeing atroicities, rapes, murders and such... Well we have the capability to evacuate all those at danger within hours... And if we ever deem that necessary and if they are willing to go, they will be evacuated without interference from any nations. Right now we are requesting to send an unarmed diplomatic team to the leader of the White Resistance Movement so we can attempt to encourage him, as a former citizen of the CM Commonwealth, to follow the wishes of his fatherland and come to peaceful terms with his new government." Paul Stahlecker.

Seven Fleet Carrier Battlegroup as alter course to 091 and move at flank speed to Al-Burayqah.

Task Force H proceed flank speed heading 093.
Engage enemy at will.
Be warned collateral damage probable.

CM Government public announcement to the Libyan whites:


"Greetings Libya, this is Joseph Mladic of White People's News radio in Jackson City Mississippi."

"It has come to the attention of the government of Mississippi that are kith and kin, the whites who stayed behind in our former colony of Libya, are in grave danger and trouble... I would first like to say that you are first in our thoughts and minds, and in our prayers. We are with you all the way, and if indeed there is a genocide plan against you, we will intervene the second it becomes obvious it is about to be carried out. But we must tell you, we want you to make concerted diplomatic and political efforts to see that the hostility and distrust towards you is difused into acceptance. We realize that the race problems of Libya will not be solved overnight. Therefore we are asking that you do the following, we want you to begin delivering food to market. By starving arab women and children, you help nobody except the radical muslims looking for reasons to hate you... As they will gain converts to their movement. We want you to cease all planned attacks against arab targets, but continue to train for defensive maneuvers of your own communities and homes. Attacking preemptively is a good thing, if you are certain beyond a doubt they mean to attack you. But if you are wrong, you've just trigged a massive chain reaction. Therefore we are urging you in the name of peace to not launch any attacks. If there is a fight between arabs and whites, we urge you to observe all international law and limit your targets to armed enemy hostiles. Civilians, so long as they are unarmed, are not targets. As for the matter of the government of Libya attempting to register and license firearms. This is the only time we will ever urge you to disobey their law, for history shows registration is the first step towards confiscation and enslavement or death. We urge you all to maintain your firearms and ammunitions caches and to only use them in the most dire of situations and only for defense. We would like to see a dialogue established between the government of Libya, a diplomatic team from Mississippi, another team from Mississippian Egypt, and a representative of the White Resistance Movement. Pending approvals from Czar Fabus and President Carrion of Mississippian Egypt, and pending approvals from the other parties concerned, Mississippi will send a small team of diplomats to any city that the Libyan government feels appropriate for a conference. God Bless and good night."

As the broadcast was played over Libya, the National Defense Forces in Al-Burayqah, reported that the whites just left their concealed positions around the city and rode off into the interior of Libya (where a large number of farms are)



The White Commercial Farmers Union (one of the few unions allowed under the old colonial law) was meeting to discuss lifting the embargo against the government. Thus far it appeared 8,000 farmers would begin delivering food to the market, that was somewhat above the bare minimum needed to sustain the nation, approximately 6,750 commercial farms had to be in continuous operation to feed the nation. It was still being debated by other farmers what should be done, it seemed they wanted to do what Mississippi was asking, so that if they ever did his help, he'd have no reason to deny them...

We applaud the steps CM has taken to heal old wounds. Well done, indeed.

Convoy arrival in 36 hours. All strike aircraft recalled, pending further orders.

Request again Libyan orders for deployment of personnel.

waiting for Libyan orders for deployment of Troop and crago.

Gnoolocopelep assets in the Central African Republic are on full alert. It is not in our interests for civilized peoples be chased out of this backwater continent. Our attempts to modernize our territories are not aided by rebellions and defeated governments, they lend ideas to the would-be martyrs in our own lands. That said, we offer our support to the remaining whites of Libya. We will pray for your safety and hope that this situation can be worked out without need for bloodshed.

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Seryown will support actions taken by the government of our ally, Communist Mississippi to ensure its own security with regards to the Libyan situation or to maintain the safety of white people in Libya. The House will also support any other nation who wishes to ensure the same measure of safety for themselves and for whites worldwide.

OOC: More when I get back, I think.

I have decided to increase the alert level for Madagascar. All other of my island possesions shall remain average, but for now Madagascar will be at its highest peace time alert state. For now, The 3001st and 3002nd Fighter Wings, and the first Tanker Wing have been ordered into a state of readiness. We offer our support towards the whites of Libya, and pray there is no genocide.

-The God Falltothzu

Secret: 5,000 members of the 10,000 strong Egyptian Special Air Assault Squads, stand ready to drop into Libya if a genocide against whites begins. Along with 17 Federal and 10 Commonwealth Parachute Divisions. In addition there are 11 rapid response air mobile divisions in Egypt as part of the Federal Garrison that can also respond. If a genocide does begin, Commonwealth and Federal forces from Egypt can move via plane and helicopter, over 680,000 elite parachute and helicopter mobile soldiers into Libya in a matter of hours.

Public: "We do not believe that there will be a genocide perpetrated by the government of Libya against the whites... But what we are afraid of is that the government there is too weak and ill-prepared to stop a genocide by arab militia units against the whites... That is our fear." Joseph Mladic.

OoC: Since Libya isn't technically anyone's country, am I aloud to RP as Libyan citizens?

OoC: Since Libya isn't technically anyone's country, am I aloud to RP as Libyan citizens?

Ooc:
No, we've already gotten Hadula doing that...

OoC: Maybe I should specify. I don't mean the actual populous as a whole, I mean am I aloud to control a small group of Libyan citizens? I was thinking something along the lines of former-(Insert whatever passes for Special Forces in Communist Mississippi) members who got left behind when you evacuated White Libya prior to the rejoining of the two.

If so, I plan on contacting Hadula with a nice little scheme to raise the stakes of this RP a tad.

OoC: Maybe I should specify. I don't mean the actual populous as a whole, I mean am I aloud to control a small group of Libyan citizens? I was thinking something along the lines of former-(Insert whatever passes for Special Forces in Communist Mississippi) members who got left behind when you evacuated White Libya prior to the rejoining of the two.

If so, I plan on contacting Hadula with a nice little scheme to raise the stakes of this RP a tad.


Ooc: Well basically the way things are going. Hadula is RPing all of Libya, the government, arabs, etc, except I RP the Libyan whites.

[OOC: My god, I was only gone 6 hours. Give me a bit and I will reply. Some people have lives ;). Of course, I am not included in this "life" thing.]

Ooc: Well basically the way things are going. Hadula is RPing all of Libya, the government, arabs, etc, except I RP the Libyan whites.

OoC: Hmm, damn. I'll think of something, though. I really wish to have some sort of role in this, the post-evacuation Angola thing was pretty fun looking, and this seems to be heading something like that way if the war heats up.

Would you guys object if I said a radical group of my own special forces was in Mississippian Libya prior to the merge with Arab Libya and they wish to carry out their white-supremist acts of terror on the Arab populous now that the two are one, seeing as such things are usually met with arrest and eventual enslavement in my own country?

Our Prayers are with the whites of Libya and our support is with our ally CM, we will hold this strong.

Uber Secret IC To CM and all whom are true allies with him: We hope that it does not come down to an attack, but if it does, I must inquire into the use of possible places to land aircraft for refueling close to Libya. It is a far trip from Madagascar to Libya and might require around 6 refuelings for a round trip to central Libya, and I must see if other solutions to this problem exist.

-The God Falltothzu

Our Prayers are with the whites of Libya and our support is with our ally CM, we will hold this strong.

Uber Secret IC To CM and all whom are true allies with him: We hope that it does not come down to an attack, but if it does, I must inquire into the use of possible places to land aircraft for refueling close to Libya. It is a far trip from Madagascar to Libya and might require around 6 refuelings for a round trip to central Libya, and I must see if other solutions to this problem exist.

-The God Falltothzu


Secret Reply: "We are fairly certain the situation in Libya will be resolved in a manner satisfactory and fair to all concerned."

The minister's face was tight as she frowned. She had not reached Tripoli yet, the jet had a few stops to go. Fariyah looked to her brother, quitely putting her hand on his. His eyes were deep, with rage and anger. However, Fariyah had no emotion, but her hand trembled.

"Calm down. There is a solution. We will act quickly, and with such swiftness that they will succumb to our wrath. But to be wrathful with vengeance is sin, and we will atone for our this, this anger. But it will not be in vain, I will not let it be in vain. For years, I have watched my people, all over this world, suffer from intolerance and hate, hate, such a strong, but violent emotion. Hate is what motivates these evil men. Thus, we must not succumb. We must stand up for our belief, and regret the actions we must take to end this. The blood is on our hands, but the knife is their own."

Fariyah let go of her dear brother's hand and quickly looked out into the dying sun. The sun, such a strange thing. Undying, unloving, uncaring...

The small Turboprop diplomatic private plane was supplied by the Hadula government, and was well made (though the Hadulans bought it from some other provider.) As it landed in the airport, Fariyah's nervousness in the air alleviated as she staggerd a bit out of the plane, almost tripping. She took a breath and pulled back her long black hair, tying it quickly with a band. Despite being in her early-40s, she looked older, almost in her fifties. She put on her bifocals and nodded to her valet as she was escorted to the terminal. With her was a group of strange looking, almost African men. Most likely native Hadulan body guards assigned by the LJFA. She was to make an official statement today regarding the civil war within Libya.

The next morning...

In the very tightly secured building in the rather small Libyan town, there were about 5000 attendees there. No weapons were allowed in the building, a security perimeter had been made, surveillance was tight, and even the manholes surronding the building had been bolted for extra security. Hadulan APCs and Riot Control vehicles patrolled isde by side with a large militia and support troops from the DPUO and Ottoman Khaif.

As the rather crowded stands in the stuffy building were filled, the podium in the center of the room was lit up by a spotlight up in the rafters. An announcement made in Arabic and English was made, introducing the Prime Minister of Libya, Fariyah Al-Aziz.

With a cheering crowd, she walked up to the sage, with the hard, unreadable face she was known for. However, some dissenters threw rocks, rotten vegetables at her. They were being warned by the guards when someone began assaulting the riot officers. However, the small group of mostly white dissenters were quickly subdued and arrested, and were takne out of the building. On the loudspeaker the organizers apologized for the disturbance.

Unfazed and resolved, Fariyah cleared her throat and began to attempt and calm down the crowd. After a reasonable silence had been achieved, she began to speak.

"Not too long ago, I gave a statement that I would bring down the terrorist threats that threatened the liberty and life within our borders. I will nto back down, even as both sides threaten to destroy this tenuous peace.

"There is a solution. We will act quickly, and with such swiftness that they will succumb to our wrath. But to be wrathful with vengeance is sin, and we will atone for our this, this anger. But it will not be in vain, I will not let it be in vain. For years, I have watched my people, all over this world, suffer from intolerance and hate, hate, such a strong, but violent emotion. Hate is what motivates these evil men. Thus, we must not succumb. We must stand up for our belief, and regret the actions we must take to end this. The blood is on our hands, but the knife is their own."

She smiled at her brother.

"We are instating these restrictions on all radical, violent racist groups within Libya.

- Weapons are to be siezed and confiscated from any member or former member of these groups. There will be no exceptions.
- From now on, beign a member of these groups has been declared subversive the the Libyan peace, and being a member is a crime.
- Members or former members of these groups will nto be admitted in Libya through our immigration offices.
- Militias formed without the Libyan government's overseeing will be treated as terrorists and will not be accepted within the armed forces. They will have their weapons removed and be tried as criminals unless we are at war or under a national emergence.
- All homes, buildings, and other forms of property suspected of holding members of these organizations will be taken from their owners by the Libyan government and then thoroughly searched. Only until we are satisfied there are no cells within the property, you will not receive rights to your land. You will still be permitted to live upon it, unless you are found to be terrorists yourselves.
- All members of these terrorist organizations will be treated as foreignors and will be deported, unless they resist and then they will be killed, captured as a POW and then deported, or forcibly exiled. They are enemies of the state, and we are at war.
- Members of these organizations who come foward and surrender will only go through a 2 year period of rehabilitation and will be pardoned of their crimes, but will be treated as foremr members of these organizations, and may not own arms.

This is our final warning to these terrorists."

She left, without another word.

Libya has declared that DPUO, Ottoman, Hadulan, and Greenmanbry forces will be allowed to come into Libya to help in the new operation to flush out the terrorists, and to send food and other essentials as humanitarian aid.

We request permission to send troops to keep the peace in Libya as we are a neighbor. We would also like to send supplies with these troops.

The Ottoman Forces enter into Banghazi docls/

The First Ottoman Army is under the command of General. Mohammed bin Abdullah
1 million men arm with M-16s and AK-47
80 T-90s
20 G5: 155mm towed gun Howitzer
40-MIG-29 FULCRUM
10 MI-24P (MI-25 AND MI-35) HIND ATTACK/TRANSPORT HELICOPTER

The 40 cargo ships fill with Gain,Wheat, and Rice began to unload at Banghazi and sent thought out Libya.

the ships in the Seven Fleet Carrier Battlegroup
1 Behemoth Class Nuclear Supercarrier
1 Omega Class Trimeran Battleship
2 Trebuchet Class Tirmeran Shore-Bombardment Cruisers
4 Cassius Class Trimeran Destroyers
4 Dauntless Class Trimeran ASW Frigate
4 Earl Class Trimeran AA Frigate
1 Insidious Class Electronics Warfare Destroyer
5 Legionary Class Minesweepers
2 Gettysburg Class Guided Missile Battleship (BBGN)
4 Valiant Class Battlecruiser (Rail Gun Variant) (BCN)
6 Valiant Class Battlecruiser (ETC Variant) (BCN)

We request permission to send troops to keep the peace in Libya as we are a neighbor. We would also like to send supplies with these troops.
OOC:what happen to our war in Niger?

Ooc: There are 75,000 members of the White Resistance Movement, basically 90% of men between 15-60. If you seize their houses, you'll be putting their wives and children out onto the street. There isn't a single white in Libya without at least one family member in the WRM.


Ic: "This is Joseph Mladic of the White People's Radio in Jackson City... Due to recent aggressive movements by the Libyan government to crush and wipe out politically extreme whites under the guise of fighting terrorism... We have decided to no longer recognize the arabian government as the legitimate government of Libya. We now recognize the White Knights of Libya as the political government of Libya and the White Resistance Movement as their sanctioned armed forces. It should be noted that there has been no hostile action from Libyan whites against the government or the arabs. So these speeches from the leader there about crushing terror... What is terror? Are ideas you simply disagree with terror? Or is terror actual harmful deeds? We do not believe that people should be persecuted simply for their political beliefs. We will not stand idly by and watch our white kith and kin in Libya be disarmed in preparation for a genocide. If the government of Libya moves ahead attempting to disarm whites, we will place them on our list of rogue states. We believe that to disarm whites, just 1.5% of the Libyan population, in the face of hundreds of thousands of arab radicals, indeed over 16 million arabs total, is a step in preparation for genocide."

Secret IC: CM is readying for "Operation White Exodus", a mass evacuation of white farmers from Libya should a genocide begin. The plan will take place after "Operation Crusader Shield", a plan to drop paratroopers and special operatives onto white farms and into villages where whites are concentrated, to secure the landing sites for the C-130s for the evacuation to take place.

We request permission to send troops to keep the peace in Libya as we are a neighbor. We would also like to send supplies with these troops.
Libya accepts the aid, but asks how many troops and wishes to know more about the Safehaven government.

"Come one! Hold that thing steady! Down, down, down...hold it! OK, down...ok!" cried out a sailor through a radio to his mate operating the large crane carrying pallet packed with wheat. The stuff was valuable, being offloaded in Benghazi by a fast-running commercial freighter. Of course i monetary terms the stuff coming in a loittle way down the dock had far more value - 220 tanks, 350 IFVs, 172 artillery pieces, MRLS, ATGs...all of it pricy military hardware. Then again, nobody would be eating that.

The 17 year old white youth was walking through the filthy, damp, and dark sewers under Tripoli... The storm sewer system was very comprehensive, running throughout the city and into the nearby suburbs. It had been built by the old Colonial government, and then expanded under the Commonwealth status...

The boy checked his map after he turned his flashlight on... He was nearing the exit point. He had his vest with 10lbs of C4 on, and he had a 1911 pistol... He was ready to stop the Arabian leader from attempting to put into action, her plan to disarm the whites.

Ooc: There are 75,000 members of the White Resistance Movement, basically 90% of men between 15-60. If you seize their houses, you'll be putting their wives and children out onto the street. There isn't a single white in Libya without at least one family member in the WRM.


Ic: "This is Joseph Mladic of the White People's Radio in Jackson City... Due to recent aggressive movements by the Libyan government to crush and wipe out politically extreme whites under the guise of fighting terrorism... We have decided to no longer recognize the arabian government as the legitimate government of Libya. We now recognize the White Knights of Libya as the political government of Libya and the White Resistance Movement as their sanctioned armed forces. It should be noted that there has been no hostile action from Libyan whites against the government or the arabs. So these speeches from the leader there about crushing terror... What is terror? Are ideas you simply disagree with terror? Or is terror actual harmful deeds? We do not believe that people should be persecuted simply for their political beliefs. We will not stand idly by and watch our white kith and kin in Libya be disarmed in preparation for a genocide. If the government of Libya moves ahead attempting to disarm whites, we will place them on our list of rogue states. We believe that to disarm whites, just 1.5% of the Libyan population, in the face of hundreds of thousands of arab radicals, indeed over 16 million arabs total, is a step in preparation for genocide."

Secret IC: CM is readying for "Operation White Exodus", a mass evacuation of white farmers from Libya should a genocide begin. The plan will take place after "Operation Crusader Shield", a plan to drop paratroopers and special operatives onto white farms and into villages where whites are concentrated, to secure the landing sites for the C-130s for the evacuation to take place.
Only secons after Mladic finished, the Libyans tapped into White People Radio.

"I would have you know that Arab radicals are just as much under the doctrine as the whites. You will not send one Mississippian into Libya, they are now declared hostile if they enter our borders. This is not your business, we seek to prevent genocide, not cau-"

"We are sorry for the disturbance. The pirating of our air waves has been stopped. This is White Radio, in Jackson City, and at the sound of the tone, it iwll be 10:30 a.m. *beep*"

All AWACS units set up patrol effective immediately eastern border Libya.
Recommend patrol no further than 50 miles from borderline, overlap of 40 miles mandatory.
Maintain CAP also, strength at least 100 aircraft.
Engage aircraft approaching from Egypt after standard warning procedure.

The order was quickly obeyed. The An-71M AWACS of the carriers, ten aircraft, were ordered to select spots in the border area, and having reached there powered up their radars. Escorted by four Su-33Bs each, they were ordered to keep any movement from Egypt observed.

Greenmanbry forces were already on the highest possible level of alert. The seventh and nineteenth armies, already stationed at the Chad/Libya border, began their quest to push through the border and quell all terrorist threats.

High overhead, several C-5 galaxies were seen fast approaching, along with An 225s that dwarfed the C-5s, all carrying much-needed aid to Libya. Greenmanbry has made full committment to quell all the unrest in Libya, and it has been given the go-ahead by the President himself.

In light if Mississippian involvement, Libyan troops nad Hadulan militaries are now moved to guard the Mississippian border. The yask for their benefactors to aid them in protecting their sovereignty.

Libya accepts the aid, but asks how many troops and wishes to know more about the Safehaven government.

We would send 2 divisions now more if needed. Each division has 15,000 combat troops plus 8-9,000 surport, 500 tanks, 500 APC/IFV's. There would also be air surport if ever needed but those will be based in our territory for the most part. We are a constitutional monarchy and were one of the nations preparing to invade CL to free you from CM opression.

At Byrnashty Air Force Base, five E-3 AWACS were lining up for take-off.. They would be followed by another five. 50 MiG-29 fulcrums and 100 F-22 Raptors would be dispatched to secure the Egypt / Libya border.

They are to engage enemy aircraft or insurgents.

The 17 year old white youth was walking through the filthy, damp, and dark sewers under Tripoli... The storm sewer system was very comprehensive, running throughout the city and into the nearby suburbs. It had been built by the old Colonial government, and then expanded under the Commonwealth status...

The boy checked his map after he turned his flashlight on... He was nearing the exit point. He had his vest with 10lbs of C4 on, and he had a 1911 pistol... He was ready to stop the Arabian leader from attempting to put into action, her plan to disarm the whites.
As he neared the location where she was said to be located, he heard a low hiss, almost reptillian as he tread through the waist deep water. Something else was in the sewer...

[OOC: Remember the salty? :D]

Twenty white men in Benghazi were on the roofs of four different buildings, divided into five man teams. There were also two snipers near the docks, each of them had a silenced and flash suppressed M-21 rifle..

The men on the roofs had OICWs and two had MILANS... Two of the men each had an M-249 SAW, and six men had RPG-7s...


They had all been in the old Libyan Special Air Assault Squads... They had stayed behind and joined the White Resistance Movement. When they heard the Marxists from DPUO and Jihadists from Ottoman Khaif were coming to their city, because this was their city, they knew it was just a step away from genocide. The DPUO and OK forces would garrison the cities while the Libyan arab army went around killing whites. If they met resistance, the DPUO forces would crush the whites... These men knew if they didn't stop the DPUO forces, their wives would be raped, their children enslaved, and their farms sacked. This was victory or death.


As the first column of DPUO trucks and IFVs moved out down from the harbor in Benghazi, 2 MILAN ATGM rounds slammed into the first and second IFV in the column... 1/2 dozen RPG rockets slammed into the trucks and then the men with the SAWs began to open a murderous fire, racking the trucks and the vehicles...

The squads began to fall back into the sewers, after firing their weapons for only about ninety seconds... The two snipers stayed behind to cover the withdrawl of their friends.

A DPUO captain attempted to look out from behind a crate to asses the situation, a .308 round hit him between the eyes... The snipers would continue to fire until they were out of ammunition, they would both attempt to use their pistols to commit suicide to avoid capture.


A paper left on the roof from where the first MILAN was fired read, "It is clear you are here to destroy us all. We will not allow you to kill us without a fight. We will fight you to the death to save our women and children. Libya will not be yours until you have paid the price in blood. Victory or death!" signed "Weiße Widerstand bewegung" (White Resistance Movement)

Assign 125th Motor-Rifle SAM units to border guard duty.

All AWACS units set up patrol effective immediately eastern border Libya.
Recommend patrol no further than 50 miles from borderline, overlap of 40 miles mandatory.
Maintain CAP also, strength at least 100 aircraft.
Engage aircraft approaching from Egypt after standard warning procedure.

The order was quickly obeyed. The An-71M AWACS of the carriers, ten aircraft, were ordered to select spots in the border area, and having reached there powered up their radars. Escorted by four Su-33Bs each, they were ordered to keep any movement from Egypt observed.


Egyptian Air force sent up over 2,000 F-16Ds and 300 other aircraft. About 100 of the pilots were arabs, but they distrusted and hated DPUO as much as the whites... A few dozen of them flew within 1/2 mile of the border crossings and then flew in low, and went super-sonic, the sonic boom shattered windows in the Libyan border stations.

100-MIG-29 FULCRUMs look off(60 from my carrier and 40 from my land force) and began the border patrol on ME and Libya border.

OOC: Oh for God's sake, just nuke the racists! It'd be so much simpler. :D

IC: The Federal Soviet Republic is watching the increasing tensions between White Racist Movement (OOC: Yes, I know that isn't quite right) forces and the democratically elected Libyan government with a close eye, as the situation seems to get increasingly closer to a race war with every passing hour.

Egyptian Air force sent up over 2,000 F-16Ds and 300 other aircraft. About 100 of the pilots were arabs, but they distrusted and hated DPUO as much as the whites... A few dozen of them flew within 1/2 mile of the border crossings and then flew in low, and went super-sonic, the sonic boom shattered windows in the Libyan border stations.
This is taken an act of war by Mississippi. This is a breach of the NATO agreement. You will face the consequences.

Mississippi and Egyptian forces have sealed tightly the border of Mississippian Egypt and Libya. They are not letting anybody cross at any point. This is to keep whites who wish to sneak into Libya to cross trouble from being able to do so. Also this will keep radical arabs from moving between Egypt and Libya for whatever reasons they may have.


Over 200,000 national auxiliary police, both arab and white, from all across Mississippian Egypt, are being ordered to vigorously patrol the border.

This is taken an act of war by Mississippi. This is a breach of the NATO agreement. You will face the consequences.

Ooc:
An act of war to fly in my side of the border?

Ic: They were not ordered to do so, it was a few dozen pilots out of 2000, they were doing this on their own initiative. They will be punished (Court martialed) We are sorry they damaged some property on your side by creating a boom on our side. Some of our property was also damaged. The pilots will be forced to pay both governments.

Ooc:
An act of war to fly in my side of the border?

Ic: They were not ordered to do so, it was a few dozen pilots out of 2000, they were doing this on their own initiative. They will be punished (Court martialed)
OOC: Sorry, I misread.

OOC: BAD IDEA.

IC: The attack was fortunately not hugely effective. Two IFVs and four lorries were hardly a huge loss. Nonetheless, it was noted. The enemy had gone into the sewer. That could be countered easily enough. The infantry were trained to operate in all conditions. They began to descend in groups of two and three into the sewer network, and then they placed small packages in the junctions. The packages were no more than three feet high, and rather light, and carried four pipes on the top. The men climbed out.
"What the dang hell?" asked a white soldier as he approached the silent machine. Five seconds later, he knew.

A cloud of white powder leapt from the canister under the blast of high-pressure air and was instantly ignited by a small explosive charge. The white phosphorous and oxygen, combined with the confined space, incinerated anything in its' path.

Meanwhile a heavily-armoured convoy headed for its' deployment, covered over an eight-miles square by Mi-24VU gunships.

The White Commercial Farmers Union in Libya has once again fully stopped delivery of food to the markets for sale to arabs. The main reason being most of the men were in the militias and they have been mobilized, and the women are too busy taking care of the children to tend the farms. Only 3% of the necessary food is reaching the markets. Most of the farmhouses now resemble fortified bunkers... Sand bags and gun pits are dug all around the perimeters of the farms, razor wire fences, anti-grenade mesh over the windows, guard dogs, etc.

Radical groups of arabs have begun launching what the government of Mississippi deems, "Horrible and wretched atrocities", they have begun raiding white farms and murdering the farmers and their families in unspeakable manners. Thus far over 300 farmers and their family members, mostly around Tripoli, have been massacred.

Further support necessary. Recommend movement 120th Helicopter Attack Division.

Confirmed, departure at 19:30. ETA 70 hours.

White farmers are being given one chance to remove all of their weapons and stand down or face the consequences. One. Any resisting will be killed or captured.

The White Commercial Farmers Union in Libya has once again fully stopped delivery of food to the markets for sale to arabs. The main reason being most of the men were in the militias and they have been mobilized, and the women are too busy taking care of the children to tend the farms. Only 3% of the necessary food is reaching the markets. Most of the farmhouses now resemble fortified bunkers... Sand bags and gun pits are dug all around the perimeters of the farms, razor wire fences, anti-grenade mesh over the windows, guard dogs, etc.

Radical groups of arabs have begun launching what the government of Mississippi deems, "Horrible and wretched atrocities", they have begun raiding white farms and murdering the farmers and their families in unspeakable manners. Thus far over 300 farmers and their family members, mostly around Tripoli, have been massacred.
Libyan police forces and militias are working to put down the terrorist threats, but without cooperation from either side, it is not because we support these groups, rather, we lack the force to fight them. However, 1,000 terrorists are reported to be captured. Also, recently rumors of a terrorist leader surrendering is circulating, more information as it comes in.

The 73rd and 27th divisons started crossing the border but along with them came tons of humanitarian supplies. The convoys stretched for miles as they headed to the farming area were it was believed most of the rebels were located. Overhead F-16's, A-10's, Apaches and Comanches went out looking for ambushes and possible threats along the way.

38 miles from the border
Hamid looked once more at the farming compound down below. Him and 9 other members of the Safehavenite quick reaction force had been watching the farm for 2 hours not that they thought it was much of a threat.
"Hey Sadi, you see anything unordinary down there?"
"No, looks like a regular farm operation to me."
"Me either, well lets get this over with.

They had orders to look for arms caches and militiants and so in conjuction with multiple other teams they had started checking farms for them. They had been ordered to do so in the most respectfull way possible and to cause as little disruptance as they could. Hamid and 4 others headed down to the farm while the rest of the team kept concealed and covered them. Hamid walked up to what looked like the main building and asked the first White person he saw to let him in and that he was hunting militiants.

Move 10th, 45th and 12th Spetznaz battalions to Libya, expedite, airborne.

Confirmed, ETA 7 hours.

On a massively large rural commercial farm, fifty miles south of Tripoli, sixteen white men were gathered together, they had the trump card they intended to play to achieve victory for the WRM... They had a tactical nuclear artillery shell that one of them had purchased from a weapons store when the nation was still under the CM Commonwealth... They also had something else of great interest, a G-6 155mm Self-Propelled Artillery, it required a crew of six, and six of the men here were former G-6 crewmen from the old commonwealth army... Their plan was was to ride to within about 22 miles of the city, then comrades in Tobruk that are to take over a radio station will deliver an ultimatum that the government stop supporting the farm attacks (they believe the government is behind this) and order all foreign soldiers out of Libya. If the ultimatum is not accepted and the order for foreign soldiers to leave not given within 30 minutes, they plan to fire the shell at downtown tripoli, destroying everything for about 1/2 mile-1 mile around the point of impact, they will be wiping out the government in one swift blow if necessary.

The men washed their faces after they prayed, and they dressed into their old commonwealth uniforms. They would fight and die wearing their uniforms from the old white arm.

Three hummers moved off, two in front and one in the back, as the G-6 was also driven off towards Tripoli...

"If you see,any whiteman with a gun,shot him! unless he is a ally of ours,but if you shot a ally..the Sultan will have my ass for it!"said General. Mohammed bin Abdullah to his troops in Banghazi.

Encryption: High

From: Military Command
To: Presidential Complex

Situation in Libya deteriorating.. Need massive aid effort..



Admiral Estral, residing in the Presidential Complex ever since the President got sick, immediately ordered all GMB assets to concentrate on the Libyan effort.

Immediately, the GMB Fifth and Ninth fleets were ordered to deploy near the Suez Canal, and the Eleventh fleet, already in the Mediterranean, was ordered to inch closer to Libyan beaches..

The Airforce deployed another 1000 F-15E Strike Eagles, and 200 F/A-18s from bases in Northern Sudan to patrol the Egyptian/Libyan border.

The 73rd and 27th divisons started crossing the border but along with them came tons of humanitarian supplies. The convoys stretched for miles as they headed to the farming area were it was believed most of the rebels were located. Overhead F-16's, A-10's, Apaches and Comanches went out looking for ambushes and possible threats along the way.

38 miles from the border
Hamid looked once more at the farming compound down below. Him and 9 other members of the Safehavenite quick reaction force had been watching the farm for 2 hours not that they thought it was much of a threat.
"Hey Sadi, you see anything unordinary down there?"
"No, looks like a regular farm operation to me."
"Me either, well lets get this over with.

They had orders to look for arms caches and militiants and so in conjuction with multiple other teams they had started checking farms for them. They had been ordered to do so in the most respectfull way possible and to cause as little disruptance as they could. Hamid and 4 others headed down to the farm while the rest of the team kept concealed and covered them. Hamid walked up to what looked like the main building and asked the first White person he saw to let him in and that he was hunting militiants.

The guard dog started barking violently and running around on the edge of the perimeter fence, and that was when it happened... They shot the dog, then all hell broke loose.


The man who was out working on a tractor, was a 19 year old white male, he immediately grabbed an M-14 rifle and started shooting when he saw armed arabs shoot his dog (they are more militants out to kill farmers, in his mind) His father and two other brothers heard the noise and the father, an ex-LSAAS operative fired an OICW out from the garage window, he fired the entire magazine of grenades at the approaching arab team. One of the other brothers fired an SKS and another fired a G-3... They were racking the team with weapons fire, losses were mounting. A lucky shot from the team hit the brother near the tractor in the chest, the other two brothers crawled out and dragged him back into the garage.

They closed the garage door and the women in the house started draping blankets over the windows. The arab team decided they were in an awful mess, they'd lost at least 3 of their men, and the rest were badly beaten up from rolling down the hill in the confusion or wounded from rifle fire. They would need help.


The ex LSAAS operative in the garage pressed a button and on the roof of his house, a siren activated, sounding out throughout the valley, alerting all the nearby white militia they needed help.

The armoured column ground out along the South road from Tripoli, fanning out in a great triple column stretching back endlessly anlong the dusty throughfare. The tank crewmen sat baking in their hatches, the lorry drives just sat and concentrated on driving, peering through the cliud of dust kicked up by the tracks in front of them, while the helicopters, increased to 24 in number, patrolled in a fan-like formation over the column.

"Hey...I see a hummer," muttered the gunner of an Mi-24. "Didn't command get the roads clear?"
"Hmm. I thought so. Odd." The pilot frowned. "Better alert the command tank."
"Alpha One, this is Eagle eye three, unknown vehicle approaching you, speed about thirty. Hummer. Recommend to get him stopped and searched, given what the whites here are like."
"Roger Eagle Eye, thanks for the heads-up."

The Hummer's passengers sat gawping as the low-slung tanks rumbled forward at 30 miles per hour, their squat main guns trained on their target. An Mi-24 hovered overhead and announced through a crackly loudspeaker:
"Stop the vehicle. Put up your hands, leave the vehicle and move away from it immediately. Failure to comply will result in death."

20 MI-24PHIND ATTACK/TRANSPORT HELICOPTER were on the way,there to give air cover to their allies.

The armoured column ground out along the South road from Tripoli, fanning out in a great triple column stretching back endlessly anlong the dusty throughfare. The tank crewmen sat baking in their hatches, the lorry drives just sat and concentrated on driving, peering through the cliud of dust kicked up by the tracks in front of them, while the helicopters, increased to 24 in number, patrolled in a fan-like formation over the column.

"Hey...I see a hummer," muttered the gunner of an Mi-24. "Didn't command get the roads clear?"
"Hmm. I thought so. Odd." The pilot frowned. "Better alert the command tank."
"Alpha One, this is Eagle eye three, unknown vehicle approaching you, speed about thirty. Hummer. Recommend to get him stopped and searched, given what the whites here are like."
"Roger Eagle Eye, thanks for the heads-up."

The Hummer's passengers sat gawping as the low-slung tanks rumbled forward at 30 miles per hour, their squat main guns trained on their target. An Mi-24 hovered overhead and announced through a crackly loudspeaker:
"Stop the vehicle. Put up your hands, leave the vehicle and move away from it immediately. Failure to comply will result in death."


The vehicle came to a sudden halt... The men inside put their hands out the windows. Waiting for the enemy to approach, they slowly opened the doors and were waiting outside... One of them had an RPG-7 under his coat, another had a bomb strapped to his chest under his coat... They were going to go down fighting.

The MI-24PHINDs are coming with range to fire at the rebels.

The other two hummers and the G-6 altered course and moved towards an area near the irrigation canal where an old colonial maintainence post had been, they parked behind it and pulled a tarp over the G-6... It was the important thing, the hummers could be seen, that was okay, they could even be killed, but the G-6 must get through...


The hummers were in the open and knew it was just time until they were seen.

The MI-24PHINDs are coming with range to fire at the rebels.



A nearby militia unit, alerted by radio as to what was going on, was hiding in concealed positions behind trees... There were six of them there, each had an OICW and a stinger... They readied their stinger launchers and as the OK helicopters came by, they sounded out a simultaneous chorus of death. Six missiles screamed towards the helicopters, each one was likely to find its mark.

The militia faded back into the thick woods to simply disappear.

"Thermal confirms, enemy still in target vehicle."
"Fucking..." the pilot switched on his intercom mike and spoke to his gunner. He pulled the Hind into a tight turn, dropped, and trained his 23mm cannon on the Hummer. "Give 'em a volley."

The 23mm let loose a ten-round burst on either side of the vehicle within 1 second, destroying the tyres, wrecking the engine and killing all but one of the men, including the RPG gunner. The Mi-24 trained its' gun on the centre of the little truck and fired off a five-round burst into the front seats. The the remaining thermal signature writhed in agony on the ground, then ceased moving.
"OK, looks like they're dead. Alpha, check with infantry."
"Roger." Ten tankers dismounted and unslung their AK-74SUs, then advanced upon the car. Upon seeing the remaining whites, they emptied a round into each man's head, just to be sure, and then climbed on their charges, fired up their diesels and motored off.

The other two hummers and the G-6 altered course and moved through a dirt road in a heavily forested area (yes under the CM rule, hundreds of millions of trees were planted to help stop soil erosion and such. Also there was the massive irrigation project that made this all possible)

The two hummers and the G-6 came to a stop in a particular area of the forest where the trees above kept all light from shining upon them.
OOC: Wouldn't it take decades for trees to grow large enough to hide them? Replanting mature trees will pretty much kill them.

OOC: ROFLMFAO! A FOREST IN LIBYA! Have you any clue how long a large forest takes to grow? Mother of god, you're an imbecile. You were there for how long again? A century maybe? God damn, as if you didn't godmode enough!

"Thermal confirms, enemy still in target vehicle."
"Fucking..." the pilot switched on his intercom mike and spoke to his gunner. He pulled the Hind into a tight turn, dropped, and trained his 23mm cannon on the Hummer. "Give 'em a volley."

The 23mm let loose a ten-round burst on either side of the vehicle within 1 second, destroying the tyres, wrecking the engine and killing all but one of the men, including the RPG gunner. The Mi-24 trained its' gun on the centre of the little truck and fired off a five-round burst into the front seats. The the remaining thermal signature writhed in agony on the ground, then ceased moving.
"OK, looks like they're dead. Alpha, check with infantry."
"Roger." Ten tankers dismounted and unslung their AK-74SUs, then advanced upon the car. Upon seeing the remaining whites, they emptied a round into each man's head, just to be sure, and then climbed on their charges, fired up their diesels and motored off.


As their helicopter was leaving, a nearby militia unit that had been in the area near the irrigation canal which ran parallel to the road, readying for an assault on the capital, heard the noise from the guns... Two militia men, each with OICWs, and one with a stinger, slowly walked forward, taking position behind somes large rocks near the side of the road... One looked through a set of binoculars and saw the smoking truck, he knew it was a helicopter... The other man could hear it, he readied the stinger, they waited until it was coming by at extremely close range, then they fired the rocket... It sailed through the air, 400 meters towards the helicopter before it slammed into the side and exploded.

OOC: ROFLMFAO! A FOREST IN LIBYA! Have you any clue how long a large forest takes to grow? Mother of god, you're an imbecile. You were there for how long again? A century maybe? God damn, as if you didn't godmode enough!


We were there about 5-10 years.

I have planted trees in my yard, and they've grown 4-10 feet in 1-2 years. In 5-10 years, they'll be 20-30 feet tall.

If you want me to edit it... Well I did RP spending trillions to green up Libya. But I can edit it to something more desert libyan.


Edited: Do you want me to edit the previous post? I suppose a forest in Libya isn't quite realistic, is it...

OoC: Ok, I guess I'll just do this for the sake of such.

Josh Malkins, ex-Industrialite Special Forces corporal, was outraged. He had watched the new Prime Minister's speech on a TV screen in a Tripolian shop, hoping vehemently it was all a joke. How he wished it was a joke. However, it did not seem to be; the prime minister was now on her way back to Tripoli. Thankfully, the rest of Josh's old unit was still in Tripoli with him. Why they were there would be a good question to ask, and the answer would be just as good. For several years now, it has been Industrial Experiment policy to station a small team of undercover military observers in hotspots around the world. When the whole situation with Mississippi's African colonies began to approach a major war, Josh had requested that him and his team be assigned there.

You see, Josh loved the ideals of Communist Mississippi, he shared their disdain for anyone but another white Christian. It was his solid belief, and the solid belief of his team, that the releasing of Libya to the control of the savage Arabs was a great mistake of Mississippi's. They had all resigned their commissions and, instead of leaving with the hordes of other whites that left Libya, they stayed with the intent of returning Libya to its rightful, and white, masters.

But now that had all been upset. Not only was an Arab in charge, but an Arab woman. Such a thing seemed impossible to Josh, even if Industrialite policy was quite allowing for something such as that and even including very harsh punishments for hate speech and crimes. He knew that it was his responsibility to right this grevious wrong.

So now, a day after watching the speech on television, Josh resided in a room near the top of a high-rise down the block from where the Prime Minister was making another speech pushing her heathen values on innocent white farmers. The room was dark, Josh having shut down the lights upon entering, with the only light coming from the open window which faced the exit of the building in which the Prime Minister was located. He was currently resting on one knee up against a desk. On the desk was a gigantic thing of metal and plastic; long, black, and sleek, anyone with any knowledge of weapons would instantly recognize it as a rifle. Someone with more refined knowledge would notice the scope which rested on top, and the size of the barrel, implying the power of the rifle. In fact, it was a very powerful rifle; being an anti-material rifle of Industrialite manufacture, and everyone knows the Industrialites usually go for over-kill when possible.

Josh had carried the weapon into the building five hours previous, unassembled of course, in a special suitcase and brought it up to the room in which he currently resided. He then proceeded to put the weapon together with almost mother-like care, before positioning it so the barrel ended a few inches before the window opened out into the wide-world. Only ametuers and Hollywood snipers allowed the barrel to protrude from the window.

Checking his watch, Josh realized it was nearly time for the Prime Minister to emerge from the building. An accomplice of his was spying in on the speech, so he should be sending a message to his PDA any moment now to signal which exit the prime minister was taking. Twenty seconds ticked by before the device, which was set on the desk to Josh's left, began to vibrate almost violently, and a message appeared on the newly lit screen informing Josh that the PM would be coming out the east-side door and proceeding immediately to her armored limo. Fortunately enough, that was the side on which JOsh was situated, and it looked like he would have an ideal shot.

He pressed his eye to the scope, focusing in on the door as it slowly opened to reveal on of the PM's body-guards, who performed a quick visual sweep of the area before declaring it safe for the PM to emerge, completely missing the man a block away who would be soon depriving him of a job. Next came the prime minister herself, and she began to move quickly towards the limo which was pulling up. Josh centered his rifle sights on her upper cranium, and lead her a bit to allow for her current pace. He breathed in quickly, and then let it out slowly, at the same time depressing the trigger of his large rifle.

Even with the flash supressor, he had no doubt that his shot would be noticed if he fired another one. However, he had no idea if only one bullet would hit, so he pulled back the bolt of his rifle, ejecting the spent round, and then jammed it back into place as another round was drawn from the magazine. He pulled the trigger once more, firing another round.

He didn't even look to see whether he had hit his target, though the chances were good he did (OoC: All my special forces are selected for specific traits they excel in and then trained day and night for years to push them over the edge of perfection in that talent. That doesn't mean your PM HAS to be hit though, nothing is 100% perfect), but he had not much time. He estimated five minutes before the door to his little room was broken down and he himself shot dead. However, he didn't exactly plan to be here for five more minutes. He noticed the large crowd of heathen Arabs and traitorous whites gathering around where the Prime Minister was, so Josh chose that as his target. Quickly disassembling his rifle, he placed it in the suitcase. He looked at a little LCD display on one side of the suitcase, and then checked to make sure the specially packaged C4 stuffed around the sides of the rifle was intact.

After establishing that the explosives were in good condition, he pressed a few buttons near the LCD display, setting two timers, one from three seconds and the other for ten, and then closed the case and hurled it out the window. He didn't even look to see if the booster package of tiny explosives had gone off before he followed it, jumping out the yawning hole in the wall himself. It was only a few more moments of pain before everything wrong with his world was instantly solved by a sudden impact with the unyielding earth.

OoC: Note about the suitcase. It has, lining the outside, a very fine explosive dust that is set off the same way as C4, and when it is, it will propel the suitcase a very large distance in whatever direction it is programmed for. The suitcase will hit the crowd, whether the C4 goes off or not is up to you, I guess. Just know that C4 has a very low failure rate.

Also, the reason for blowing up the suitcase is to destroy the rifle. It is an Industrialite rifle, and Josh still has enough loyalty to his former nation to not want to involve them in this.

A nearby militia unit, alerted by radio as to what was going on, was hiding in concealed positions behind trees... There were six of them there, each had an OICW and a stinger... They readied their stinger launchers and as the OK helicopters came by, they sounded out a simultaneous chorus of death. Six missiles screamed towards the helicopters, each one was likely to find its mark.

The militia faded back into the thick woods to simply disappear.
Four of MI-24PHINDs was hit by the missiles.The other missiles miss their targets.The remaining 16 MI-24P turn their heat vision and lock on the rebel and fire their hellfire missiles at the rebels.

Four of MI-24PHINDs was hit by the missiles.The other missiles miss their targets.The remaining 16 MI-24P turn their heat vision and lock on the rebel and fire their hellfire missiles at the rebels.


As the missiles came sailing in, the men rushed for the irrigation canal nearby... Three of them didn't make it and were blown into too many pieces to recognize. The others were in the canal, waiting for night to fall to move out and return to their assembly points for the planned massed attack on the capital.

The white boy in the sewers beneath Tripoli was nervous, he held a flashlight in his left hand and with his right hand he took his pistol from the holster.

That awful noise had made him awfully nervous, he clutched his pistol tight in his hand as he made his way deeper into the sewer.

OK, you simply keep BSing to alter things your way. I have HAD IT with you, CM, and I warned you what would happen if you tried this one with me. I warned you. Now let us see what happens.

A white man in Benghazi attempted to jump under a DPUO tank and blow himself up, but his bomb failed to go off, the tank rode by and then infantry riding on the back captured him..

He shouted, "You heathens, you will die! God is Great! It matters not what you do to me, another will take my place, you will die for your attempts to ravage our women and enslave our children. God is Great! You will die!"

They were going to take him in for questioning, apparently the Libyan police had been watching him for quite a while, since they first got into power. He was a local militia officer, a third in command of all militia in and around Benghazi. He decided he should martyr himself to encourage his followers.

DPUO, you can question him if you want. Or we can do it over MSN.

OK, you simply keep BSing to alter things your way. I have HAD IT with you, CM, and I warned you what would happen if you tried this one with me. I warned you. Now let us see what happens.


Okay, let me edit it. We can say they are hiding under the sand, but you can see heat signatures.

The white boy in the sewers beneath Tripoli was nervous, he held a flashlight in his left hand and with his right hand he took his pistol from the holster.

That awful noise had made him awfully nervous, he clutched his pistol tight in his hand as he made his way deeper into the sewer.
There was a rough slinking sound, echoing through the caves, live metal scraping on stone. It was everywhere and no where, his flashlight caught a little movmeent and he heard another hiss. Was there more than one? What was going on? Fear was grappling his heart, and his bladder. Fear was taking him. What was out there!?

There was a rough slinking sound, echoing through the caves, live metal scraping on stone. It was everywhere and no where, his flashlight caught a little movmeent and he heard another hiss. Was there more than one? What was going on? Fear was grappling his heart, and his bladder. Fear was taking him. What was out there!?


He heard the noise again and fired a round from his pistol in the direction where he thought it was coming from... He fired again and again as something was getting closer... He waded through waist deep water to the nearest ladder, turned, fired four more times, dropped the flashlight, and rushed up the ladder. He arrived right outside a police checkpoint near the area sealed for the speech.

They saw a stunned and soaked white youth with a pistol in his hand, the slide was back as he'd emptied the magazine.

He dropped the pistol and put his hands into the air.

He heard the noise again and fired a round from his pistol in the direction where he thought it was coming from... He fired again and again as something was getting closer... He waded through waist deep water to the nearest ladder, turned, fired four more times, dropped the flashlight, and rushed up the ladder. He arrived right outside a police checkpoint near the area sealed for the speech.

They saw a stunned and soaked white youth with a pistol in his hand, the slide was back as he'd emptied the magazine.

He dropped the pistol and put his hands into the air.
The police were dumbfounded. The boy could hears scraping on the ladder. It was coming for him

"Are you alright son? What the hell were you doing down there!?"

The police were dumbfounded. The boy could hears scraping on the ladder. It was coming for him

"Are you alright son? What the hell were you doing down there!?"


They saw he had a vest with C-4 strapped to him as his coat fell off when he raised his arms.

He shouted, "God is Great!" and then detonated the bomb..

Hadula, you handle RPing the damage.

A lone helicopter hovered overhead, scanning the area around the maintainence building... Something registered on it's sensors, a massive heat signature from under the tarp, something this large was an armor vehicle of somesort... They wondered what it might be.


Ooc
Whoever has helicopters in the area, one of those people can claim the helicopter that spotted the G-6, as their helicopter. I guess person who gets it first gets it.

OoC: Hadula, are you going to RP whether or not the PM died?

OOC: Man, gone for three hours to go runnin and I miss all this...

IC:

As the belated reports dropped out of the overworked fax machine. The God Falltothzu's was blatently astonished. He then belowed out, "Servant who is resposible for this delay?" The servant was quite shaken up and could barely mumble out, "IIIIm aaa nnnot..." The could Falltothzu did not hesitate to slap the servant across the face and throw him on the ground. He than reared back and gave the servant a hard kick in the ribs, screaming, "SILENCE. Find the man responsible for this and have him killed in the most vile putrid way you can think of, and make sure his family is forced to watch. The servant then stood up and clearly affirmed "Immediatly my Lord" and scurried out of the room. As The God Falltothzu skimmed through the papers, he thought to himself, "Well theres not much I can do besides sit on the sidelines for now. However, I must stay ready." He than called a scribe into his chambers. The God Falltothzu then began to dictate, "To the WRM, keep fighting, To all whom it may concern I will not engage in any military actions at this time. However, I will keep my forces in a state of readiness and I am ordering the 1st Special Carrier Fleet to the Red Sea to take up a position as an observer. I am also brining the 1st Fighter Wing into a state of readiness. I will also move a satilite over Libya so that I may maintain an well informed idea of whats going on..."

OOC:
Its Not really that realevent but I was bored and had to think up something snazzy to say what I'm gonna do for now

OoC: Hadula, are you going to RP whether or not the PM died?
[OOC: I was busy for a while, but I'm back. First I'll do PM, then the suicide bombing.

For one thing, Fariyah is not in Tripoli. After her speech in the outside city that I made the second speech in, she was detained by Libyan and Hadulan secret services. She is being taken to a unknown bunker set up for her that is not even in Libya, going through the Algerian border to a plane which will take her to her clandestine location. But I'll assume you went to the small town rather than Tripoli.

Second, how did you get past the security? There is a two mile perimeter around the building she is in, 300,000 of Hadulan, DPUO, Libyan, and other nation's aiding military was assigned to protect her from any intrusion. At least provide an explanation of how he got there.

Third and finally, an anti-matter rifle? Thats future tech, not post modern or moder, but future. When matter and anti-matter meet, they cancel out each other. How do you control the anti-matter? The only RL place where antimatter has been produced is this huge, voerly expensive Swedish lab, and they can only create one atom at once.

Once these questions are issued, I'll gladly reply, as you are by far one of the most detailed, well-thought out, and excellent roleplayers in a long time. Kudos.]

[OOC: I was busy for a while, but I'm back. First I'll do PM, then the suicide bombing.

[QUOTE=Hadula]For one thing, Fariyah is not in Tripoli. After her speech in the outside city that I made the second speech in, she was detained by Libyan and Hadulan secret services. She is being taken to a unknown bunker set up for her that is not even in Libya, going through the Algerian border to a plane which will take her to her clandestine location. But I'll assume you went to the small town rather than Tripoli.

I never said the attempted assassination took place in Tripoli, I merely said it took place outside where she made her second speech.

Second, how did you get past the security? There is a two mile perimeter around the building she is in, 300,000 of Hadulan, DPUO, Libyan, and other nation's aiding military was assigned to protect her from any intrusion. At least provide an explanation of how he got there.

You never said anything about a two mile perimeter, merely a perimeter. Also, even if you do have a such a large perimeter, sneaking in wouldn't have been difficult. He never headed anywhere near the building in which the speech was taking place, he merely walked into an apartment building with a suitcase, dressed in business man clothes. I highly doubt anyone would stop someone who looked to be just heading home after a hard-day's work.

Third and finally, an anti-matter rifle? Thats future tech, not post modern or moder, but future. When matter and anti-matter meet, they cancel out each other. How do you control the anti-matter? The only RL place where antimatter has been produced is this huge, voerly expensive Swedish lab, and they can only create one atom at once.

Anti-Material rifle. It's an over-sized sniper rifle that uses a very high caliber bullet against such things as helicoptors or mobile armor (Tanks, etc). They are modern-tech, everyone in the RL world uses them (Well, everyone that can use them).

Once these questions are issued, I'll gladly reply, as you are by far one of the most detailed, well-thought out, and excellent roleplayers in a long time. Kudos.]

Thank you, and I apologize for my vagueness at times that has caused this confusion.

EDIT: Also, I would like to point out that the PM in no way has to die. I would accept her escaping un-injured if you can write up something that explains why. Sorry if this sounds redundent, but I always try my best to make it clear that I'm avoiding God-moding with all my ability.

They saw he had a vest with C-4 strapped to him as his coat fell off when he raised his arms.

He shouted, "God is Great!" and then detonated the bomb..

Hadula, you handle RPing the damage.
The explosion rocked Tripoli, and everone within 2 blocks was injured or killed, by the explosion or the shockwave. It engulfed the area, rising high into the sky, obliterating the police guards and going deep into the concrete, down half-way into the sewers. There was a roar and a splash. Whatever was crawling up the ladder to get the boy had fallen, though its state of life was unknown. Then, all of a sudden, silence. Not literal, but emotional. A sudden emptiness in the Tripoli people. Silence reigned, car alarms blaring off in the background, children stopping from play, screams of pain and agony. It was silence.

Hours later..

The emergency officials arrived. It was a massacre as the block was rather crowded. The explosion was so great, that the ash covered all but where the people's shadows would have been, had they not been obliterated. It was a sad day, 600 people, arabs, whites, and others were killed, many more injured.

All around Libya cries of retaliation and hate resounded, but the Prime Minister was not available for comment. Instead ,her Minister of the Interior Affi Kanan, left a stern message that this was the first sign of military resitence by the WRM, and that now their call to war was justified. Foresight is the key to victory, yet few wished to understand it. Now, there was a smoking gun, and swift strikes would be at hand.

Soldiers were called off the borders (about 10%) to aid in the suppression of the militants within Libya. They began scouring the landscape, until one farm, Benjamin Estate, caused a huge problem.

It was the turning point of the war.

[OOC: CM, I'm interested in setting up a HUGE epic battle between the Libyan miltiia and its aids and the greatest of the militant fortresses. THe ending should not be decided, but it will be one of the most curcial moments. Think of it as Greece vs. Troy. Contact me by MSN if your interested.

[OOC: CM, I'm interested in setting up a HUGE epic battle between the Libyan miltiia and its aids and the greatest of the militant fortresses. THe ending should not be decided, but it will be one of the most curcial moments. Think of it as Greece vs. Troy. Contact me by MSN if your interested.



Ooc: Due to the market crash, Egyptian nobles no longer have the funds to provide any sort of covert assistance to the white militias. They are on their own.

I never said the attempted assassination took place in Tripoli, I merely said it took place outside where she made her second speech.



You never said anything about a two mile perimeter, merely a perimeter. Also, even if you do have a such a large perimeter, sneaking in wouldn't have been difficult. He never headed anywhere near the building in which the speech was taking place, he merely walked into an apartment building with a suitcase, dressed in business man clothes. I highly doubt anyone would stop someone who looked to be just heading home after a hard-day's work.



Anti-Material rifle. It's an over-sized sniper rifle that uses a very high caliber bullet against such things as helicoptors or mobile armor (Tanks, etc). They are modern-tech, everyone in the RL world uses them (Well, everyone that can use them).



Thank you, and I apologize for my vagueness at times that has caused this confusion.

EDIT: Also, I would like to point out that the PM in no way has to die. I would accept her escaping un-injured if you can write up something that explains why. Sorry if this sounds redundent, but I always try my best to make it clear that I'm avoiding God-moding with all my ability.
OOC: Ah, then my mistakes as well. Thats fine, was just curious then. I will post soon.

The WRM spiritual leader, a one Bishop Herman Von Felben (yes the same guy as the CMB spiritual leader) has requested truce talks with the Libyan government, he will come in person, unarmed and unescorted, if his safety is guaranteed and he is allowed to leave in peace when the talks are over.

Checking his watch, Josh realized it was nearly time for the Prime Minister to emerge from the building. An accomplice of his was spying in on the speech, so he should be sending a message to his PDA any moment now to signal which exit the prime minister was taking. Twenty seconds ticked by before the device, which was set on the desk to Josh's left, began to vibrate almost violently, and a message appeared on the newly lit screen informing Josh that the PM would be coming out the east-side door and proceeding immediately to her armored limo. Fortunately enough, that was the side on which Josh was situated, and it looked like he would have an ideal shot

He pressed his eye to the scope, focusing in on the door as it slowly opened to reveal on of the PM's body-guards, who performed a quick visual sweep of the area before declaring it safe for the PM to emerge, completely missing the man a block away who would be soon depriving him of a job. Next came the prime minister herself, and she began to move quickly towards the limo which was pulling up. Josh centered his rifle sights on her upper cranium, and lead her a bit to allow for her current pace. He breathed in quickly, and then let it out slowly, at the same time depressing the trigger of his large rifle.

Even with the flash supressor, he had no doubt that his shot would be noticed if he fired another one. However, he had no idea if only one bullet would hit, so he pulled back the bolt of his rifle, ejecting the spent round, and then jammed it back into place as another round was drawn from the magazine. He pulled the trigger once more, firing another round.

He didn't even look to see whether he had hit his target, though the chances were good he did (OoC: All my special forces are selected for specific traits they excel in and then trained day and night for years to push them over the edge of perfection in that talent. That doesn't mean your PM HAS to be hit though, nothing is 100% perfect), but he had not much time. He estimated five minutes before the door to his little room was broken down and he himself shot dead. However, he didn't exactly plan to be here for five more minutes. He noticed the large crowd of heathen Arabs and traitorous whites gathering around where the Prime Minister was, so Josh chose that as his target. Quickly disassembling his rifle, he placed it in the suitcase. He looked at a little LCD display on one side of the suitcase, and then checked to make sure the specially packaged C4 stuffed around the sides of the rifle was intact.

After establishing that the explosives were in good condition, he pressed a few buttons near the LCD display, setting two timers, one from three seconds and the other for ten, and then closed the case and hurled it out the window. He didn't even look to see if the booster package of tiny explosives had gone off before he followed it, jumping out the yawning hole in the wall himself. It was only a few more moments of pain before everything wrong with his world was instantly solved by a sudden impact with the unyielding earth.

OoC: Note about the suitcase. It has, lining the outside, a very fine explosive dust that is set off the same way as C4, and when it is, it will propel the suitcase a very large distance in whatever direction it is programmed for. The suitcase will hit the crowd, whether the C4 goes off or not is up to you, I guess. Just know that C4 has a very low failure rate.

Also, the reason for blowing up the suitcase is to destroy the rifle. It is an Industrialite rifle, and Josh still has enough loyalty to his former nation to not want to involve them in this.
Fariyah smiled to her brother as they went quickly towards the Hadulan automobile given to them. He was speaking rather quickly in Arabic about the safe haven they were going to take her, as they suspected a terrorist theat. He never finished.

Even though Fariyah had kept ahead, her brother dashed to open the door for you. In that split second hesitation, she stepped back to accomadate him, and thats when it went wrong, horribly wrong. The bullet travelled with such speed the man simply stopped living. There was no pain. The bullet cut throught the air like lightning, hitting the side of his neck (he was much taller than Fariyah) simply going through the flesh like it was air and cutting his brain stem, then exploding out of the other side, splattering the limo and going straight through the limo side door and into the bottom of the car. For a moment, nothing happened. Things stopped. The he fell, down to the ground, blood gushing from him like a flood. Fariyah, screaming her heart out stumbled back as another shot fired out and went straight through her forearm, tearing through her bone and flesh, rending it into a red mess with ease. Her screaming began to deafen as the guards almost instantly reacted, picking her up and shielding her back into the metal building. They were trying to cover her. In Arabic, all the nearby guards were alerted, and ass teh guards carrying the bleeding, writhing Fariyah back into the building, a large crowd formed around the dead, screaming phrases of moruning and also hatred.

However, that would end soon enough.

A metal case fell upon the head of a child, and suddenly, just a white haze engulfed the crowd, and when it was all over. Not one remained alive. Just ash, smoke, and blood. Massacre.

Inside the building, Fariyah and the rest were knocked down soudnly by the immense shockwave, and almost half of the building was nearly destroyed, some of it toppling over. Quickly, the men pulled her out of a shattered window and attempted to drag her out. Trained in basic medical procedures, they knew that there was only one solution.

Amputation.

Without another though, using ripped shirt rags and a machete, they hacked off the mutilated limb on Fariyah's left, and her scream could be heard throughout the city.

The WRM spiritual leader, a one Bishop Herman Von Felben (yes the same guy as the CMB spiritual leader) has requested truce talks with the Libyan government, he will come in person, unarmed and unescorted, if his safety is guaranteed and he is allowed to leave in peace when the talks are over.
The Prime Minister is in no state for peace talks, as terrorist attacks by white extremists have mortally injured her, but she is predicted to live. However, we will issue all the troops, Libyan or otherwise, on a cease fire against the WRM for one month, at the end of this cease-fire period we will have a conference in a currently undisclosed location. Our terms will be discussed as the date approaches.

"We agree to a one month cease-fire." Felben.

OoC: It is nice to be role-playing with talented writers again. I will get something to respond in a bit, but for now, Jolt seems to have slowed to a crawl for me.

Secret:


There were numerous large airports in the cities along the coastal, but few airports at all in the interior...

There were however over 500 abandoned CM Federal and Commonwealth airfields scattered throughout the interior. They had been abandoned months ago, and sand and winds had taken their toll on them... But they still might work, in a pinch, it'd be a big if though.


There were 3 decent sized privately owned airfields, owned by white nobles who were members of the WRM. There were 500 WRM militants guarding each airfield, making sure it stayed open for the operation they knew was coming. They knew the airfields would be used soon, and they knew exactly by who, not by CM as might be expected... But by somebody else.

The men were nervous, if the ottoman khaif and other international forces had learned of their plans, they'd certainly move against the 3 airfields...

But the C-130s and C-17s were due in soon, very soon... Just a little longer...

35,000 WRM members were amassing for what OK intelligence would likely believe to be an all-out assault on Al-Burayqah.

20,000 WRM members were massing for what they'd likely consider an all-out assault against Tobruk.


Ooc: You all best better send whatever you got towards those cities... This will be a great fight. The WRM has finally come out of hiding and is getting ready to fight a conventional stand-up battle. You won't get a chance to fight them like this again for a while. If you want a chance to use superior fire against them, well this is it, they're out of their positions and safehouses.

Ooc: Bump, for somebody who shall still remain anonymous. Make your post whenever you get around to it. The WRM in Libya will help you consolidate your beachheads and landing sites :D


Ooc: Hadula, you said you wanted a good ole fight in Libya, with lots of men, tanks, etc, a big melee... We'll I've arranged for somebody to give you a fight. I am honor and duty bound by treaties not to do the fight myself, or I would (It'd make for a neat RP extension of the intrigue going on with the liberal DIS director and the Consul Tandon) but alas, I abide by all treaties I make, so I cannot do it. But the WRM are not me, and they will continue to duke it out if they have to. :D

[OOC: CM, I'm interested in setting up a HUGE epic battle between the Libyan miltiia and its aids and the greatest of the militant fortresses. THe ending should not be decided, but it will be one of the most curcial moments. Think of it as Greece vs. Troy. Contact me by MSN if your interested.



Ooc: Sounds good, I got some of the plans in motion. Will contact you ASAP so we can work out everything to figure out what all will be going on. Sound good?

35,000 WRM members were amassing for what OK intelligence would likely believe to be an all-out assault on Al-Burayqah.

20,000 WRM members were massing for what they'd likely consider an all-out assault against Tobruk.


Ooc: You all best better send whatever you got towards those cities... This will be a great fight. The WRM has finally come out of hiding and is getting ready to fight a conventional stand-up battle. You won't get a chance to fight them like this again for a while. If you want a chance to use superior fire against them, well this is it, they're out of their positions and safehouses.
Libya has now eliminated the cease-fire. All bets are called off, and the metting between Fariyah and the WRM leader has been cancelled as a result of the WRM aggression. 75% of all soldiers in Libya are to be stationed in the cities that we have been notified of as soon as possible. The remaining 25% will be sent out once again to make a sweep at the WRM's holdings as they mass outside the cities, they have been given the order to use "total war" strategy against all extremists. If you hold terrorists in your land, or it is being used as a temprary or permenant base of operations, it will be completely erased off the earth, without a question as to why or when. All interior former government holdings (such as embassies, bunkers, armories, warehouses, and airports) will be thoroughly searched and all inhabiting extremists routed out and captured or killed. If they are unable to do so, they will instead eradicate the installation through the use of artillery and bombing.

Ooc: Sounds good, I got some of the plans in motion. Will contact you ASAP so we can work out everything to figure out what all will be going on. Sound good?
[OOC; I was referring to the Benjamin Estate, where thousnads of milants were fortified and was considered the most dangerous of the farm-forts. It was to be a siege like thing.

However, the city siege you present could also go on, and will be very interesting indeed. Anyway, I could only post a bit, I'm off to school, be back in about 6 hours.

Helicopter attack division has arrive; this is 240 attack helicopters. They are bein stationed by regiments in major cities. Also, Tobruk, Al-Burayah, Tripoli etc are being used as moorings for warships. Currently Thunderis riding at Tobruk (Hunter-class), Voroshilov at Tobruk.

Selective high-altitude bombing of white farms has been ordered. All white farms perceived by friendly intelligence to be armed are being literally levelled by KAB-500 LGBs. Fuel-air bombs are also being readied. Losses have been reported as one aircraft which failed to return due to mechanical failure. So far 60 white farms have been destroyed.

As the Libyans have authorised total war, white phosphorous is being used also. The whites are being repeatedly told to surrender on the radio, but many simply will not. White farms burning as shipping arrives laden with food is commonplace. Mi-24VUs hunting in groups of 12 are also proving effective in killing off the white resistance, with an estimated 400 whites killed for the loss of 6 Mi-24s. (NOTE: I designed the -VU to be all-but impossible to kill with IR-guided SAMs)

The guard dog started barking violently and running around on the edge of the perimeter fence, and that was when it happened... They shot the dog, then all hell broke loose.


The man who was out working on a tractor, was a 19 year old white male, he immediately grabbed an M-14 rifle and started shooting when he saw armed arabs shoot his dog (they are more militants out to kill farmers, in his mind) His father and two other brothers heard the noise and the father, an ex-LSAAS operative fired an OICW out from the garage window, he fired the entire magazine of grenades at the approaching arab team. One of the other brothers fired an SKS and another fired a G-3... They were racking the team with weapons fire, losses were mounting. A lucky shot from the team hit the brother near the tractor in the chest, the other two brothers crawled out and dragged him back into the garage.

They closed the garage door and the women in the house started draping blankets over the windows. The arab team decided they were in an awful mess, they'd lost at least 3 of their men, and the rest were badly beaten up from rolling down the hill in the confusion or wounded from rifle fire. They would need help.


The ex LSAAS operative in the garage pressed a button and on the roof of his house, a siren activated, sounding out throughout the valley, alerting all the nearby white militia they needed help.

As they walked up to the main building the farmers dog kept on barking at them, it would have just been an annoyance but then it bit Hamid in the thigh. Hamid had a temper and hated dogs so when the dog bit him he flipped. He hit it with the butt of his R-32 ATAR then he unloaded 4 rounds into it turning what once was a dog into a red mass of blood and guts. He started mumbling in his local dielect saying things that if he ever heard his kids say he would smack them. The white man on the tractor bent over and opened fire on them. The first two rounds impacted the center of Hamids M110 Battledress Breastplate knocking the wind out of him and pushing him back a few feet. The man next to him wasn't so luck and the top of his head disapeared spraying the other men. They started falling back but 3 of their men were down. Sadi and the men on the perimeter opened up hitting the kid on the tractor. One of the men opened up with a SS280 ATMG holing the garage and blowing out most of the windows. Sadi, making sure the rest of his team had backed up enough, took his R-9 off safety and pumped8 20mm grenades into the garage killing the remaining militiants. Word was coming in reporting similar results across Libya. In response a full division was assigned to sweep the frming district and eliminate the threat. They would have air cover and they had permmision to fire at will.

Ooc: Does anybody here plan to do anything about the G-6? I mean I've made numerous posts about you all suppose to find it... Well if you want to find it, go ahead, I mean something that big, puts off a lot of heat.

Not when inactive. When inactive it's going to just sit there, doing not much of anything.

The attacks against white civilians, women and children, had enraged the most radical elements of the White Resistance Movement. They had decided to strike back, if this was total war, so be it. A team about twenty miles southeast of Tripoli realized that the G-6 was long overdue for reaching the location where the demands were to be issued and then either accepted or Tripoli destroyed. So they knew they had to think of something else.

Two groups of three men would set off towards Tripoli on horses, each team having one 81mm mortar, and each man carrying a piece to their team's mortar.

http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/land/m252.htm

Only two of the men knew anything about mortars, one was in one team, the other in another team. The men were loading a dozen shells each into their bags, each man would carry as many shells as he could.

They were readying to move out, one of them was looking at one of the crate the shells were taken from, "GB 119A. Property of the the Commonwealth Army of Mississippian Libya... Did one of you all steal this here?"
Another guy laughed and shouted out, "Oh yeah! When they're leaving it behind though, it's not really stealing!"

The empty crate lay in the barn of a farm, the "Chemical Hazard" warning, mostly warn away from the wind and sand, it had basically been abandoned by the Commonwealth Army as they were leaving a garrison post in a rural farming area, and luckily for the farmer who know had it, he happened upon it. (He always went by to talk with the soldiers to get security reports and updates, one day he shows up, they're all gone)


The men split into their teams and then mounted their horses, and begin the ride towards the capital. The hot Libyan sun beat down and them, and they weren't exactly sure which way the capital was, but they knew it was north by west, and if they went north until they found the coastal road, they'd just have to go west from there. Each of them had a map, two litres of water, and several ration packs of food, but the worse thing was the sun... The Libyan sun was merciless, hitting all who dared challenged it with unbearable heat. The desert was also another problem, Libya had many irrigation canals, but that meant nothing for the vast tracts of lands where no farms were. If they could find the main North-South irrigation canal from Tripoli into the interior, they'd be in a good position to follow it towards Tripoli


The shifting sands began to slam against them as the wind picked up, howling viciously against them. The men pulled their goggles down and covered the mouths with towels as they clung desperatedly to their horses. The storm should pass soon, or maybe they'd be out of it before it passed the area, but they'd still be rid of it one way or the other.

Tripoli would be getting closer by the hour.

A UAZ pulled away from the guard post, heading back to Tripoli for yet another small errand. The post was small, about 25 miles outside the city, one of many covering the main access routes to the area. Every road and canal was being patrolled one way or another, the canal patrol units carrying chemical sensors which they dipped into the water from time to time. Mi-24s kept the area covered well. The sandstorm to the shouth was the only concern, but it was moving to the west and would soon pass.

The guard at the post watched a flight of Su-32s flying slowly overhead at high altitude, gleaming in the strong sunlight, then turned his attention back to the road.

Meanwhile, a small ship was patrolling the canal. A Tarantul PCG, she chugged along the straight waterway, her crew eyeing the sandstorm pensively. She carried anti-ship missiles normally, but these had been removed, replaced by shielded firing positions for rotatable 23mm cannon, manned by two alert seamen. They too watched the storm, and the aircraft. Three minutes later a dull boom echoed across the desert.

The men of one team were riding through the storm when a shell landed very close to them, the horses got spooked, one them kicked in the air and threw his rider. Yet another ran off at full speed straight forward. The man lost his hold on the horse and wound up being dragged along the ground as he attempted to get back on while it was moving. He finally let go of the reins and then rolled to a stop in the sand, his arms were covered with burns from being dragged.

The horse stopped a few hundred feet ahead, he slowly walked towards it. He's lost his goggles as he was being tossed around on the ground, and he covered his eyes with his hand as best he could.

The other man who managed to stay on his horse picked his friend up and helped him get back on the horse. The man who'd been kicked off the horse finally managed, with the help of the other two, to get back on.

They didn't think anything was damaged, but they'd have to ride swift before they were bracketed by the artillery.


Ooc: Wait, did you fire artillery from the ship at them?

OOC: Nah, the guns are only 23mm rapid-fire cannon, duel-barrel like on the Hind. That boom was another farm biting the dust from the aircraft.

OOC: Nah, the guns are only 23mm rapid-fire cannon, duel-barrel like on the Hind. That boom was another farm biting the dust from the aircraft.


Ooc: Oh, well it doesn't bother you then if we say something like a stray bomb or something made the noise that spooked the horses. I think it added tension, don't you?

Have to be very stray indeed, since it's an LGB...still, they'd probably be worried by it even if it was far off, so yeah why not.

OOC: Good god, no way to leave without another explosion of posts! I will post within the next two hours.

"..and this just in, a major division-sized sweep has just been conducted by our forces in the area of Al Qaryah ash Sharqiyah. Current information incidates that the divisions is engaged in fierce fighting to take a number of white farmholdings, holding in them numbers of white militia..."

Swish. Thud. A cloud of dust. Another MILAN from the WRM paramilitaries ploughed into the dust at the right of the T-94B MBT as it advanced rapidly forward, machinegun fire raking the trench in which the whites were hiding every few seconds. Infantry were kneeling in the lee of the giant machine as it roared forward to a new position behind a small hummock. The tank hid behind it, explosing only the steeply-angled Kontakt-5B ERA, and let loose a 135mm HE-FRAG round at the trench. Another ATGM ploughed into the hummock, and then another. The battaloin commander saw that, ordered his companion to cover his right, and began to open fire on the pillbox-like white farmhouse as he called in for artillery.

Ten miles away, a battery of 10 BM-27 Uragan 220mm MRLS units had been waiting for just such an order. They checked the location of the target on their GPS systems, elevated and trained the huge launch tubes, and ripple-fired in a box pattern, covering the farm and evreything else for a square kilometre with high explosive rockets.

The infantry were still just about keeping the militia pinned down when the rockets landed. The area was enveloped in thick clouds of chocking brown and yellow dust as the monstrous explosions rocked the earth. When the dust cleared, there was not a single inch of the ground that wasn't cratered. The tanks lumbered forward, shrugging off hits from LAWs, and the advance continued on. The left flank was doing worse than they were, but their advance would put the division in a position to flank the enemy. They watched as 24 Mi-24VUs swept overhead, wondering what was next.

Then - thud thud thud THUD THUD as FAB-500s began to detonate in the fields and trees. An Mi-24 went in trailing smoke, and another, but the WRM SAM teams had not contended with 24 helicopters coming for them. The Hinds unloaded their 168 Spetznaz troops and then began to search the forest. In seventy minutes, it was clear.

Ooc: DPUO, if you're willing to accept there is a forest, that is cool. But we don't have to, but we could say there isn't a tree over 10-15 feet tall. Because they were only planted about 10 years ago... I'm not sure how fast trees go. The worst problems will probably be the masses of irrigation canals people can hide in. Also the guerillas might be considering blowing a few dams and flooding vast tracts of Libya. I'd suggest you put at least a platoon at each dam.



They had been waiting for many hours now, they felt it was safe. The G-6 crew pulled the tarp off and pulled away from the abandoned irrigation maintainence station. Driving off north into the desert, getting closer to the launch range against Tripoli.


The whites on the horses were also getting near, they'd been making good progress, despite the massive winds, which they'd largely cleared... The only problem was the horses were getting very tired and sick. They were about eight miles from Tripoli, they decided to go the rest on foot. They slowly dismounted their horses and pushed them in the direction of a nearby white farm... They'd get them later perhaps, if they made it through this alive.

The leader of the WRM political wing had been broadcasting on the radio non-stop, messages along the lines of "Victory or rape camps for our women, this is what will happen. The arabs will kill us, ravage our women, enslave our children, and then take our estates. If we fail to win, we lose it all. Victory or death! Fight on!"


Over 6,000 of the 75,000 plus white males in the WRM had already been killed, wounded, or captured. Not a single man captured was without grievous wounds. Only those men too weak and wounded to pull a pin on a grenade were the ones captured.



Secret: The 1,500 men holding open 3 private airfields on the the 3 private estates (500 at each estate) had entrenched and were readying for anything and everything. It wouldn't be long now, tens of thousands of paratroopers and airborne units would be pouring in. They knew the soldiers weren't going to be CM soldiers, but they would be just as trustworthy.

On a massive white farm under siege by DPUO soldiers, there were 12 young women and over 40 children, wives and children of neighboring farmers that are all dead or off in combat, and 4 men holding the farm.

They were running out of ammunition, they'd been trading fire for over 12 hours.

One of the men walked out the door, unarmed, with a white flag in his hand, another man held a microphone up to his mouth, "We'll come out peacefully if you guarantee the women and children safe passage to Egypt."

Okeydkoe. Well i dunno, I shall think about it. To be honest I just put that in to keep the thread going, heh.

You are aware that this a division-sized op? You're talking 200 tanks, 350 IFVs, about three thousand soldiers. It'd have to be one on the sidelines I guess.

"Get out with your hands raised, and get the women and children out, and then come slowly toward me!" bellowed back a Sergeant. His men tensed up, trigger fingers itching, and waited, as to their east the tanks rumbled forward. "Put' dalek u nas toboyu, veselye soldat glidi!" sounded over the diesel engines from men riding on the metal steeds.

Meanwhile, the small PCG was just reaching the end of her patrol when she saw a group of men trudging along the shoreline. The captain raised a microphone and a speaker on the bridge crackled.
"Halt and identify yourselves!" The port twin 23mm tracked onto the men.

The 4 men all came out unarmed, with their hands above their heads. Their faces were dirty from dust from the walls.

The women and children then came out.

The men walked forward, keeping their hands in the air, one of them shouted out, "Okay, we're all out."

The Sergeant nodded. A pair of men sprinted up and searched the building's interior. Two minutes later they emerged, satisfied. The Sergeant snapped his fingers, his gunsight never leaving one of the men, and picked up the radio that had been brought to him.
"Roman, this is Hog, we have prisoners. Repeat, we have prisoners. Four men. Also we have twelve women and a large number of children. Request you send transport, over."
"Roger. Transport coming, ETA 6 minutes."

One of the soldiers leered at a dishevelled woman. The Sergeant caught that, and the look he gave the soldier would have melted steel. The man quickly began concentrating on the four WRM again.

One of the men was wearing an old Libyan Special Air Assault Squads uniform, with major's insignia, he looked to be about 32 years old. They assumed he was the leader of the WRM cell.

He kept his hands in the air as he walked over to the DPUO leader, in a worried tone he said, "Some of your men there are making the women nervous, can you make sure they don't do anything to them. My name is Major Karl Raedar, perhaps you've heard of my brother Admiral Ernst Raedar, he is in the Kriegs Marine. Well will you be taking us to a detention facility then?"

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"Yes," sneered the Sergeant. Then without blinking, he shot the man in the thigh. "I will be detaining you here. The women can go, the children, they can go too. But you men, you can answer the questions I give to you." Reader rolled in pain as the Sergeant levelled his AK-103 at the second WRM as a pair of ZIL-131s escorted by an BTR-80 rolled to a halt. A tall, lean man emerged from the cab of the lead ZIL, and a second, shorter but equally thin one from the second. The women and children filed into the two trucks, packed tight within them, and the small convoy turned about and drove back toward Tripoli.

"Very good, Sergeant. Stand down."
"Yes sir," replied the Sergeant, looking surprised. The taller man's uniform, like his comrade's, bore no insignia of rank, and was a dusty yellow colour. His massive stride too him toward Raeder in three steps, and he planted a boot on the reeling WRM's wound.
"You! On your feet!" the shorter man picked Reader up easily and tied his hands with a length of duct tape. "March!" It was a 46 mile journey to the nearest large base from which they had come. As Raeder limped over the crest of a small hillock, he heard a spatter of shots.

Message to the white farmers of Libya

Men fighting for the WRM: You are illegal combatants, and thus will receive the treatment we mete out to all illegal combatants of any kind. Give yourselves up without a fight and you may be spared. Fight, and die. It is your choice.

The major stood up, reeling in pain, he struggled to walk, 2 of the other 3 men moved to help him, wondering if the DPUO soldiers would let them help carry the wounded major.

A man in a Commonwealth Reserve Uniform, a corporal, told the major, "It's beyond 5:30, don't worry, we'll soon win."

The other two men had their uniforms on, one was the uniform of a Commonwealth Cavalry officer, a lieutenant. The other one was wearing a Commonwealth Armored uniform, a sergeant. He smiled as he took one of the major's arms around him and helped carry him, "Don't worry sir, it'll be over soon, it's almost six o'clock."


Edited: I was posting mine while you were editing yours... So it seems, did you shoot the other 3 men? If so, I'll have to edit. But if not, then you have a chance to find out what is going down around six o'clock.

Might want to check that. He's going my way.

IC: "Alright you lot! Nobody told you to stop moving!" said the Sergeant firmly. His men began to file up the road toward the next white farm, watching as a pair of Mi-24s danced around it, lobbing rockets at the building from time to time. A cloud of smoke and dust with an orange core leapt up in the distance as another farm's wheat was burnt, along with the farm buildings, whether by men or by aircraft-launched bombs they could not tell.

The PCG

"I said halt and identify!" yelled the Captain at the men.

Secret: Bishop Herman Von Felben, speaking from a safehouse in an undisclosed neighboring nation, addressed the white farmers of Libya.

Public: "This is Bishop Felben of the Christian Martyrs Brigade, it has become apparent that the DPUO forces are attempting to do to the white Libyans what the British did to the Boers. This is an atrocity without precedent, we need to do something about this. I am suggesting that it is now time in Libya for the whites to either flee or make their stand and become martyrs for Christ. We have no option but to...."


Radio man: "We are sorry for that interruption, we are now back on the air, the pirates have been kicked off and the government is currently attempting to get a fix on their position to arrest them. The CMB is not a friendly group people, they are only fanning the flames of hatred."

After walking for almost five miles, Raedar started to grow weak from his wounds, he was about to collapse. He coughed up some mucus and then turned to the DPUO soldier, "Please, water..." he struggled to say.


Back at the farm they'd left over an hour ago. The soldiers were standing around still waiting for the transports to arrive, they'd been held up by the fierce sandstorms ravaging the area.

The armour ground on, sweeping round to the south behind the net of the heliborne forces, encasing the WRM slowly in a giant pocket. The eastern flank was problematic, due to the greater concentration of farms in that direction, but the systematic destruction of farms and the cover they provided was having the desired effect. The WRM had to know they could not win. The last hope them might have had of winning was extinguished when a wave of helicopters began to chatter closer to the few remaining farms that had not been smashed by rockets or shells or bombs.

"You'll get water, in time," replied the taller man humourlessly. "Now, when you decide to tell us everything you know about anything, then you'll get water. Where are the weapons caches?"

"Hey sarge! Seems to be blowing over!"
"About bloody time. You lot! Get ready, that helicopter's supposed to arrive soon." He strained his ears, and thought he might be able to make out the chugging of an Mi-18 approaching.

The military leader of the WRM and the political leader, were requesting via the radio that the Libyan government allow all white women and children to leave unarmed and cross safely into Egypt.

The farms were in ruins, but that didn't mean much, most of the men were out in the deserts, hiding, readying to assault cities... They were readying for one last push, one final gamble. The G-6 was nearing the position outside Tripoli, they'd soon level the entire city. A few minutes after six o'clock, and Tripoli would cease to exist.

Raedar struggled forward, knowing they'd soon win.

"You'll get water, in time," replied the taller man humourlessly. "Now, when you decide to tell us everything you know about anything, then you'll get water. Where are the weapons caches?"

"Hey sarge! Seems to be blowing over!"
"About bloody time. You lot! Get ready, that helicopter's supposed to arrive soon." He strained his ears, and thought he might be able to make out the chugging of an Mi-18 approaching.



Raedar fell to the ground and laughed, "Weapons eh? There are over 600,000 guns in private hands in this nation... For the love of God man... There are too many weapons caches to name in a lifetime! All I can tell you is that I have over 20 OICWs and four hundred 155mm VX shells in my garage... But I'm not going to get the chance to use them now."

OOC: Just where is this? All roads to Tripoli are blocked and patrolled, and so are the canals, from the ground and the air. Desert areas are swept by helicopters continually.

IC: "You feel recalcitrant, eh?" asked the shorter soldier. "Let's see if this loosens you up." He kicked Raeder in the groin and laughed harshly. "Nazi."

OOC: Just where is this? All roads to Tripoli are blocked and patrolled, and so are the canals, from the ground and the air. Desert areas are swept by helicopters continually.

IC: "You feel recalcitrant, eh?" asked the shorter soldier. "Let's see if this loosens you up." He kicked Raeder in the groin and laughed harshly. "Nazi."


Ooc: I know the desert is patrolled by helicoptiers, which is why I'm wondering why you haven't found it yet. (Find it :D )

Ic: He looked up and laughed at him, "So what do you want to know. This is Libya, the capital is Tripoli, it was an Italian Colony from 1912. Achieving independence in 1951. It was ruled by Muammar Khadaffi since 1969 until we got here. Is that enough information for you?"

The men dropped Raeder. The shorter snapped his pistol's slider back, and shot him in the groin. He leanded down into Raeder's face.
"You're a worthless piece of Nazi shit. You have no value at all. Your nation is as good as ruined, and now you are going to become a meal for the jackals." Then he stood up and discharged a round into each of Raeder's hands. The two men radioed for a UAZ and smiled.
"Did you think we'd get anything from him?" asked the taller.
"Nah," replied the shorter as he sat down by the road. "Nazis never talk."
The two waited for their car, watching Raeder groan and move occasionally.

Meanwhile, in the desert about 30 miles south of Tripoli, a pair of Mi-24s patrolling came across a group moving slowly, painfully toward the city, and carrying something with them.

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Meanwhile, in the desert about 30 miles south of Tripoli, a pair of Mi-24s patrolling came across a group moving slowly, painfully toward the city, and carrying something with them.


Ooc: The two 3 men mortar team is south-east of Tripoli, they're about 5-8 miles from the city. The G-6 is about 25 miles directly south.


Ic: Raedar managed to laugh through the pain at the soldiers and said, "You'll never stop them all! Tripoli is doomed!" Excepting them to shoot him, he shouted, "Hail Fabus!"

"Should I shoot him?" asked one of the men.
"No, don't bother with a bullet. He'll die of thirst before long."

OOC: The mortar team was travelling by the canal. That's what the PC's looking at. And is this a G6 gun or a shell?

"Should I shoot him?" asked one of the men.
"No, don't bother with a bullet. He'll die of thirst before long."

OOC: The mortar team was travelling by the canal. That's what the PC's looking at. And is this a G6 gun or a shell?

G-6 is a 155mm Self-Propelled-Artillery. South African made, crew of 6. Which is why you should be finding it ASAP. :D I mentioned heat signatures earlier. You should have spotted it hours ago, it's a big thing.

http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/land/row/g6-1-tw.jpg

http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/land/row/g6.htm

There are two mortar teams, each one is split up and moving about 1-2 miles from the other.

Well at least one team is going to be facing the attention of a 23mm cannon very soon. The other I assume is moving across the desert. If they're only 1-2 miles apart, then the helo patrolling the canal would probably find the other I'd think. Anyways:

IC: "I said fucking halt!" shouted the Captain. Still the three men did not, even despite being obviously tired and being even more obviously well-laden.
"Alright, shoot them," he ordered the port gunner. A 10-round burst of 23mm fire raked the men. "Probably fucking Christians. Get command notified!" Three minutes later an Mi-18 headed out toward the canal in search of the enemy.

"Is that a...what the fuck?!" asked the pilot of one of the Mi-24s. "It's an SPG!"
"Could be one of ours," offered the second pilot.
"Not a chance, I recognise our guns and that isn't one of them." He frowned. "Give him a missile to chew on." The gunner obeyed, and an AT-12 missile flashed from the missile pod on the Hind's port wing.

Meanwhile, the divisions were satisfied with their work. They had nailed more than 2,000 whites in the entire day, though their PoW bag was rather small, a mere 600. Losses had been lower than expected, only 800 dead in the infantry and another 60 tanks lost. Evidently the design work on their armour had paid. The units began to head back for Tripoli, leaving behind them a smoking, charred wasteland, as 1,000 miles away a regiment of Tu-160Bs readied to fly out to Libya's Homs airbase.

After the missile slammed into the G-6, 4 men were killed instantly, two of the men struggled to climb out admist the smoke and flames, and they fell into the sand alongside the SPA... One of them was bleeding profusely, the other one was in a bad way also. They were debating activating the nuclear shell, it would destroy any of the nearby DPUO helicopters, but he was too weak and tired to do it now... He'd wait, later... Rest now, yes, resting, that was a good idea...

He slowly slipped into unconsciousness as he was losing large amounts of blood.


The DPUO helicopter was hovering overhead, wondering who would be crazy enough to take a SPA into the open desert. They figured something important was inside the smoking ruin of the vehicle. They could see the two wounded men lying in the sand.

IC: "I said fucking halt!" shouted the Captain. Still the three men did not, even despite being obviously tired and being even more obviously well-laden.
"Alright, shoot them," he ordered the port gunner. A 10-round burst of 23mm fire raked the men. "Probably fucking Christians. Get command notified!" Three minutes later an Mi-18 headed out toward the canal in search of the enemy.



One of the men was still alive, writhing in agony on the ground, his left leg torn to shreds. He knew was close to the coastal road, a few scattered arab villages and DPUO... He struggled into a kneeling position and then began trying to assemble the mortar. But it was all in vain, the mortar was in ruins. He laid back down and gathered the VX shells into a massive pile, he buried some sand over them and then put a claymore mine in amongst them, setting it on a trip wire.

"The pilot of the second Hind landed his helicopter about 200m away, and the two aircraft climbed out, pistols ready, as the first Mi-24 circled protectively overhead, asking for some infantry to investigate.

"Careful...carefull," hissed the pilot. He indicated to his gunner that he should go around the other side of the SPG. The crept round, crouching, Makarovs at the read, and eventually reached the open door. On seeing the crewmen, they made sure that the remaining two were unconscious, then removed their weapons. The gunner climbed inside, looking for what he might find. When he emerged his face was ashen. He backed away from the G6 quickly.
"There's a nuclear shell in there!"

The pilot of the circling Hind looked puzzled at his two comrades, who were frantically waving at him to run, leave, get away from the area. He ignored them and continued to circle. Then he looked on blankly, but in faint shock, as the gunner shot one of the two crewmen in the head, and gave the other a pistol-whipping; the two men then dragged the latter into the Mi-24's troop compartment and gave him as much morphine from the first aid kit as they dared, before binding his hands with the bandage and lifting off back to base. The second Hind pilot watched and asked what was going on over the radio. Then a few seconds later, he dropped his Hind low over the wrecked gun and waited, wondering if the shell below him would go off of its' own accord...perhaps a delayed fizzle yield.

"Uh, command I see nothing there three deads and some disturbed sand, I think. Could be something worth looking at I suppose," reported the Hip's pilot as he hovered low over the corpses. He was ordered back to base, and a four-man infantry patrol was ordered to check the area. Then suddenyl, everything stopped dead where it was as the report that the WRM were trying to use WMD came through.

A broadcast over the radio of Libya, "This is the WRM military leader. We currently are readying to launch a nuclear attack against Tripoli, our artillery units are in place and you will never find them all." (Ooc- They only have the 1 G-6 and the 2 mortar teams. Only 1 mortar team is left)

"You must meet our demands and agree to stop killing whites. We want all foreign soldiers to immediately begin leaving Libya. You have 30 minutes to comply. We want to see all foreign soldiers in the coastal cities starting to load their ships."

Broadcast to the WRM:

"We have 12 SS-26 SRBMs with four 100Kt nuclear warheads ready to launch into major cities in Egypt, plus another 6 SS-12 MRBMs each with a 500Kt nuclear warhead ready to level the rest. We have more than two hundred aircraft waiting to annihilate you. We can call upon the entire military resources of the nation to do so. If you do not back down, now, then your nuclear attack will be met by a nuclear attack upon any known location where there are whites in Egypt. Do not test us. You will back down your threat, immediately, or face the..."

*Rustling, muttering, whispering is heard on the mike*

..."correction. We located the nuclear shell some time ago. You no longer can make a nuclear attack. Any use of WMD on our forces will be met with WMD use on any white we find. You have twenty minutes to back down and surrender or we will begin the execution of whites in the desert with nerve gases and the execution of twelve women and forty children from white farms.

20,000 Ottoman Troops had sit up checkpoints and Roadblocks on the road that enter Tripoli.This is to prevent any rebels from getting in the Tripoli.

Broadcast to the WRM:

"We have 12 SS-26 SRBMs with four 100Kt nuclear warheads ready to launch into major cities in Egypt, plus another 6 SS-12 MRBMs each with a 500Kt nuclear warhead ready to level the rest. We have more than two hundred aircraft waiting to annihilate you. We can call upon the entire military resources of the nation to do so. If you do not back down, now, then your nuclear attack will be met by a nuclear attack upon any known location where there are whites in Egypt. Do not test us. You will back down your threat, immediately, or face the..."

*Rustling, muttering, whispering is heard on the mike*

..."correction. We located the nuclear shell some time ago. You no longer can make a nuclear attack. Any use of WMD on our forces will be met with WMD use on any white we find. You have twenty minutes to back down and surrender or we will begin the execution of whites in the desert with nerve gases and the execution of twelve women and forty children from white farms.


Ooc: Attacking Egypt would be bad and wrong, because Egypt is doing all she can to seal the border to keep anybody from crossing for any reasons.

Ic: "Our reply is this, we will cease fighting, yes. We will release all National Defense Forces we have prisoner, we have over 1,000 NDF arab soldiers prisoner, we will release them all. They and you will release all of our people, we will return to our farms and discuss what is to be done. Our leader wishes to speak with your leader in person."

"No General in the Army would defile himself by listening to the likes of you. You will all lay down your arms, come into the open and surrender, or you will be eliminated, bit by bit, until all that is left are bits of white corpses littering the desert."

The Lieutenant though it was a very good speech, especially in that to emphasise his point the roar of 12 Su-32FNUs overhead sounded over the microphone.

"That's what's coming for you. Lay down your arms and give up your pointless breach of the law now. You will surrender all prisoners as you do so. Failure to comply will result in death."

"No General in the Army would defile himself by listening to the likes of you. You will all lay down your arms, come into the open and surrender, or you will be eliminated, bit by bit, until all that is left are bits of white corpses littering the desert."

The Lieutenant though it was a very good speech, especially in that to emphasise his point the roar of 12 Su-32FNUs overhead sounded over the microphone.

"That's what's coming for you. Lay down your arms and give up your pointless breach of the law now. You will surrender all prisoners as you do so. Failure to comply will result in death."


There was talking in the background, three men speaking, then one spoke up, "We accept."

OOC: Really sorry man, but gonna have to leave it here, I have to get my sleep pattern back to normal in time for school. Still, a good point at which to end for the night. Pleasure doing it with ya, see you all on the morrow!

OOC: Really sorry man, but gonna have to leave it here, I have to get my sleep pattern back to normal in time for school. Still, a good point at which to end for the night. Pleasure doing it with ya, see you all on the morrow!


Ah, I remember my school sleep pattern, been done with school fer a while now. I used to sleep whenever I was tired... Often I'd stay up till 5 am to write damn fine papers (I believed if a paper was worth writing, it was worth writing well) I frequently got 100% on all my take home essays, papers, projects, etc. Many a sleepless night, but then again, success comes at a price. Looking back, I really should have slept more. Might have made me less confrontational with the teachers (political debates and all)

The men dropped Raeder. The shorter snapped his pistol's slider back, and shot him in the groin. He leanded down into Raeder's face.
"You're a worthless piece of Nazi shit. You have no value at all. Your nation is as good as ruined, and now you are going to become a meal for the jackals." Then he stood up and discharged a round into each of Raeder's hands. The two men radioed for a UAZ and smiled.
"Did you think we'd get anything from him?" asked the taller.
"Nah," replied the shorter as he sat down by the road. "Nazis never talk."
The two waited for their car, watching Raeder groan and move occasionally.



As the vehicle was arriving, Raedar struggled with all his might to shout, "Wait, I'll talk! Wait!"

"Then talk now," they growled together.

"Then talk now," they growled together.



Clutching his stomach in pain, "You'll just leave me here after I talk, take me with you, when we get back to the city, you can have your intelligence operatives question me properly."

"And what do you think we are?" asked the taller. "You can talk now, or we can take you back behind the UAZ."

"Okay, fine, I'll tell you some now... But not all, that's my ticket out of here. There is a planned chemical weapons attack on Tripoli, two mortar teams approaching from the southeastern canal."

"Why thankyou," replied the taller, stony-faced. "Anything else, before I get out the tow-chain?"

I created the country by the name of LIBYA, but recently let it expire. There is an opening in the region of Africa for anystate that wants to roleplay Libya.

Regards,
Nairb SElarom
President
United Faiths

S'pose I should tell Hadula about that.

"Why thankyou," replied the taller, stony-faced. "Anything else, before I get out the tow-chain?"


"I won't tell you anything else if you pull something like that... You'd get nothing else from me... Take me back to a city and get me a doctor, then I'll answer more questions. I think it's fair."

"You'll get nothing. Do you fancy being left here for the wolves, boy?"

Notification to Libya: Since evidently other nations wish to claim your lands, we will be forced to move sizeable forces to Libya to combat them. This would include 10 Airborne Divisions, 12 Naval Infantry Divisions (organised in 3 NI armies, each 3 NI MRDs and 1 NI TD),
and 2 Mechanised armies (6 MRDs, 2 TDs),
plus a sizeable Fleet, to be dubbed the Libyan Defence Fleet.
This would total between 50 and 60 ships.

"You'll get nothing. Do you fancy being left here for the wolves, boy?"


"Wolves? In the desert? We killed all the wolves during the colonial years. It's more likely a patrol of farmers will find me. Please, I want to speak to your commander, I have information only a ranking officer should hear."

"You'll speak to me or you'll get your skin flayed from you. I can wait all night," replied the taller man, clearly the leader, in a grim tone. "Get talking, Nazi."

"You'll speak to me or you'll get your skin flayed from you. I can wait all night," replied the taller man, clearly the leader, in a grim tone. "Get talking, Nazi."


"Take me out of here, I've told you some already... I'll tell you more when I am out of this desert and in a city. Not before, if you want to leave me, just know millions of deaths will be on your hands. Now what will it be?"

"Shoot him," the taller man ordered simply, and climbed into the UAZ.

"Shoot him," the taller man ordered simply, and climbed into the UAZ.


He started to laugh, "You can kill me now! But nothing will save Tripoli, Tobruk, and Surt! They're doomed! Go on shoot me, and the truth dies with me! Do it!"

"Nah. I can't shoot him, too nice."
"Goddamnit man, then what?"
"Well..." the shorter man grabbed Raeder's holed hands, then tied them to the back of the UAZ's bumper. "OK, done." He climbed into the back. "Let's go."
"You sick bugger," smiled the taller man as the UAZ accelerated.

The radio stations across Libya were all hijacked, "This is the WRM high command, ordering all cells to stand down and cease hostilities with any and all forces throughout Libya. Do not fire unless you are fired upon. We are declaring a cease-fire, pending talks to surrender."

All Mississippians must give themselves up to the Libyan authorities. Resistance will be punished with extreme force. Women and children may leave for Mississippi after thorough searches.

More reinforcement has been ordered for Libya. En route is the 2nd Guards Army (3 Guards MRDs, 1 Guards TD) and 6th and 8th Mobile Air Defence Divisions (4 regiments MiG-29MU, 4 regiments Su-27BM, 2 regiments MiG-31M2. Warships are being sent to Libya also. This force will comprise Amny submarines but also some surface vessels. Since The Burnsian Desert has now gained a base of operations, Libya is wedged between enemy forces. We are not going to let Libya fall.

Be advised all divisions now equipped w/N/B/C warheads.
First use NOT rpt NOT authorised.

ETA of these forces is put at 1 week.

Ooc: We want to know what age you consider children? The age of majority in Mississippi is very odd. The tobacco age is 14, the drinking age 15, the age to own property with parental permission is 16, the age to marry without parental consent is 17, with consent is 16, the age of sexual consent is 16, the age to vote and own property on your own is 18, the age to join the armed forces with parental consent is 17, the age to join the armed forces on your own is 18. There is no weapons purchase and possession age.

Children are as under British law, anyone below the age of 18. Any combatant is however to surrender, now, or get killed. True, they may get killed later on, but I've decided to leave that to Hadula.

Children are as under British law, anyone below the age of 18. Any combatant is however to surrender, now, or get killed. True, they may get killed later on, but I've decided to leave that to Hadula.


Every fit male above 15 was pressed into the WRM, or joined willingly. Are they too to surrender?

If they don't want to get killed, yes. They won't be treated as children, they'll be treated as illegal combatants. I'm not kind to illegal combatants, but that's up to the Libyans.

The WRM commander has urged all units to "Surrender to non-Libyanforces".


10,000 militants surrounded and pinned on 3 sides near Tobruk are starting to make a desperate attempt to break through the arab encirclement to surrender to Hadulan, OK, and DPUO forces.


WRM has announced it will offer total surrender to "Hadula, Ottoman Khaif, and DPUO, but not the Libyan government."


Ooc- They are deathly afraid of the Libyan government.

They ought to be deathly afraid of us. My personnel are for the most part rabid anti-Nazis. Of course there are a lot of moderates too, who merely think the Far Right misguided, but most of them just shoot the Right where they can.

IC: You will surrender to the Libyans only. We will not accept your surrender unless you do.

"We would consider surrendering to the United Nations or perhaps to some international alliance or coalition. Would this be acceptable?" WRM political leader.

Seven Fleet Carrier Battlegroup under the command of Fleet Admiral Hüseyin Rauf Bey will protect Tripoli from attack by sea.
1 Behemoth Class Nuclear Supercarrier
1 Omega Class Trimeran Battleship
2 Trebuchet Class Tirmeran Shore-Bombardment Cruisers
4 Cassius Class Trimeran Destroyers
4 Dauntless Class Trimeran ASW Frigate
4 Earl Class Trimeran AA Frigate
1 Insidious Class Electronics Warfare Destroyer
5 Legionary Class Minesweepers
2 Gettysburg Class Guided Missile Battleship (BBGN)
4 Valiant Class Battlecruiser (Rail Gun Variant) (BCN)
6 Valiant Class Battlecruiser (ETC Variant) (BCN)

The First Ottoman Army is under the command of General. Mohammed bin Abdullah.Will cut in two corps.500,000 men with 40 T-90,10 G5: 155mm towed gun Howitzer,10 MI-24P (MI-25 AND MI-35) HIND ATTACK/TRANSPORT HELICOPTER,and 30-MIG-29 FULCRUM will be send to the Tripoltania area of Libya to enforce the defense lines.and 500,000 men with 40 T-90s,10 G5: 155mm towed gun Howitzer,30 MIG-29 and 10 MI-24P(MI-25 AND MI-35) HIND ATTACK/TRANSPORT HELICOPTER to Cyrenaica Defense line.

"We will surrender immediately after we have worked out terms deemed acceptable for our people. We wish to speak with the Libyan president and her cabinet." WRM political leader.

If they don't want to get killed, yes. They won't be treated as children, they'll be treated as illegal combatants. I'm not kind to illegal combatants, but that's up to the Libyans.


Ooc: They wore uniforms, followed all rules for an army according to the Geneva convention. No hollow point rounds, no atrocities, they had ranks, uniforms, etc. They weren't wearing the civilian clothing of partisans, they fought as a real army. More a rebel group, not illegal combatants.

We urge the WRM to hold out for just a little longer. May Luck be with you.

-The God Falltothzu

That night, a civilian aircraft, on a regularly schedule cruised over Egypt at 30,000 feet, on its scheduled flight path towards Novaya Zemlya. In the back of the plane, 5 men dressed completly black outfits prepared for their next mission. The men were prepared for their black ops mission. they wore nothing that could trace them back to the homeland. and then it was time. The plane never crossed the Libyan border but gut within a decent distace of it. The it was time, the men put on their oxygen masks and jumped from the plane at about 30,000 ft. They were in freefall for almost a minute. They used that time and their special parachutes to carry them over the Libyan border and made a safe landing in the desert.


Secret Message to WRM: we are going to do what we can to get as many of you out of there as we can. As we speak Special Ops Agents are on their way to the ground, stay with them do as they say, an extraction point is being determined as we speak, we'll do all we can to get you out of there.

The 105th Personnel Wing has departed. They will pic you up at an undetermined location more information to come soon.

Ooc: They wore uniforms, followed all rules for an army according to the Geneva convention. No hollow point rounds, no atrocities, they had ranks, uniforms, etc. They weren't wearing the civilian clothing of partisans, they fought as a real army. More a rebel group, not illegal combatants.
Acutally, Fariyah has branded all of the resistence as illegal combatants by Libyan law, and also the Muslim extremists and other subversive, violent groups.

We urge the WRM to hold out for just a little longer. May Luck be with you.

-The God Falltothzu

That night, a civilian aircraft, on a regularly schedule cruised over Egypt at 30,000 feet, on its scheduled flight path towards Novaya Zemlya. In the back of the plane, 5 men dressed completly black outfits prepared for their next mission. The men were prepared for their black ops mission. they wore nothing that could trace them back to the homeland. and then it was time. The plane never crossed the Libyan border but gut within a decent distace of it. The it was time, the men put on their oxygen masks and jumped from the plane at about 30,000 ft. They were in freefall for almost a minute. They used that time and their special parachutes to carry them over the Libyan border and made a safe landing in the desert.


Secret Message to WRM: we are going to do what we can to get as many of you out of there as we can. As we speak Special Ops Agents are on their way to the ground, stay with them do as they say, an extraction point is being determined as we speak, we'll do all we can to get you out of there.

The 105th Personnel Wing has departed. They will pic you up at an undetermined location more information to come soon.



Secret Reply: "There is an old abandonded Commonwealth airbase about 70 miles south of Al Burayqah."

The WRM will surrender to the Libyans, or we will begin killing off the WRM by all means necessary wheresoever we find it.

OOC: TGF, there are AWACS and SAM radars to patrol the Egyptian border, personnel, helicopters, all sorts of stuff. Plus more reinforcement coming in.

"We still need to discuss terms of surrender... We will surrender to the Libyan government, but only after we work out the terms of the surrender."

You'll surrender on the terms you're given. Lay down your arms, now, and you will be left to live. In thirty minutes strikes will be begun against all known WRM positions by aircraft including long-range strategic bombers.

We are also aware that some time after midnight, a number of units from an unknown nation were apparently reported in the area. Although the reports are only fragmented and may prove false, we are warning any supporter of the WRM in Libya that nothing gets in - or out - without authorisation.

"We must know the terms before we sign... Surely you cannot expect us to sign a blank treaty and let it be filled in later with whatever they want to write."

Suspect enemy units may be intended to supply WRM by securing airfields.
Begin destruction of all airfields not used by allied forces.


OOC: I think this reasonable. The assumption is that the WRM are going to be aided to attempt to take Libya by the inserted forces, whoever they are. These forces being known to exist isn't impossible by any means.

Safehavenite troops have stopped when word of the cease fire reached them. They had left a swath of destruction behind them 10 miles wide and 40 miles long as they marched thru White Libya towards the coast to help governmant forces. Losses had been heavier than expected as the WRM fought a lot harder than anyone thought they would. Orders were passed down to halt operations and not to fire unless fird upon or armed Whites are seen who are not surrenduring.

"We will surrender immediately after we have worked out terms deemed acceptable for our people. We wish to speak with the Libyan president and her cabinet." WRM political leader.
"No, we have given you our terms. You must give up all weapons and property to the government, and completley renounce membership. You will be put on a 2 year probation period, which you cannot own arms, participate in voting or government, or gain a higher education. After this, you will be citizens. However, arms policies will restrict all civilian owned weapons to more better than 9mm. Small arms for self-defense only. All violent hate crimes ending in death will have the guilty party executed after trial with no question or objection. This are our terms, if you do not accept, then you will be destroyed."
- Fariyah Al-Aziz, Libyan Prime Minister, from her miltary hospital

I am very sorry about this intrusion, but we have to evacuate several thousand from my colony of Franz Josef Land. We are bringing them down to Kerguelen Island. The thing is we must get them there as fast as possible, so a route over Libya has been approved. The flight is inbounds now. they will not pass over Libya for several hours. In all 100 C-17s will pass over. Since Libya is a warzone, the 3001st-3005th will escort them. We must beg you for permission to cross Libya, this is an emergency and people's lives are on the line. This is all we can say about the incident

-The God Falltothzu

Secret Message to WRM: this is the best we can do, your LZ aproved

Ooc: I realized, you only intercepted one of the two mortar teams being sent towards Tripoli, the other one will be in range by now.

IC: Being in the desert, without a radio, no forms of communication with WRM Command, the three parched men had no idea a cease-fire had been called... They had no idea of knowing a surrender talk was underway. If you told these particular three that surrender talks were underway, they'd assume you meant the libyan government surrendering to them. Because in their minds, defeat was unthinkable. They were about 2.5 miles outside of Tripoli, readying their mortar, they laid their 36 Sarin filled shells for the 81mm weapon out as they assembled the weapon. The base, the other parts, it was all coming along nicely. In a few minutes they'd unleash a barrage against Tripoli.


Still IC: A few minutes later, "Do you think we should do this? Aren't there a few hundred whites in Tripoli?" his voice betraying some doubts. "What do you mean! Snap out of it soldier, those whites there are likely marxist traitors! We must carry out our orders!"

They adjusted the sights and then dropped the first round into the mortar, it sailed out instantly, screeching through the air... In a section of Tripoli, a busy market, suddenly everything came to a halt as the shell exploded and the deadly Sarin gas sprayed out. The next shell came crashing down, the next. They fired one shell every four seconds until they ran out (They only had 36 shells), they had blanketed the southern approaches to the city and the busy markets around them. They sat and waited, debating what to do...


"Well, let's get out of here, the mission is over."

One of them cocked his OICW, "No, we're still alive and we have rifles. We're not done yet, it's only two miles into the city, let's swing around, avoid the gassed area, and sow mass panic."

The WRM will surrender to the Libyans, or we will begin killing off the WRM by all means necessary wheresoever we find it.

OOC: TGF, there are AWACS and SAM radars to patrol the Egyptian border, personnel, helicopters, all sorts of stuff. Plus more reinforcement coming in.

OOC: The plane never crossed the border and insurgents HALO dropped. A man on a parachute doesnt show up on a radar very well...

"No, we have given you our terms. You must give up all weapons and property to the government, and completley renounce membership. You will be put on a 2 year probation period, which you cannot own arms, participate in voting or government, or gain a higher education. After this, you will be citizens. However, arms policies will restrict all civilian owned weapons to more better than 9mm. Small arms for self-defense only. All violent hate crimes ending in death will have the guilty party executed after trial with no question or objection. This are our terms, if you do not accept, then you will be destroyed."
- Fariyah Al-Aziz, Libyan Prime Minister, from her miltary hospital


"This is Bishop Herman Von Felben. We will not accepted becoming disarmed serfs with no education. And besides, we'll always be better than your kind, we have schooled our own children for generations. You attempt to manage nearly 30,000 commercial farms! You will turn Libya into a Zimbabwe! We will not accept any limitations on the caliber of small arms we may own. We demand to be permitted to keep our M-14Bs, M-16s, XM-8s, and OICWs. Furthermore, we must add that we have not committed the sort of atrocities that DPUO and SafeHaven forces have. I request we meet personally and discuss these matters in greater detail."

I am very sorry about this intrusion, but we have to evacuate several thousand from my colony of Franz Josef Land. We are bringing them down to Kerguelen Island. The thing is we must get them there as fast as possible, so a route over Libya has been approved. The flight is inbounds now. they will not pass over Libya for several hours. In all 100 C-17s will pass over. Since Libya is a warzone, the 3001st-3005th will escort them. We must beg you for permission to cross Libya, this is an emergency and people's lives are on the line. This is all we can say about the incident

-The God Falltothzu

Secret Message to WRM: this is the best we can do, your LZ aproved
"All planes not affilliated with the Coalition in Libyan airspace will be shot down as hostiles. This is a warning."
- Fariya Al-Aziz, Prime Minister

"So where are the airfields then?" asked a Colonel as he pored over the maps.
"Well, there are quite a few, mostly in the old farming area. Two on the coast we have covered. There are about four more in the centre." the Major stroked his beard. "Closing them will be easy enough; a thousand kilogramme bomb ought to crater the runway after all."
"What about runway-piercers?"
"None left", replied the Major sourly. "Never throuhg of using them."
"Ah well. This er...this Navy thing. What're they doing exactly?"
"They're launching cruise missiles with cluster muntions at the airfields."

K-556

"Nav, we in position?"
"Yeah, we're there," responded the Navigator cheerfully.
"Right." Take us up to launch depth," ordered the Captain.
"Aye sir."

The Sierra-III rose slowly upward from 150 metres to 20, slowed to 2 knots, and launched eight SS-N-21 Sampson long-range cruise missiles. Within each missile's nosecone more than 200 small cluster munitions resided. Cruising at 500 knots, the missiles began their journey to the four targeted airfields.

Ooc: The CM government has rapidly grown tired of seeing this situation turn into a miniature Angola.

Ic: "The CM government is issuing an ultimatum to both sides. They will stand down and cease fighting. CM Federal and Commonwealth Egyptian transports will evacuate all whites from Libya to Egypt. This is non-negotiable. The transports will be unarmed civilian ships and planes, they will be clearly marked." Paul Stahlecker.

At the orders of the Libyans, ships at anchor lit off SA-N-6 radars and the Ul'yanovsk-class carrier riding in Benghazi began to launch her 48 Su-33Bs into the air.

Note: ANY CM aircraft approaching our picket is a valid target.

"All Ottoman Force attack all non-allies troops!"said from High Command.
Ottoman Troops began the hunt for WKM.

Due to chemical attack on Libya, the WRM and anyone supporting them are now officially the enemy of our nation. As is proper, WMD use has been authorised against the WRM. Families of WRM members are to be used for weapons testing. ANY aircraft entering Libyan airspace without our permission is subject to immediate attack. The WRM may no longer surrenderdue to their heinous action, and we will exterminate them all like rabid dogs.

Upon receiving these orders, the ship with the captured WRM-related civilians aboard was ordered to turn around and head back for Tripoli. The SSMs of the divisions in Libya were ordered into the positions they had been assigned for targeting of desert areas. Uragan and Smerch launchers were ordered to remain behind while chemical warheads were supplied, and all ground-attack aircraft temporarily ordered to RTB where they would receive chemical and WP munitions.

If that is your stance then so be it. Just know that their blood will tarnish your hands now. Listen to the following conversation so you may know the blood of which I speak.

C-17 Leader: "Sir, I need more than permission to cross, I need to bring us down and land, we are short on fuel, we wont make it anywhere else?"

TGF: Im sorry but I have bad news, I must turn your reqyest down. Do not cross into Libya."

C-17 Leader: "Then what should we do."

TGF: "Your new orders are to crash into the Mediterranean Sea."

C-17 Leader: "Are you serious? We have thousands of civilians, men women, children..." A childs voice was then heard in the background, "Daddy, are we going to land soon? I can't wait to get away from that bad place. It reminds me of how mommy was hit by that man, and then how it made her go to sleep." The pilot then replied, "It'll be ok" "You have to help us?"

TGF: "I am serious, you will crash. If you do anything else then you will be a traitor to your God, and I will have you killed far worse then you can ever imagine. All fighters are to return to where you came from"

C-17 Leader: "Yes my Lord, I'll tell the other planes" the child interupted once again, "Daddy what does this mean?" The pilot the said, "Everythings gonna be ok. We are gonna go to sleep and wake up with mommy, now just sit in your seat and pray."

The radio went dead

Good Day Sir.

-The God Falltothzu

If that is your stance then so be it. Just know that their blood will tarnish your hands now. Listen to the following conversation so you may know the blood of which I speak.

C-17 Leader: "Sir, I need more than permission to cross, I need to bring us down and land, we are short on fuel, we wont make it anywhere else?"

TGF: Im sorry but I have bad news, I must turn your reqyest down. Do not cross into Libya."

C-17 Leader: "Then what should we do."

TGF: "Your new orders are to crash into the Mediterranean Sea."

C-17 Leader: "Are you serious? We have thousands of civilians, men women, children..." A childs voice was then heard in the background, "Daddy, are we going to land soon? I can't wait to get away from that bad place. It reminds me of how mommy was hit by that man, and then how it made her go to sleep." The pilot then replied, "It'll be ok" "You have to help us?"

TGF: "I am serious, you will crash. If you do anything else then you will be a traitor to your God, and I will have you killed far worse then you can ever imagine. All fighters are to return to where you came from"

C-17 Leader: "Yes my Lord, I'll tell the other planes" the child interupted once again, "Daddy what does this mean?" The pilot the said, "Everythings gonna be ok. We are gonna go to sleep and wake up with mommy, now just sit in your seat and pray."

The radio went dead

Good Day Sir.

-The God Falltothzu

Insane.....

Anyway, Sevarisian Coast Guard units will try and look for the wreckage. We will try to find survivors, if there are any.

If that is your stance then so be it. Just know that their blood will tarnish your hands now. Listen to the following conversation so you may know the blood of which I speak.

C-17 Leader: "Sir, I need more than permission to cross, I need to bring us down and land, we are short on fuel, we wont make it anywhere else?"

TGF: Im sorry but I have bad news, I must turn your reqyest down. Do not cross into Libya."

C-17 Leader: "Then what should we do."

TGF: "Your new orders are to crash into the Mediterranean Sea."

C-17 Leader: "Are you serious? We have thousands of civilians, men women, children..." A childs voice was then heard in the background, "Daddy, are we going to land soon? I can't wait to get away from that bad place. It reminds me of how mommy was hit by that man, and then how it made her go to sleep." The pilot then replied, "It'll be ok" "You have to help us?"

TGF: "I am serious, you will crash. If you do anything else then you will be a traitor to your God, and I will have you killed far worse then you can ever imagine. All fighters are to return to where you came from"

C-17 Leader: "Yes my Lord, I'll tell the other planes" the child interupted once again, "Daddy what does this mean?" The pilot the said, "Everythings gonna be ok. We are gonna go to sleep and wake up with mommy, now just sit in your seat and pray."

The radio went dead

Good Day Sir.

-The God Falltothzu
"Libya is shocked at what you have done. Note that not using military transport would be much less suspicious. You could go around Libya, this was uneeded. We are appalled at this uneeded atrocity."
- Fariyah Al-Aziz

"This is Bishop Felben of the White Resistance Movement. The unit that launched the horrible attack against Tripoli had been without a radio and thus unaware that there was a ceasefire. It is common that our long-range patrols are without radio. We deeply regret the loss of life in Tripoli and we ask that such violence does not hinder talks for peace."

The first blow fell in an area filled with WRM members, waiting for surrender terms. Out of nowhere, a pair SS-26 SRBM warheads screamed in a vertical angle down to the ground. One was filled with Phosgene and the other with HCN. Within minutes the lethal cloud was spreading, and WRM were rolling, choking and spluttering on the ground as the gas insidiously poisoned them.

Meanwhile, at least one divisions MRLS units had been issued with the appropriate chemical rockets. They rejoined the divisions and began to roll southeast, in a huge arc across 50 miles of desert.

The CM government is demanding, "Any and all combatants from any and all sides in Libya immediately halt fighting, and the use of unconventional weaponry, especially against civilians, cease totally and immediately."

N.B. if previous post isn't OK with Hadula or whatever ignore it for now

N.B. if previous post isn't OK with Hadula or whatever ignore it for now
[OOC: It is, because by general rules of engagement, you are allowed to do this. And the Libyan government doesn't trust the WRM any logner, after twice going against a cease-fire, and almost destroyign an entire city. The Libyans want blood.]

"Libya is shocked at what you have done. Note that not using military transport would be much less suspicious. You could go around Libya, this was uneeded. We are appalled at this uneeded atrocity."
- Fariyah Al-Aziz

The only civilian aircraft in my nation are 2 seated with a prop. Military C-17s take care of all long range flights

"The Libyans approve of it..." muttered the artillery Captain. "Well then. I guess here we go." He fell silent as the Uragan launcher rolled across the rough desert behind the marching column of dust ahead of them that showed where the armour led the way. Their orders were to obliterate anything in their way in a swathe from west to east. So far contact had been minimal. The Division travelled as a single compact entity, covered from the air by no less than three dozen Mi-24s as it ground across the desert sands.

CM government announcement: "This is Joseph Mladic of the White People's Radio. The war in Libya is being called an atrocity by our government. We are calling it so because over 20,000 women were raped by SafeHaven soldiers, as they in their own words, "Cut a path of destruction" across northern Libya. DPUO soldiers burned and razed more farms. Indeed perhaps not since the second world war, have such atroicities been seen. Attempts to negotiate peace the first time were shattered by news of DPUO atrocities against soldiers attempting to surrender. In the event that atrocities continue against civilians and prisoners of war, or those attempting to surrender, CM will be left with no recourse but to commit peacekeepers to the nation to physically pry the rapists that are the DPUO and SafeHaven soldiers, from their victims. We will not stand idly by and allow genocide to rage unchecked. Tonight, we are all Libyans."

A group of 4 MI-24P HELICOPTER came arcoss a group of WKM that were waiting for the surrender terms.
"This Leader lock on and fire the hellfire missiles now!"said the head leader of the group.

the MI-24p began firing the mass hellfires on the WRMS a group of 40.Most of them were killed in the attack...

A group of 4 MI-24P HELICOPTER came arcoss a group of WKM that were waiting for the surrender terms.
"This Leader lock on and fire the hellfire missiles now!"said the head leader of the group.

the MI-24p began firing the mass hellfires on the WKMS a group of 40.Most of them were killed in the attack...


Ooc:
These aren't WKM, these are WRM. White Resistance Movement.

Ooc:
These aren't WKM, these are WRM. White Resistance Movement.
OOC:Ok I'll change it.

"You can try," snarled a General as his division prepped to roll out of Benghazi. "You can try your best, Nazi."

Miles off, in Tripoli, a party of 170 CM women stood cold and dishevelled at the dockside, guarded by a group of infantrymen. The senior officers debated what to do with them. They were non-combatants, but it was unlikely that anyone would let them go home unscathed. They could not let this degenerate into a raping spree, either. Such poor discipline was dangerous in the military. So they concluded that the women should be kept as prisoners in DPUO until the WRM surrendered or were killed. The ship was loaded again, and the vessel set off for home, guarded by a pair of destroyers.

I have bad news. 20 of the C-17s have gone rogue and are attempting to enter Libya. A few of my Fighters, who were lagging behind, saw this and managed to shot down 10 of the 20, but had to revert to were they came from because of low fuel. I will punish the pilots of those fighters for not shooting down the rest of the C-17s accordingly when they land. I also must request that forces in the area shoot down the C-17s. If anyone survives those crashes, then I must ask that they are sent back to me for proper punishment. I apologize for their actions, but they are rogue, do not let their actions reflect on me.

C-17s are being engaged by SAMs and aircraft. Thanks for the warning anyway.

OOC: I can't be arsed RPing shooting down a lot of planes :(

Should we encounter any survivors, we will give them proper medical treatement, and then they will be allowed to leave Sevaris, if they wish. That is our policy.

Tired, dirty, filthy, and depressed looking members of the White Resistance Movement began marching forward towards the nearest cities and enemy units, their hands in the air.


All White Resistance Movement soldiers have surrendered except for those between the ages of 15-17, who are insisting on fighting to the death.


Over 90% of the WRM is either killed, wounded, or surrendered. Only about 5,000 still are in the field and armed, planning to put up a last ditch defense of a white farming village consisting of approximately 400 buildings (it's a small city in the middle of a farming area)

They are the youngest members of the White Resistance Movement.

The Empire of ITD is demanding that any soldier caught committing rape on a Libyan civilian should be severly punished, possibly castrated. This goes for all civilians, white, black, yellow.

We thank you for your actions


OOC: Can't say I didn't try everything, to make it work, and not put me in a very bad position

We agree with ITD's policy.

fighters on the way to attack the C-17s.

The lead T-94B of the small vanguard column came across the marching WRM. The commander radioed back a warning to the rest of the division, and the large column accordioned to a halt as the WRM did likewise, staring despondently at the lumbering beasts before them. Wondering what to do with so many prisoners, the division commander decided to tell them to stay put - or else die - and request that they be picked up. The division motored off toward the central farming district, leaving the WRM sitting in the dust.

"Attention all youths of the White Resistance Movement. This is Bishop Herman Von Felben... The battle is over, the WRM is disbanded, lay down your arms and return to your homes and families. Your sacrifices will not go forgotten, you have fought bravely and nobly. The fight is over, go home, and God be with you all."


One of the youths replied over the radio, "This fight is not over! We will never surrender so long as they are burning our farms and raping our women! SafeHavenite soldiers are known to be raping women left and right! No more! We fight the death. Hail Victory!"


Almost all of the WRM has surrendered, the remaining members have left the WRM and formed the "Youth Crusade for Christ" (YCC) movement.

OOC: TGF: Y'what? Well I assume that wasn't at me anyway...might be wrong...*looks confused* :confused:

IC: We of course approve of ITD's policy and are pleased to say that so far as is known no rapes have been recorded; the punishment for rape in the army may be something to do with this, of course.

Meanwhile the division was now a mere 80Km from the village. From the North, a second division had begun to move out of Homs and was approaching at a slightly higher speed. The two divisions would meet soon enough.

The 5,000 youths readied their positions, sighting in their machine guns, and their mortars. They also had dragged out 3 155mm G5 howitzers from an old garrison post in the village, a former Commonwealth post.


They had over 500 machine guns placed throughout the village, readying for the inevitable attack. The 100 MILANS and 1,000 RPGS that they had gathered would be greatly needed. They had managed to find approximately 29 SA-17s and 54 Stingers, along with 2 SA-19 mobile SAMS, and 3 ZSU-23-4s (Shilkas) They had never looked inside the old commonwealth garrison post before, but a few days ago, it seemed like a good idea, so they smashed the doors down and found the formidable arsenal. They even had 2 T-98 MBTS, but only 2 of the youths knew how to operate them, they'd been training for the armored regiments. Each one had spent the last 12 hours trying to train 2 other youths to be the crews.

One T-98 position itself in the center of the village, the other on the left outskirts behind a building. Each was crewed by a semi-experience commander, and then by 2 youths who were hastily trained and really had no idea what tanks were all about.

Three companies of youths were readying claymores and razor wire along the approaches to the city. It was to be a brutal battle and the youths didn't want to die in civilian clothing. They all changed into their black Fabus Youth uniforms, they hadn't been in the Fabus Youth since Libya gained independence, but they were all still devoted to their leader and nobody would take their right to fight and die for his ideals. They knew they were free from CM, and no help from CM was forthcoming, but they wanted to make Fabus proud. This fight was for him, whether any of them would admit it or not.


One of the soldiers lowered the Libyan flag and raised the Fabus Youth flag high above the village.

"Looks good. The first MRD has just halted, 22Km outside the city. The second ought to arrive before long. The garrison there are fanatics. They'll fight to the death." The Major-General stratched his chin thoughtfully.
"Chemicals?" asked his companion of the same rank.
"I don't want to. They're just bloody kids, man."
The two stood and tried to decide what to do as the artillery began to sheel the outer edges of the village.

The first T-98 MBT rode out of the city and towards the advancing DPUO armored column, readying to fight to the death. It found it's first target, a T-94 tank, the T-98 ground to a halt, swiveled his gun, and fired, a direct hit. But 1/2 dozen more T-94s were readying to hit the T-98 all around. The crew struggled to reload their gun and readied to fire one last time.

OOC: This beast is a T-94B. I can guarantee that between a low rounded turret, Dorchester armour, and a load of K-5 ERA on the front that round would bounce off. Added to which, 22Km away, it would have been detected a long time ago. Don't forget, this thing was built to kill the T-98 and withstand the shell from it, which, by the way, would be a relatively low velocity one, unless what you're using here is a mobile artillery piece.

WHANG! A round glanced from the turret's face. The crew stared agog at the spectacle of the lone tank, an then a line of flame rippled along the tanks, blew off the turret, and smashed the T-98 apart.

The armour began to form into a great steel ring around the small village. The two pincers met within 14 minutes. From there artillery began to move into the circle also, as helicopters waited. Everyone was straining at the leash, waiting to kill the Nazis; yet somehow, everyone felt a pang of sadness that they would be killing youths who had been merely corrupted. Meanwhile, the debate over CW use went on.

OOC: This beast is a T-94B. I can guarantee that between a low rounded turret, Dorchester armour, and a load of K-5 ERA on the front that round would bounce off. Added to which, 22Km away, it would have been detected a long time ago. Don't forget, this thing was built to kill the T-98 and withstand the shell from it, which, by the way, would be a relatively low velocity one, unless what you're using here is a mobile artillery piece.

WHANG! A round glanced from the turret's face. The crew stared agog at the spectacle of the lone tank, an then a line of flame rippled along the tanks, blew off the turret, and smashed the T-98 apart.


Ooc: The front armor of the T-98 is quite hard to penetrate. Front: Vs APFSDS: 1,800 mm + 300 mm with Kontakt-5 = 2,100
Vs HEAT: 2,000 mm + 400 mm with Kontakt-5 = 2,400mm
But moving along.


IC: The tank blew into flames, two of the crew were killed, the driver jumped out from the wreck, his body engulfed in flames, he rolled around on the ground, shouting and screaming from the pain. The T-98 had failed to save the crew, they had been told by the RG men training them months ago, "The T-98 MBT is the most superior tank on the field, nothing can withstand his shell, and nothing known can stop him. Fear not."

As the helicopters were hovering above head, every AA and SAM weapon in the village let loose their barrage, the 2 SA-19s, the 3 Shilkas (ZSU-23-4s), the approximately 125 SA-19s and Stingers.... Everybody who had something that they thought would down a helicopter, was firing it. Each soldier who had an RPG, fired one rocket into the air just for good measure, they figured by putting a lot of rockets into the air, they'd be bound to hit a few helicopters. Besides, the SAMS would certainly take their toll on the helicopter force.


A company of youths, approximately 120, decided to seize the initiative and they strapped C4 vests on their chests, grabbed their rifles, and surged forward out of the city towards the approaching enemies.


There were about 1,000 adults in the village, mostly women between 20-40, mostly the mothers or other female relatives of the youth soldiers. They were hiding in the basements and bomb shelters of the village. There were a few male adults, they were broadcasting over speakers in the village, "It has been confirmed that DPUO soldiers have been loading captured white women, mothers, daughters, sisters, our women, on ships for transport back to DPUO, we must therefore conclude they are fighting to wipe us out and take our women... Victory or Siberia!", "There can be no surrender!", "No retreat!".

A few days ago, the youths had all been shown a propaganda video made by a Libyan friend of Joseph Mladic. It showed footage of dead white civilians in the northern farming communities, taken over by SafeHaven. "The reports from the northern region, already occupied by SafeHaven soldiers, have been confirmed. We now know that the women were raped and brutalized, old men were beaten to death, children massacred, and no soldiers were accepted as prisoners, they were slaughtered. We must not fail our citizens, this is a fight to the death!"

4,000 Ottoman Troops(arm with AK-47,M-16s and RPGs) were on their way to join DontPissUsOff attack on the CM rebels.

4,000 Ottoman Troops(arm with AK-47,M-16s and RPGs)join the DontPissUsOff attack on the CM rebels.They began to open fire on the CM rebels.


Ooc:

So your men are doing what? Getting into RPG and AK range? Meaning they are about 300 meters from the village... Meaning they ran across open fields while hundreds of machine guns cut them to pieces?

Ooc:

So your men are doing what? Getting into RPG and AK range? Meaning they are about 300 meters from the village... Meaning they ran across open fields while hundreds of machine guns cut them to pieces?
OOC:Opps my bad didn't read all the post.let me back it up.

I beg to differ. And I quote:

"Front & side armor laminated front, side and top armor behind Kontakt-5 ERA
Front armor rating, mm RHA vs APFSDS: 1000 mm + 300-280mm with Kontakt-5 = 900-850mm
vs HEAT: 900 mm + 500-700mm with Kontakt-5 = 1,250-1,350mm"

And if you think you can worm out of that, you damned well can't, because I saved the thread to my HDD.

And another thing: The Divs have halted TWENTY-TWO KILOMETRES OUTSIDE THE VILLAGE.

I beg to differ. And I quote:

"Front & side armor laminated front, side and top armor behind Kontakt-5 ERA
Front armor rating, mm RHA vs APFSDS: 1000 mm + 300-280mm with Kontakt-5 = 900-850mm
vs HEAT: 900 mm + 500-700mm with Kontakt-5 = 1,250-1,350mm"

And if you think you can worm out of that, you damned well can't, because I saved the thread to my HDD.

And another thing: The Divs have halted TWENTY-TWO KILOMETRES OUTSIDE THE VILLAGE.


Ooc: Oh, I thought they were readying to assault the village and were like right outside. Oh well... Let's just move along, make the assault.

One more thing, how could anybody have the T-98 MBT statistics becase I just posted them like two days ago.

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=6855226&postcount=14