NationStates Jolt Archive

You posted them in the thread where you were selling them. I notice that you carefully revise those figures just recently. Well tough luck. Unless I can godmode too, in which case I now have a new shell type that can penetrate that just in the blink of an eye.

You posted them in the thread where you were selling them. I notice that you carefully revise those figures just recently. Well tough luck. Unless I can godmode too, in which case I now have a new shell type that can penetrate that just in the blink of an eye.


I apologize, but I forgot about that, the thread I was selling it in, I messed up and those statistics were not really well thought out, the ones in the tank design thread were. So let's go by that, but drop the speed of road and cross country by 10 miles per hour. I apologize the things didn't match, my bad. I accepted your shell killed it.

Ooc: The earlier store stats of the T-98 were just tweaked T-90 stats copied from a tank website. The later ones in the design thread were mostly my own that I spent time planning out.

OK, fair enough. And sorry for being an aggressive git. I really should sleep more...anyways.

"So now what?" asked a tank gunner of his mate, the driver, as he leaned back in his less-than-comfy, Tourquemada seat.
"I don't have the faintest clue," replied the driver. Can't see why we've stopped here." Nor in truth could most of the crewmen. The entire force was just sitting in the quiet late morning sun, waiting for something. Even the helicopters had landed, and were now gratefully basking in the heat. All was eerily quiet.

Meanwhile, the ship was still steaming. She had passed the Gibraltar strait now, and was turning north along the east coast of the Iberian peninsula. The women aboard were afraid, but not as badly as they had been. The sailors were merchantmen, and most had families. And now they were all warm and fed, which was better than nothing.

The general of the youth regiment, a 19 year old former Republican Guard officer from the 30th RG Armored Division, Fabus Junge, was sitting in the command post in the village. He picked up the radio and called to the DPUO forces, "We will never surrender! You will not ravage our women! This will be a fight to the death, we will sooner die than suffer the disgrace and dishonor of surrender! Victory or death!"

A radio transmission came back:

"You will either surrender or die. You can't escape death one way or the other. You know those women? Well right now back home there's a detention centre for them, where they get food, drink, they get good beds to sleep in. You will get no such luxuries whatever you do. But you will be alive." The announcer began to read out a list of the women en route to the detention centre.

(General) "Those are lies! We saw the footage of what the SafeHavenite troops did, they raped over 20,000, killed hundreds! They burned every home and farm they came across. SafeHaven even said, quote, "We are burning a path of destruction across the farming districts", we cannot give up!"


(Ooc- I don't remember his exact words, but it was somewhere along the lines of cutting a path of destruction)

"Lies eh? And what do you know? You all believe what Fabus and his cronies tell you! Well Fabus told you that the weapons you had would make you unbeatable, and Fabus told you that your empire would never fall, and Fabus told you that the arabs were an unimportant people who nobody cared for! LOOK WHAT HAS BECOME OF FABUS' PROPHESIES NOW!" bellowed the radio tauntingly.

A youth in the background shouted, "He doesn't lie! He was sent by God! Speak not with the heathen, listen not to the heathen!"


The general yelled, "Hold on a minute!"



He spoke over the radio again, "Fabus is not a liar! He was sent by God to save us! We have seen the footage and heard the boosts of the government of SafeHaven, we know what they'd been doing to our people. We know for sure."

The radio laughed pityingly. "You deluded fools! You're trapped in a city you used to control, your economy's going down the pan, and you still believe that Fabus is sent from a non-existent entity! Grow up, you young halfwits, and open your eyes!"

(General) "Your lack of faith sickens me. We are ready to die! Our women will also sooner die than submit to serving your sick lusts!"

"I'm getting tired of this," muttered one of the Major-Generals. Should we give them a bit of it?"
"No, not yet. We can afford to wait." He turned to his mug of tea. "How're the supplies holding out?"
"Alright, better than I hoped. Those MT-LBs are handy thing, eh?"
"Yes, that's true." The first MG looked to his watch. "When's the next flight due in?"
"Four hours, I think. Do we really need more SSMs?"
"You bet. These Christians are loons. We need some way to persuade them that making an attack on Libya's a bad move."

Five An-22s had left an airbase in southern DPUO nine hours before. In the back of the great aircraft rode ten SS-22 Scaleboard launchers.

CM Department of Internal Security operatives informed the Czar that there were 5,000 youths readying to fight to the death in his name, but they weren't bound to do so either by honor or duty. They were in Libya, not under CM rule, they were fighting of their own will.


(Fabus) "Well you want me to do what?"

(Navarre) "Tell them to surrender, there is no need for this fight to happen."

(Fabus) "Will they listen to me?"

(Navarre) (Sighing) "Sir, they think you're a prophet from God."

(Fabus) "Okay then, I'll send a message to them."

A message was broadcast to the village:

"Dies ist Joseph Mladic vom Radio der Weißer Leute, die Sie bringen, formulieren von der Zar sich selbst. Aufmerksamkeit treue Soldaten vom Leiter. Sie werden vom Propheten Fabus gefragt, Ihre Waffen aufzuzeichnen, und den Kampf aufzuhören. Diese Schlacht ist über für Sie, gibt es kein Bedürfnis für Sie, vergeblich zu sterben. Wenn Sie getötet sind, wird die Welt von Ihren Arischen Genen geraubt werden. Wir brauchen Sie zu leben und zu multiplizieren, haben überlegenen Qualität Arische Kinder."

The message was repeated in English:

"This is Joseph Mladic of the White People's Radio, bringing you words from the Czar himself. Attention loyal soldiers of the leader. You are being asked by the prophet Fabus to lay down your weapons and cease the fight. This battle is over for you, there is no need for you to die in vain. If you are killed, the world will be robbed of your Aryan genes. We need you to live and multiply, having superior quality Aryan children."

I could be really vicious and make them surrender voluntarily and not on his orders...

(General) (shouting to his command post) "No! That was not Mladic, those were not the word's of Fabus! Fabus is a prophet sent by Christ! He would not order us to stop the fight! If we die for Him, we go to paradise! Fear nothing!"

He smashed his hand against the table and screamed, "Tell the men to put their suits on!"

The order was issued, the youths put their youth sized NBC gear on, and readied for the worst, about 1/2 of them had body armor that actually was customized for them, the others had whatever body armor the commonwealth armory had in it.

There were six soldiers standing around inside a section of the old commonwealth garrison post, they came upon a large crated, marked "ALCM", one of them chuckled, "What is this?" one of them smiled, "It's a sign from God! We are to die for Fabus!" another one exclaimed, "Do you mean..." Another replied, "Yes, when the heathens enter the city, we all get blown to pieces!"

Another youth replied, "I don't think know... That sounded like Mladic, I think those really were the words of Fabus... We should give up, like he said."

"Surrender VOLUNTARILY, little boys! Your game is over! You cannot win this, no matter what you do! Even with a nuclear warhead, you could not win! WE HAVE MORE!" The voice on the radio cackled insanely, and then went back to playing propaganda music.

1,000 of the youths left their posts in the middle of the village, they were the reserves. They decided that it was all over, but they'd not suffer the dishonor of surrender. They gathered every available vehicle, mostly pickup trucks, jeeps, and hummers. 1/2 dozen in the bed of each truck, aiming their rifles and RPGS out, the 1000 rode off to crash head-on against the approaching forces. Their attack was to be supported by the three 155mm howitzers. Each of the soldiers shouted "Hail Fabus!" and "God is Great!" as they neared the distance that would put them in range of the enemy's guns...

"Here they come" exclaimed the pilot of a roving Su-33B excitedly over his radio. Below him, he could see the young fools rushing straight at the ring of steel round them. Yet the guns did not open fire. The youths were within the range of the guns from the moment they were in the village, yet still there was no fire.

Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.

The youths approached. The three guns briefly opened fire. Three shells hit the desert, and exactly nine point two seconds later, 10 Smerch launchers counterbatteried all three to death. The foolish young men were now a mere 17 Km from the tanks, which sighted in on them, waiting.

The 4,000 youths back in the village were all sitting around, most of them were smoking and drinking, talking about what to do.

One of them stood up and fired a pistol into the air as he knocked a bottle of liquor from another soldiers hands, "We are warriors of Fabus! Not drunks and bums! Get on your feet soldiers! Those broadcasts telling us to lay down our arms! They were from the enemy, obviously he is trying to fool us! We will fight to the death! Victory or death!"

The others started to shout, "Victory or death!" As they grabbed their rifles and rushed back to their positions.

"Dammit, we could hit them from here..."
"Wait for it," breathed the commander of one of the T-94Bs in the ring. His laser read 13 Km.

The Emperor of ITD is ordering all ITD air traffic to avoid flying within 150 miles of Libya.

ooc: This is an ALCM, which CM has.
http://www.af.mil/factsheets/factsheet.asp?fsID=74
http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/SPECIALS/2003/iraq/interactive/coalition/munitions/02.alcm.tomahawk.jpg

The 1,000 in the vehicles decided to start firing their MILANS and other AT weaponry, they weren't exactly sure if they had range, but they started lobbing TOWs, RPGS, and MILANS. (They're not in range)

After firing one round through each weapon, they realized they were well out of range and the trucks floored the gas to get into range faster. They knew the enemy tanks would get range first. It was going to be tough going in.

"Should I start?" asked the gunner nervously. His laser read 12.1Km.
"Give them a HE-FRAG shell."
The automatic loader whirred and clanked as the company commander got on his radio. He allowed thirty seconds so that even the most dense of the crews could get the rounds loaded. Nine thousand.
"Company - FIRE!"

The vehicles started going up in flames, one by one, they were all igniting as the rounds impacted. The youths in the backs of the trucks were largely blown clear of the trucks, but still wounded. They lay in the sounds, bleeding, wounded. Many were shouting for their mothers, many more were praying, some of them were shouting, "God is great!"


The attack had been halted before it even began, the jeeps and trucks blown to pieces, lay strewn across the desert.

Bodies hanging out the windows of destroyed trucks, pieces of the youths littered the field.

One of the youths was staggering forward, trying to steady an RPG with one hand as he tried to keep his guts from falling out of the hole in his stomach with his other hand. He collapsed over backwards, and landed in the sand, his guts spilling out alongside him.

"Reload!" bellowed tank commanders along the ring. The guns fell silent, the blast still dying away across the desert as the dying men writhed in the sand.

"Your friends have died. They did not surrender voluntarily. They attacked, and were killed. You should be careful not to be so foolish, children." The radio turned to a clock. "Every second that passes, the odds against you become more extreme. Every second that passes, your supplies of food and water diminish. Every second that passes, our supplies of food, water, fuel and ammunition are arriving." The message repeated at three-second intervals.

The general in the village called out on the speakers to all his men, "You are all excused from duty. I order you all to lay down your arms and return to your homes."


The soldiers dropped their weapons in neat piles right next to their positions and then walked back to their homes.

They always obeyed orders.

Broadcasted over the radio:
"Attention anti-white forces around the village, we have laid down our arms, and I am announcing our surrender. This is the commanding officer of the youths in the village."

"Are they still in there?" asked the gunner.
"Ach, probably. Until command cuts us loose I guess we just stay here." The crewmen watched through opened hatches as MT-LBs bearning food and water pulled up.

"Attention anti-white forces. We are awaiting instructions regarding how we are to make the surrender official."

"Well you can stop calling us anti-white for a start," shouted out a crewman. The rest of them laughed, then one grabbed a mike. "Hey, your mothers are black whores!" he yelled into the radio, as they all fell about laughing.

The general gritted his teeth as his face betrayed his anger, "Stop making dumb shit remarks, we have serious matters to discuss. And for the record, my mother is an aryan!"

"Aryan?" asked the same crewman over the radio. "Doesn't that mean "Jew-lover?" he asked, falling over again. He was still rolling about laughing when the platoon commander arrived, looking severe.
"Give...me...that," he growled.
"Yessir yessir!" stammered the young man as he handed over the mike.
The Lieutenant coughed and began.
"Now hear this! Attention Nazis within the village." He paused, licked his lips, and grinned. "Your mothers were black whores and your fathers were all Jewish bankers with clubbed feet who had to teach the whites to read!" He released the mike and grinned. "Bait the Nazi! Roll up, roll up, bait the Nazi, only tuppence a go!"

There was a distant drumming sound, and as quickly as it was noticed, an unidentified helicopter of Hadulan design quickly descended from the air around the ring. A rather gruff looking man, wearing the khaki uniform of the Hadulan fascist. He didn't waste any time, and spot out his tabacco and quickly swung himself up on top of one of the tanks, without warning or questions asked. He swung up his binoculars and scanned the target.

"I would like to thank you for trapping them. If you don't mind, Dominus Kawau is taking the situation in his hands. We only need you stand stand down for a few hours as we set up the operation."

N/m

The general flew into a rage, grabbing the intercom system for the speakers in the village, "The enemy has declared they will kill us all regardless of what we do, return to your posts and make ready to fight to the death!"

"Yes, sir. Of course. We cannot open the ring, though, sir, so you'll have to fly over us sir." The MG stopped and listened. "Oh no, wait, they're going to fight. Well that's alright I suppose. Anyway, do you still fancy going in?"

OOC: Hope no one minds me rping with group of special ops people in the area. If so tell me and i'll just delete the post(s)

IC:

55 This is 1029. We are sad to report that the camel can not land. I repeat the camel can not land. No escape. Do as you wish.

The leader of the team, told his team, the message he had just recieved. The newer Lt., freshly assighned to the team then said, "Well, what do we do now?" One of the captains on the team, then said, "I don't know about you, but I say we do what we can. We've been sittin here, just a kilometer or two away from them, watchin them prepare to fight to the death. Im tired of just laying under the sand, watching through the scope of a sniper rifle. I say we join them. We got no way out, so lets try to contact them and offer em what little we got." The Leader then turned, almost stunned, stared at the captain for a few seconds before regaining his composure and saying, "Soldier, I don't no whats gottin in to you, puttin others in front of yourself, gettin soft. But ya got a point. I cant order you all to do this, but if your with me, in helpin these people then lets go!" All of the men quickly replied, "Sir yes Sir." The Leader then replied, "Alright, get the youths on the horn, see if they can open up a gap for us to get in." The Captain then said, "Im on it sir." He than said into his radio, "We are near you, we were sent to help you. Open up a gap for 5min. and we'll be in the village. Once in we can offer you are services."

OOC: I know I never RPed them being near the village, but their mission was to alert as many WRM as possible of the extraction, so if they followed their mission, then they would stick to the more populated areas, and most likely notice the large movements in that area, and thus move close to it, to observe what was going on there.

OOC: TGF, you're aware that these kids have as much chance of opening a hole in this ring as I have of opening a hole in Mount Everest, right?

More OOC: From what i understood, yout perimeter was 22km back, im sayin that they were 1km ish away from the village before your troops arrived (reason above) Maybe I mis read or misunderstood.

AH! Alright. Sorry, my balls-up.

AH! Alright. Sorry, my balls-up.

no problem. I get confused by stuff I read quite often. mostly cause I dont like readin things

Heh. I'm just tired...stupid sleep pattern :)

Heh. I'm just tired...stupid sleep pattern :)

Know what you mean about sleep... only im tired because i got back from an 8 mile run like 2-3 hours ago...

The Czar had the DIS tap into the radio system in the village, "This is Czar Fabus." The soldiers all turned to the nearest speakers and stood in awe, they saluted. "I want you all to cease the fighting, if you needlessly die, then you cannot father aryan children and be with them to raise them into healthy aryan men. Do not question what I say, only obey."


The soldiers immediately dropped their rifles and started to file out of the village, hands in the air.

The man saw the people leaving.

"Hm, it would look bad if we used PANDEMIC on surrendering troops. Round them up, if you could, I would like to have my way with them. I will teach them racial superiority..."

The man gave a nasty grin, his yellowed dark teeth showing.

"'Allo, here they come again!" drawled a soldier cheerfully over his brew. "What do we do now man?" has asked his CO.
"I dunno. Shoot 'em?" he asked of nobody in particular. "Pass me a mug o' that, I'm parched...eh? Round 'em up?" he asked askance. "Well I'll be... ALRIGHT! JUMP TO IT!" he shouted. The soldiers and crewmen grinned, jeered, laughed at the Nazis as they were one by one made fast and sat waiting for the PoW convoys.

The youth general was the only soldier left in the village. The nineteen year old general sat down in his office, dismissed his staff (unarmed administration workers) and then pondered what to do. He spoke aloud with a sigh, "the bolsheviks will be here soon."

After hearing this, the special ops troops new what they had to do. They sat in a circle, they new what they had to do. The leader then spoke up, "No traces, No Failure, No escape" Each man in the team then pulled out a Frag Grenade and put them in the center of the circle. The Leader than said to his men, "It was an honor serving with you. We will reunite in heaven in total bliss, for we die well." Each man pulled the pin on his grenade and let it drop to the ground. Together they all began to shout "In your name die, to live forever" they shouted it again and again, until the grenades detonated. Killing the men and destroying most of their bodies.

Indeed they were. A column of nine T-94Bs split into three columns of three and began to roll through the village, infantry riding on the tanks with their rifles and grenades, singing "On the March" and "We are the Red Cavalry". Not even the grenades exploding seemed to bother anybody.

Colonel Lani smiled. He hated every last one of those Aryans. Every, last, one. And he was going to make sure they would be punished. But no, he must be merciful. No need to have the Dominion gain new enemies.

"Where is the leader of this operation? I must speak with him!"

A Sergeant turned to see who had addressed him and started as he say who it was. He stood to attention. "Major Generals Ivanov and Shaunessey are back at the base in Waddan, sir. They led the operation sir. General Woodhouse is with the artillery teams sir." The Sergeant pointed off to the West.

Indeed they were. A column of nine T-94Bs split into three columns of three and began to roll through the village, infantry riding on the tanks with their rifles and grenades, singing "On the March" and "We are the Red Cavalry". Not even the grenades exploding seemed to bother anybody.


About 1,000 Young women slowly emerged from the houses, and a few dozen old men, about 1/2 dozen young men, and then the youth commander. None of them were armed. Some of the women were holding babies in their arms, pondering their fate. One of the elderly men, who had lived through the Soviet occupation of Germany, jumped off the radio tower and to his death, landing on the ground with a loud thud.


The youth general strode down the stairs of the command post, and walked to meet the enemy commander.

Colonel Lani smiled. He hated every last one of those Aryans. Every, last, one. And he was going to make sure they would be punished. But no, he must be merciful. No need to have the Dominion gain new enemies.

"Where is the leader of this operation? I must speak with him!"


One of the soldiers, just a youth of 14, asked one of the Hadulan soldiers in a pitiful yet outwardly cheerful tone, "Excuse me sir, can you give me some water, please."

Lani nodded.

"I need to round up all the feisty young Aryan-filth you have here. I need to speak with them before their deportation. Dominus's orders."

He grinned, almost as if he was thinking of something quite amusing.

"Who the hell are you?" asked an infantryman, jumping down off the tank and levelling his rifle at the youth. He stared aghast at the women crowding the streets. So many widows.

One of the soldiers, just a youth of 14, asked one of the Hadulan soldiers in a pitiful yet outwardly cheerful tone, "Excuse me sir, can you give me some water, please."
Lani looked down from the tank. He was one out of ten of the Hadulans who came to finish the operation. He stepped down.

"Yeah, heres some water, don't waste it, Aryan."

He tossed a flask rather dismissively down at the young one.

Damn, we're getting out of sync.

"Yessir. I can take you to the General if you want, sir," stammered the now hopelessly worried Sergeant.

Lani nodded.

"I need to round up all the feisty young Aryan-filth you have here. I need to speak with them before their deportation. Dominus's orders."

He grinned, almost as if he was thinking of something quite amusing.


A youth lieutenant, 17, was sitting down in the field, he stood up and offered a hadulan soldier a fabus premium cigarillo, expensive tobacco, good tobacco. He started to make conversation with the man as he lit the smoke for him, "So, where are we all going to wind up? Will we get to go home?"

Lani looked down from the tank. He was one out of ten of the Hadulans who came to finish the operation. He stepped down.

"Yeah, heres some water, don't waste it, Aryan."

He tossed a flask rather dismissively down at the young one.


The boy caught it, and solemnly said, "Thank you sir.. You people don't seem so bad... The radio said you'd behead us all."

A youth lieutenant, 17, was sitting down in the field, he stood up and offered a hadulan soldier a fabus premium cigarillo, expensive tobacco, good tobacco. He started to make conversation with the man as he lit the smoke for him, "So, where are we all going to wind up? Will we get to go home?"
He nodded to the Aryan. He took a dragon on the well-made cigarillo.

"I need you to round up all your men up in the town square, I must speak with the seargant here."

He turned to the DPUO seargant.

"I am Colonel Lani, leader of the Hadula LJFA. I need you to make sure all fo the militants of all ages to be taken to the center stage, I'll explain the details to your commanding officer, and he will tell you when you need to know."

I urge The Libyan government to treat the men who surrendered well. After all they did surrender, treat them well, send them home, thats all they ever wanted.

-The God Falltothzu

He nodded to the Aryan. He took a dragon on the well-made cigarillo.

"I need you to round up all your men up in the town square, I must speak with the seargant here."

He turned to the DPUO seargant.

"I am Colonel Lani, leader of the Hadula LJFA. I need you to make sure all fo the militants of all ages to be taken to the center stage, I'll explain the details to your commanding officer, and he will tell you when you need to know."


The lieutenant shouted to a colonel who had a bullhorn in his pack, "Sir, get everybody rounded up!"

The colonel shouted through the bullhorn for the youths to all follow him. They fell in and started to march as ordered.

The Sergeant gulped. "Yes sir," he replied, and sprinted over to an MT-LB command vehicle that had just pulled up. For a while nothing happened, then slowly the infantry began to herd the men into the square. A tall figure, bent low, stepped from the MT-LB's cramped interior.
"Woodhouse," he said simply. "What can I do you for, Colonel?"

The Sergeant gulped. "Yes sir," he replied, and sprinted over to an MT-LB command vehicle that had just pulled up. For a while nothing happened, then slowly the infantry began to herd the men into the square. A tall figure, bent low, stepped from the MT-LB's cramped interior.
"Woodhouse," he said simply. "What can I do you for, Colonel?"
Lani absent-mindily looked towards Woodhouse and began to speak.

"Hadula is sending its carriers to pick these one's up. We will be tranquilizing them for the journey, but the women, children, and elderly will be named non-combatants, but keep a close eye. Before I personally inspect all of the Aryan combatants, I would like for your men to search the village for any stragglers, confiscate all weaponry, and search the men's person for any weaponry, explosives, or anything else remotely dangerous."

Lani absent-mindily looked towards Woodhouse and began to speak.

"Hadula is sending its carriers to pick these one's up. We will be tranquilizing them for the journey, but the women, children, and elderly will be named non-combatants, but keep a close eye. Before I personally inspect all of the Aryan combatants, I would like for your men to search the village for any stragglers, confiscate all weaponry, and search the men's person for any weaponry, explosives, or anything else remotely dangerous."


The general from the village walked towards the Hadulans, carrying his sword in both hands in front of him... He asked the first officer he saw, "Please give this to your commander for me."

"Right, I'll get them onto that. By the by, good of you to come down here. We were just gonna kill the bastards," said Woodhouse distastefully. "Anyway." He went back to his MT-LB, and soon soldiers were entering every house in the village, checking through them for rigged charges, weapons, and any humans.

OOC: Well, looky here.

Radical muslims, which I want dead, versus CM, which I want dead.

Choices, choices, choices.... :D


---This has been an OOC post---

OOC: Well, looky here.

Radical muslims, which I want dead, versus CM, which I want dead.

Choices, choices, choices.... :D


---This has been an OOC post---
[OOC: If you are referring to Libya, they are not radical, they are trying to prevent a muslim-CM conflict. However, the Dominion Hadulans will show no mercy to an Aryan, LJFA Native Hadulans are known for especially hating those like the Aryans.]

One of the youths, a lieutenant about 16 years old, tapped a DPUO soldier on the shoulder and proudly boasted, "You should be glad we were ordered to give up, it would have cost you over 20,000 men to take the village from us!"

The gloom that had shrouded the Homs airbase since the sun went down had yet to clear, with only the bright points of the runway lights and the feebler glowing of the perimeter buildings and tower in the distance to pierce the untouched darkness. A mist seemed to hang on the surfaces of everything, caressing with cold clammy fingers over living and dead things alike. Then out of the murk came a single spot of bright, yellow light, joined an instant later by two more, one red, one green. The bulbous nose of the first of the five An-22s approached through the dark, propellers thrashing the air to keep its' bulk aloft as it seemd to stretch out, grateful for the chance to rest after the long journey. Within the cargo spaces of the huge machines, a pair of SS-22s resided, each with a 500 kiloton thermonuclear warhead.

One of the Hadulan men pushed the youth.

"You've been ordererd to file up in the square Aryan. And your in no position to be boasting, now go t oyour pack like the dog you are."

He particularly put much distaste in the word Aryan.

"Hey kid!" called the soldier. The youth turned. "Try learning about proper soldiering before you play games with us." The soldier shook his head and walked away. Little boys playing their little games.

One of the youths, about 17, was laughing as he told his friends, "Yes, I was in the armored corps of the Commonwealth Army, my unit wiped out an enemy sapper unit, I killed three arab dogs myself!"


The other youths started to move to where the Hadulans were directing them.

A soldier heard that. Without hesitating he turned and fired off five rounds from the hip into the youth's gut. The soldier kicked him twice in the head, just to be sure, then turned to the rest.
"Any one of you opens your stinking Nazi mouths again, and you'll get the same. Save it until you get back home to that armpit you call a country."

One of the youths whispered to his friend, "The radio said they'd kill us all, none of us will make it out of here alive. We should try to get to depot and set off the bomb, take them all with us."

The friend whispered back, "As we march towards the center of the city, try to fall off to the side of the line and then bolt for the depot."

A soldier heard that. Without hesitating he turned and fired off five rounds from the hip into the youth's gut. The soldier kicked him twice in the head, just to be sure, then turned to the rest.
"Any one of you opens your stinking Nazi mouths again, and you'll get the same. Save it until you get back home to that armpit you call a country."


One of the youth captains stepped forward and addressed the ranking DPUO officer, "Sir, I must protest the conduct of your men, they are violating the international rules of war as established under the Geneva convention!"

The same man say the two lean toward one another. He swiftly strode in and grabbed the youth's ear. "WHAT DID YOU SAY SCUM!" he bellowed, then kicked him in the stomach. "Fucking Nazi! GET UP!" shouted the soldier as he kicked the kid in the face. "WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" He desisted, then spat angrily at his friend. "And you! What were you going to do, eh? Come on, out with it! Or do you want to martyr yourselves for that arse-bandit of a leader?" The man's CO simply watched from where he was leaning against a wall. FInally, when he had seen enough - the soldier had meanwhile been steadily kicking the life from the first youth - he called to the man.
"Hey Burns!" he shouted. Burns turned to look at him. "Let 'em go. Not worth soiling your boots with them." The Sergeant turned to the Captain, his face a twisted into an expression of disgust. "Don't talk to me of the Geneva convention, Nazi," he hissed. "In line!"

The same man say the two lean toward one another. He swiftly strode in and grabbed the youth's ear. "WHAT DID YOU SAY SCUM!" he bellowed, then kicked him in the stomach. "Fucking Nazi! GET UP!" shouted the soldier as he kicked the kid in the face. "WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" He desisted, then spat angrily at his friend. "And you! What were you going to do, eh? Come on, out with it! Or do you want to martyr yourselves for that arse-bandit of a leader?" The man's CO simply watched from where he was leaning against a wall. FInally, when he had seen enough - the soldier had meanwhile been steadily kicking the life from the first youth - he called to the man.
"Hey Burns!" he shouted. Burns turned to look at him. "Let 'em go. Not worth soiling your boots with them."



The youth captain again addressed the CO, "Sir, I must seriously protest the conduct of your men!"

re-read, sorry. Getting outta sync.

One of the youths whispered to his friend, "The radio said they'd kill us all, none of us will make it out of here alive. We should try to get to depot and set off the bomb, take them all with us."

The friend whispered back, "As we march towards the center of the city, try to fall off to the side of the line and then bolt for the depot."
A Hadulan troop was inspecting the line, and hit one of the youths bluntly in the back of the head.

"No talking!"

His eyes were now plastered on the two. They were trouble makers.

"That's the last of them?" asked the Colonel of Logistics as the rear light of the last MAZ-543 winked away into the early morning, pre-dawn blackness that lay over the ground, accompanied by the low, blaring clatter of the escorting BMP-3Ms and ZSU-23-4s.
"Yes. No problems, they all got off fine," replied the Major. "Can't help wondering why they were ordered there." He breathed on his fingers to counteract the chill in the pre-dawn air.
"It is to our advantage, comrade, to follow our orders," replied the Colonel shortly. "I would be careful about enquiring too hard if I were you. The order came from high up." The Major swallowed and realised with an inner gloom what that meant. The Colonel was a stickler for following higher authority. He didn't want it to affect his chances of promotion; the reviews were due in November.
"Well, I'm happy with that. By the way, I found some rather good scotch on the market only a couple of days ago. Do you fancy some?" asked the Major hopefully.
"Well, if you're offering..." the Colonel tailed off, looking out over the ocean at the small outline of a trawler. "By the way, I always thought you a very good officer."

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Aboard the MAZ-543s, the missile crews carefully checked their instruments that monitored the missiles, then one by one, those not driving fell to sleep. The vehicles moved quickly along the ancient coast road that had once heard only the noise of horses and camels, the footsteps of men and beasts. A small desert rat looked out from its' hole as the column went past with a roar of engines and squeal of tracks, then passed and was lost to sight, swallowed by the darkness and the shadows of the dunes.

As Sidrah, 06:10

The convoy rolled onward, now less three of the massive MAZ-543s that had turned away along the road south from Surt to their deployment positions in the desert. Only one of the SS-22s was moving to Waddan. The other two were veing driven to constructed, hidden locations in the desert. The sunrise gleamed off the windscreens of the otherwise dun-painted machines as they lumbered on toward their positions.

Meanwhile, the main group continued along the North Coast road, passing nothing more than a few villages and fishing boats. The villagers looked with a mix of indifference and suspicion at the missiles as they passed through, blank incomprehension on their faces, unaware that each one carried enough destructive power to raze a city. Toward Ajdabaya, the column marched on, a great tail of dust behind it that gradually subsided in its' wake, leaving silence as the desert once more returned to deathly stillness.

N.B. I will be gone for four days, I'm coming back on the 31st. Enjoy yourselves guys!

A Hadulan troop was inspecting the line, and hit one of the youths bluntly in the back of the head.

"No talking!"

His eyes were now plastered on the two. They were trouble makers.


As the line of youths was nearing the center of the village, one of the youths who had been talking leaped from the line and ran for the Commonwealth Armory Depot... The soldiers were fast to react, firing bursts at him after he failed to comply with their shouts of "Halt!" and "Stop!"... But all the bullets seemed to impact too short or too far from their intended mark. The dirt flew up into the air as streams of bullets smashed into it. The youth dove into the Commonwealth Armory and slammed the steel doors shut, locking them. They were the front doors, the wall around it was a concrete one with razor wire on the top.

The youth began to ready the ALCM for detonation.


The Hadulans surrounded the armory and readied to try to storm it, they had no idea what was inside.


They had no idea until the boy cried out, "We're all going to die! You were thinking you'd just kill us and be on your merry way! You're wrong! We all die! There is an ALCM in here!"

As the line of youths was nearing the center of the village, one of the youths who had been talking leaped from the line and ran for the Commonwealth Armory Depot... The soldiers were fast to react, firing bursts at him after he failed to comply with their shouts of "Halt!" and "Stop!"... But all the bullets seemed to impact too short or too far from their intended mark. The dirt flew up into the air as streams of bullets smashed into it. The youth dove into the Commonwealth Armory and slammed the steel doors shut, locking them. They were the front doors, the wall around it was a concrete one with razor wire on the top.

The youth began to ready the ALCM for detonation.


The Hadulans surrounded the armory and readied to try to storm it, they had no idea what was inside.


They had no idea until the boy cried out, "We're all going to die! You were thinking you'd just kill us and be on your merry way! You're wrong! We all die! There is an ALCM in here!"
David Lani flicked off his new cigarillo almost bored, and simply nodded to the aide at his side.

He bgan to shoat rather hoarsly.

"Come on out now, we will not kill you, despite what your government tells you. We are preparing you for deportation into Mississippi, Dominus's orders. I am here for one thing only, to see you Aryans never see Libya again. I don't care if your in Mississippi, or Tura, there isn't much difference. I am here on orders and I intend on carrying them out. Note also that we have checked the Armory already, it was the most obvious place to check for hiding guerillas or weapons. We have situated a concentrated PANDEMIC seed in the area, and because of the nature of our weapon, it won't reach much farther than the Armory, as it is only useful when highly concentrated. YOur explosives aren't there, Aryan. Just come out and get ready for departure with the rest of them."
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The man he had nodded to was already arming the helicopters in case of emergency, it wouldn't be hard to drive the escapee out with the PANDEMIC Wasp if the new experimental system failed to kill him. Chemical weapons had made huge advances in the year that the Dominion has been in control of Hadula. It was mostly do to Kawau's insistence on the destruction of all whites and hispanics in Hadula. However, there were, other methods that were being developed. Biological weapons, to put it bluntly. However, it was time to test the PANDEMIC perimeter weapon that they could use easily on a trap against the recent "proletarian" revolutionaries. Installing them in major production centers would also avert them from revolt, as at any moment they could all die from the deadly PANDEMIC chemical.

The soldier called out through the door, "I'm coming out!" and then he swung the door open and slowly walked out... Nervous that they might kill him outright, or perhaps make it slow and painful.

One of the Hadulans grabbed him by the collar and started to drag him away. As they were doing this, another Hadulan could see a stream of liquid rapidly flowing down his pants, the boy was pissing his pants. He asked in a meek and hesitant voice, "Are you going to kill me?"

The Hadulan soldier grinned.

"Your already dead to us. And so are your children."

He tossed him into the ranks of the men. Finally they had been gathered up. Colonel Lani smiled and slowly walked up, scanning the group of Aryans. His khaki uniform was lit up by the sun, showing off his built-body well. He nodded. A logistics transport had pulled up, with a flatbed on its back. A tarp covered the contents.

"We are not here to kill you, no, we are merely sending you back to that shithole where you belong. Now, we must do this efficiently and quickly. I say, go back to your homes, enjoy your little lives, have many, many children, grow happy, happy families. You'll all rot in Tura afterwards. I just want you to know something, when you get there, that you will always know that your are inferior. You are inferior for violating your body. Perfection can always be inperfection at the same time, and you, you will always remember that you were defeated, and you lived. You will carry this down from you to your children, then to their children, and to your descendents until your kind wallow to death in the morass of "perfection" that inevitably awaits them. You, however, are spared, spared to have this in your minds at all times, spared so you can live meaningless, tortuous lives without turmoil or conflict, and without foresight or any true direction. Sickening. That is what you reactionaries are. Sickening. Now, you are to be tranquilized, so stand still."

With that, the lined up youths were meet with the barrels of the tranqulizer rifles gathered from the truck. With a stark wave of the hand, they all fired at once, sinking into their targets. The greyish-red mixture was injected, and soon they were in deep comatose.

David Lani looked stoicly upon them. He then turned to his aide.

"Tell the APCs and DPUO to ship this pile of filth to Mississippi, the cargo ship is awaiting. I don't care wat Fabus says either way, he's getting back this load of flesh whether he likes it our not. I will see to it that they never see Libya again!"

[OOC: THe tranquilizer is extremely effective, a product of the precious ganga leaves in Hadula's rainforest. It lasts 3 days, and it will be enough to ship them up in the cargo ships and start the voyage.]

The approximately one-thousand young women and twenty men standing around outside their homes saw the youths go down, one of the women shouted, "Oh my God, they're killing them! It's a massacre!"


One of the men shouted, "They'll kill the men and ravage the women, just as Mladic said!"

The crowds of people scattered as the people in the crowds ran for their homes, to find any way to commit suicide before it was too late.

The approximately one-thousand young women and twenty men standing around outside their homes saw the youths go down, one of the women shouted, "Oh my God, they're killing them! It's a massacre!"


One of the men shouted, "They'll kill the men and ravage the women, just as Mladic said!"

The crowds of people scattered as the people in the crowds ran for their homes, to find any way to commit suicide before it was too late.
Lani looked at them.

"Like insects, they scatter at the mere whim of a danger. Let them die, if they are so inclined. THe ones that don't, take them and taken them with the men. Lets get going men."

One of the people who choose to commit suicide did so by setting off 1000 lbs of C4 explosive he had concealed in his basement. The explosion shook the entire village and not a window was left intact. The others were shaken back into reality by the blast and now seemed less inclined to kill themselves. But over 40 citizens and probably at least 1/2 dozen Hadulan soldiers were killed by the massive blast.

Ooc- Hadula, you state whatever you want for numbers killed wounded etc. I'm just saying, some of your guys are going to get it from that blast. It's a big bomb!


Ooc added: The women are going to scatter, because they're not anxious to get raped, especially by arab soldiers. They'd sooner kill themselves than suffer that indignity (Much like Saipan where the Japanese soldiers told the civilians to jump off the cliffs lest the "yankee beasts" ravage them)

The Ottoman Khaif Goverment
Ask the Leadership of Libya to agreed to a summit on the future of Libyan relations with Ottoman Khaif,And discuss the Libya becoming the a Semi-Independent Statehood with the Ottoman Empire.
We await you word.

The Ottoman Khaif Goverment
Ask the Leadership of Libya to agreed to a summit on the future of Libyan relations with Ottoman Khaif,And discuss the Libya becoming the a Semi-Independent Statehood with the Ottoman Empire.
We await you word.
We will come to the summit, though we are wary of your intentions.
- Fariyah Al-Aziz, Libyan Prime Minister

We will come to the summit, though we are wary of your intentions.
- Fariyah Al-Aziz, Libyan Prime Minister
The summit will be in Damascus.It will start tomorrow.

"We will not allow imperialists to colonize Libya under any circumstances!" Paul Stahlecker.

"We will not allow imperialists to colonize Libya under any circumstances!" Paul Stahlecker.
"Imperialism would imply that we were conquered. We will decide our own fate.
- Fariyah Al-Aziz, Prime Minister of Libya

The Terms of Vassal Statehood
1.Libya will have 4 seats in the Parliament

2.Two Seats in the House of Vizers

3.can elect a Prime Minister to deal with local issues.

4.A viceroy will be a appoint by the Ottoman Goverment

5.Ottoman Empire will handle the Foreign affair and Defense of Libya

6. all resouces of Libya are State own and money made it will go to the Projects that help Libya

7.The Ottoman Goverment will sent 260 billion gold grands in order to build up Libya.

The Terms of Vassal Statehood
1.Libya will have 4 seats in the Parliament

2.Two Seats in the House of Vizers

3.can elect a Prime Minister to deal with local issues.

4.A viceroy will be a appoint by the Ottoman Goverment

5.Ottoman Empire will handle the Foreign affair and Defense of Libya

6. all resouces of Libya are State own and money made it will go to the Projects that help Libya

7.The Ottoman Goverment will sent 260 billion gold grands in order to build up Libya.
Fahriyah thought for a small moment. SHe the nspoke.

"The Libyan people would only ask of one more term. That if the Ottoman Khaif governemtn ever did us injustice, that we may secede and become an independent state, though I doubt this may happen."

Fahriyah thought for a small moment. SHe the nspoke.

"The Libyan people would only ask of one more term. That if the Ottoman Khaif governemtn ever did us injustice, that we may secede and become an independent state, though I doubt this may happen."
The Ottoman Goverment will grant the right to descuss this injustice and work it out.If this fail,Libya will be grant the right of Secede.

The Ottoman Goverment will grant the right to descuss this injustice and work it out.If this fail,Libya will be grant the right of Secede.
"Then we will join your state. Make all preperations and such required. We are now in your hands."

We are pleased to see Libya is in safe hands.

OOC:can we close this RP up or finnsh this up?Because I have to go school and time waiting for post from me.will take up to two or three day to get post from me.

Hadula, seeing that the situation in Libya taken care of, will now remove all Hadulan armed personnel, and suggest that all do the same. We have declared this situation resolved.

"Then we will join your state. Make all preperations and such required. We are now in your hands."


"This is unacceptable, we will consider a naval quarantine of Libya should it attempt to become a possession of a foreign potentate. We will not allow Libya to be used by foreign nations as a staging area for missile and conventional attacks against the other nations of region, particularly Mississippian Egypt. Libya will remain free and independent." Paul Stahlecker

"This is unacceptable, we will consider a naval quarantine of Libya should it attempt to become a possession of a foreign potentate. We will not allow Libya to be used by foreign nations as a staging area for missile and conventional attacks against the other nations of region, particularly Mississippian Egypt. Libya will remain free and independent." Paul Stahlecker
"And with independence comes freedom of choice to do as we wish. We will not allow you to run our course, stay out of this, this is our own affairs."
- Fariyah Al-Aziz

[OOC: We should wait for DPUO to get back before continuing, no?]

"This is unacceptable, we will consider a naval quarantine of Libya should it attempt to become a possession of a foreign potentate. We will not allow Libya to be used by foreign nations as a staging area for missile and conventional attacks against the other nations of region, particularly Mississippian Egypt. Libya will remain free and independent." Paul Stahlecker

The freely chosen government of Libya has decided to join OK, CM. We shall respect this unconditionally.

"And with independence comes freedom of choice to do as we wish. We will not allow you to run our course, stay out of this, this is our own affairs."
- Fariyah Al-Aziz


"But then the world must respect that Egypt has chosen to remain Mississippian Egypt and to stay with us. We don't want you to allow Libya to become a haven for anti-CM agitation demagogues." Paul Stahlecker.

"But then the world must respect that Egypt has chosen to remain Mississippian Egypt and to stay with us. We don't want you to allow Libya to become a haven for anti-CM agitation demagogues." Paul Stahlecker.

We know that, and we fully respect Egypt's wishes. However, Libya has chosen to join Ottoman Khaif. I see no reason why it should not happen.

We know that, and we fully respect Egypt's wishes. However, Libya has chosen to join Ottoman Khaif. I see no reason why it should not happen.



"Very well, we shall not object, so long as Libya doesn't become a satellite of DPUO or any other marxist part of the afro-asiatic bloc." Paul Stahlecker.

"Very well, we shall not object, so long as Libya doesn't become a satellite of DPUO or any other marxist part of the afro-asiatic bloc." Paul Stahlecker.

I assure you, Sevaris's strong presence in the Med will not allow Marxism to take hold. We know for a fact DPUO has no interest in taking Africa anyway.
-Yuna Alessandri, Foreign Minister

CM talks about Libya becomeing a "possession of a foreign potentate... to be used by foreign nations as a staging area for missile and conventional attacks against the other nations of region..."

CM doesn't have a leg to stand on. You used lybia for these purposes, not us.

In another comment CM referes to many nations as "...DPUO or any other marxist part of the afro-asiatic bloc." and say other things like "...This is unacceptable, we will consider a naval quarantine of Libya should it attempt to become a possession of a foreign potentate...." Again, you have no leg to stand on. While the free world is against your policies because they take rights away, they praise us for our advances in the rights of our people. We have been offened by these remarks and demand an apology.

-partial speech made earlier today in a USSNA press conference.

CM talks about Libya becomeing a "possession of a foreign potentate... to be used by foreign nations as a staging area for missile and conventional attacks against the other nations of region..."

CM doesn't have a leg to stand on. You used lybia for these same purposes.

In another comment CM referes to many nations as "...DPUO or any other marxist part of the afro-asiatic bloc." and say other things like "...This is unacceptable, we will consider a naval quarantine of Libya should it attempt to become a possession of a foreign potentate...." Again, you have no leg to stand on. While the free world is against your policies because they take rights away, they praise us for our advances in the rights of our people. We have been offened by these remarks and demand an apology.

-partial speech made earlier today in a USSNA press conference.


Paul Stahlecker stood up before a camera, broadcasting live feed to USSNA senate, he slowly started to speak. "I have heard you want an apology... Well here is what I say to you... I am sorry that your head is shoved so far up your ass that you cannot see the light of day. You're all brainwashed lemmings being taken to the slaughter."

OOC: You should not have done this, fool. I am not amused.

IC: The comments made by the dogs from Mississippi, where the idea of being civilised is as alien as the idea of not being inbred or of not going round waving guns in the air and having the IQ of a rubber plant, are sadly mistaken if they think they will enforce any blockades of any kind on anyone, let alone on Libya. Libya is going to become independent, and because of that, it will be allowed to do WHAT IT LIKES, not what a load of gun-waving cousin-screwing Nazi nutcases want it to. If Mr. Stahlecker and his cronies would like to get into a Naval war over this matter, they're quite welcome to, that's assuming they can get their cocks out of their sisters and do something useful rather than simply spreading their worthless genetic detritus over this already polluted planet.

In other words: Come and have a go, if you think you're hard enough.

- Foreign Ministry press release. It is speculated that the Foreign Minister did not allow this to undergo editing before publication.

OOC: Have just discovered also that Homs is a place in Syria, it would seem; thus all references to Homs are references to Al Khums (the atlas I used said they were one and the same), sorry for any confusion.

IC: "So gentlemen I think that about wraps it up. The Nazis are coming," concluded Admiral Fisher with distaste.
"What do we do now?" asked Admiral Hodges.
"We wait for MoD orders," commented Admiral Balakirev. "We wait until they get their bureaucratic heads from up their..." He was cut off by the chuntering of the printer in the command centre.
"Signal from SFC. Probably telling us to stand by," noted Fisher sourly. He crossed to the printer and read the message. "Well!" he exclaimed. When fisher returned to the table, he was beaming. The other officers looked at him expectantly. Fisher smiled as he looked around them. "We're off!"

AuthCOde: 8787745 N *2121 (128)
To: Adm. Fisher, CinCSoFltF1
From: SFC

Proceed Libya forthwith. Ensure blockade impossible. Use all necessary and available forces.

Available to you 4 CVBGs, 1 BBCG, 5 BBBG, 7 BCBG, 4 SAG.
Sub forces accompanying: 6
Make ready to leave immediately.

IC: The DPUO ships waited and waited, and no CM or Commonwealth Ships ever arrived to initiate a blockade.


Secret IC: In the Foreign Affairs Ministry building, the Czar Fabus was yelling at Paul Stahlecker.


(Czar) "Why the fuck do you keep saying things that you've not been told to say... You may not realize this... But the navy is under my command. I set foreign policy, you just make it known... You're not to go around shouting, "Blockade!" When I've said nothing along those lines!"

(Paul) "I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again."

(Czar) "See that it doesn't."

Public Announcement IC: "This is Joseph Mladic of the White People's Radio Network, coming to you live from Jackson City in Mississippi. Earlier rumors that a naval quarantine of Libya was being considered are false. Mr. Stahlecker took it upon himself to make such announcements and his statements did not represent the policies of this government. The matter has been dealt with and Mr. Stahlecker gives his apologies. We thank you all for your understanding."

OOC: Just a quick bump here :)

IC: Jalu, Eastern Libya

The blistering heat of the midday sun bounced from the sand-dunes, superheating the already shimmering air. The clatter of a pot, left in the road, sounded among the group of small, dilapidated houses as it was blown by the wind. That wind whistled between the buildings, through alleyways and between the ill-fitting shutters of windows, blowing with it sand from the endless desert beyond the town.

The peace was about to be disturbed. The keening of the wind was soon competing with a new sound: the roar of diesel engines, punctuated by the sqeak and clatter of tracks. Another SS-22 had detached from the main group at Ajdabiyah, and was now moving with its' support vehicles to the town with its' escort. From the shimmering, dancing air, a shimmering, dancing image of a T-94B tank appeared, a cloud of yellow-white dust spurting behind it, spraying into the following BMP-3Ms and their cargo, the MAZ-543 with its reload and fueling units. High above, agile MiG-29MUs from the Al-Bayda airbase circled.