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After action report of Specialist Lee Chun


Korean border between Drapol and South Korea
0200 hours

"Ahn young," Lee said quietly in greeting to her comrade, who almost slipped off her seat.

"Careful!" Corporal Kim Minhee admonished. "I could have killed you!"

Lee smiled. "Dont be silly," she replied. "Not like the Drapoel will attack; they are our allies, remember? We even gave those J-10s to them. I doubt they will be so ungrateful as to-"

At that moment, the door creaked open, Both turned around, startled, but relaxed when they saw their duty officer, Lieutenant Noka, a quiet, tall Islandian female.

"You two should have your pistols up," Noka admonished, slipping off her helmet. "Who knows if-"

Outside, a twig cracked. The three of them frowned, and reached for their pistols simulatenously-

Just in time to be blinded by a flash of light. Noka, closest tot he door, quickly dived behind a desk, and drew her pistol, even as she couldnt see anything.

The whole world exploded as the door was kicked aside and a weapon fired. Through the haze that obscured her eyes, Lee could see Noka die first, hit by bullet to her face, the only unarmored part of her body.

Next to her, Kim quickly fired at the intruder, who managed to roll before she depressed the trigger. He fired at her, hitting her in the knee and bringing her to one foot, and shot again, hitting her in the throat (her flakvest was half unzipped).

Lee barely had time to react; she had been staring at the door, and as such, was the one who was affected the most by the flashbang. She had fumbled for her pistol and drew it quickly, although she could not see anything.

The intruder's shot hit her in the chest, luckily where her flakvest had protected her, but his second shot slammed into her shoulder, exposed when she staggered back from the force of his shot. She dropped her pistol and fell, sliding behind a desk, and fumbled for Kim's pistol, which lay next to her. She quickly picked it up and pumped a shot into the intruder's knee.

She rose, and was about to fire another shot, but was gone. By this time, she could hear response forces from both sides of the DMZ shouting, and gunfire broke out. Medics rushed into their bunker, and before she knew it, Lee passed out from the profuse blood loss...

After action report of Lieutenant Chi Tan, commander of the reaction force

0235 hours
Korean border, Forward Area Bei

The gunshots cracked through the night, disrupting the calm. In the command bunker, a call quickly went out, and the watch commander, a captain, quickly roused his subordinate, Lieutenant Chi.

"Shots fired!" he yelled at Lieutenant Chi as he quickly depressed the klaxon button. "Let's go! Take your men there!"

"But there are only thirty in the forward team!" Chi protested, even as he suited up. "Intelligence indicates there are more than a hundred Drapol over on the other side of the border!"

"NO time!" his superior said. "Bei is under attack! We have to help them! Get on-scene and secure the area! I'll coordinate help and get an airstrike going!"

"FIne," CHi replied. His captain was resonable, as usual; Chi was quite bad at calling in air support, to say it mildly. He ended up almost killing two men during an exercise. "Just get our backup going!"

He quickly ran outside, issuing orders to his NCOs. No longer sleepy, soldiers quickly threw on combat vests, pants, and boots, having no time to fit their full gear; most simply wore their black spidersilk body glove, combat vests, helmets, pants, boots, night vision goggles, and a belt of ammunition.

Chi sighed as he buckled on his assault harness and jumped into the passenger seat of the lead HMMVW. Someone took the roof gunner position and the convoy roared out, speeding the 400 meters to Forward Area Bei.

The men rushed out the doors, activating their NVGs and taking cover behind the bunkers and some makeshift barricades. They all could hear the distant roar of fire, and some cringed as tracers erupted all around them.

"Lancers, return fire!" Chi roared over his helmet intercom, as the men fanned out and fired back at the North Korean side. There were only thirty men, and as Chi watched several of his soldiers fall, he began to worry.

He triggered the radio. "This is Response Team Shai," he said quickly, in English. "We are at For-ward A-re-a Bei, and ta-king fire. Help requested."

At that moment, several men emerged with Specialist Lee, who was bleeding from her wounds.

"What happened?" Chi demanded, as his medics tended to her.

"Intruder," she croaked, her voice barely audible. "Lieutenant Noka and Spc Kim...down...taken by surprise..."

she coughed profusely, and blood leaked out her mouth from the internal bleeding in her chest.

"Take her to a hospital area!" Chi shouted, as another explosion rang next to him and several men cried out. He swore, and nodded to his rocket crews.

Five HE rounds streaked into the night, slamming against hills ont he other side of the border. Whether or not they hit anything was debatable.

The fire kept coming, an unrelenting hail of death that did not pause, and did not hesitate to wipe out Chi's men.

"Lieutenant!" one of his NCOs shouted. "We have three killed, and ten men out of action! Requesting withdrawal!"

"No!" Chi answered, not even looking up from his SAR-21 assault rifle. "Gunners hold your positions! Lay down covering fire! Riflemen will advance!"

"Advancing?" the NCO asked in confusion. "BUt we're-"

"Do it!" he shouted, and popped a smoke round into his grenade launcher. He nodded to several other men, and they all triggered their smoke grenades, which lay a cloud of thick, red smoke on the border area.

At that moment, backup forces arrived......

OOC
someone rp backup forces!

ooc: Agrigento is going to be the head of the Neutral Nation Supervisory Commission or NNSC, which will being leading this investigation. We need atleast 2 more nations for this, who will provide detectives/interrogators.
ic:

The Republic of Agrigento calls for the other member nations of the NNSC to send representatives to help us get to the bottom of this unfortunate incident. We must find the truth here, and avoid the escalation of arms.
________________________
General Adriano Lentini
CINC Agrigentian Supervisory Division
La Repubblica d'Agrigento


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Major Hyun-jin Joon stepped off of the helicopter with a heavy heart, and racing mind. This would be the most difficult case of her life, and could either make or break her career. As if that wasn't enough, she would have to go back to the war-torn country that her parents fled from, less than a half-century ago.

The walk to the Agrigentian Supervisory Division's Headquarters might have been brief, but to Joon it was like walking onto a hostile battlefield. Just meters away stood the border, guarded by South Korean soldiers on one side, and CPRKers on the other.

Such a small difference, such a small piece of land with so many soldiers , she thought, looking over to the ASD's main barracks.

The place was built in typical Korean style, and the architecture made it seem more like a small, one-floor hotel, than a military command center. Just outside the solid wooden doors to the compound stood two fully armed soldiers of the Agrigentian Army. Doubtless more of them were patrolling about, invisible to the naked eye. Once through the doors and directed past the main lobby she made her way to the southwestern corner of the sandbagged structure. Beyond a small courtyard was the office of the CINC-NNSC, General Lentini.

After passing yet another identity screening she was let into a small waiting room, and yet another set of solid wooden doors, that seemed as if they could withstand an RPG round to the dead center. The waiting room was empty, save a single secretary. Classical music played subtly in the background, and the comfortable chair had the desired effect. Joon was calming down, and the immediate panic she faced upon receiving this assignment began to fade away. She was here to do a job, an important job, but a job she had trained for. Now she was ready.


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Captain Abdus Talwar sits in the passenger's side of an amphibious TGB-20AL truck as it makes its way down a winding dirt road towards the DMZ. The TGB-20AL brings back memories of the DUKW in everyone who sees it. The vehicle does look more than somewhat similar, with a big boat hull.

The truck had sloshed ashore with the 6th AEF during the war, and had visible combat damage. Charred marks and dents indicate bullet strikes and close shaves with artillery.

"Here it is," says the driver to Talwar. He points to a complex of bunkers built into the side of a hill, with several bodybags outside.

The truck pulls up to the bunkers, and Captain Talwar jumps down to the road, as the truck's gunner keeps watch with his Ksp-95 MG.

2:45 AM
The Previous Morning

"C company, move out!"

The company commander, a Gurkha captain in his early 40's, quickly rallies his 90 troops, and heads towards Foreward Area Bei under the cover of two APC-5 wheeled personnel carriers/scout cars. The cars' 35mm cannons begin firing tracers as the company nears the area.

"Ok, A platoon! Set up your MGs here and cover us from the high ground! B and C, fan out and move down the road!"

The APC-5s lead the 60 men from B and C platoon down the dirt track, as the Ksp-95s and GPMGs from A lay down covering fire.

"Stay down! Stay down!"

The captain calls out to the men of B and C platoons as tracers wizz past their helmets. Soon, the bunkers of FA Bei are visible, shilouetted by parachute flares and muzzle flashes. Several dimly-clad figures run past, drawing fire from the Ak-74s carried by the LRRA infantrymen. The APCs halt and take cover by the side of the road as the infantrymen continue on.

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LRRA infantrymen defending a halted column by the side of a road.

The Central Directorature, Da’Khiem, The Choson People’s Republic of Dra-pol

A great black monolithic heart for the ancient little walled city, the Central Directorature pulsed with ten thousand electrical signals as its communications channels relayed information received by one chamber on to the next. A situation was developing around the supposedly demilitarised waistband that pinched at Korea’s belly. Comrade Secretary Hotan wasted little time in rising when disturbed by the news, and hurried to the command levels of the mighty complex, the cold night air between the numerous blast doors through which he passed biting cruelly at his recently healed wounds as he went.
“Report, comrades! Report! Sho Cheiy!” He called, sandals slapping on the concrete floor as he hurried from the lift, fastening his fabric belt.

The Drapoel side of the DMZ

All across the parallel Dra-pol’s People’s Army had recently all but abandoned its long standing policy of creeping normalcy in favour of a snowballing escalation of southwards redeployment as the revolution prepared itself for a renewed attempt at nation wide liberation. Elements of Choi Il-Churo’s 100th Assault Division, exchanging small arms fire with ROKA forces, were backed by a theoretical strength of better than sixty thousand. In truth the 100th currently lacked the fuel and many other key supplies that would be required before it could assume its revolutionary position as the rolling vanguard of reunification. This was what would prompt Direction from Da’Khiem to break-off engagement, as Hotan felt sure that the south would not be risking a pre-emptive strike against the mighty People’s Army. General Choi however had not risen so quickly nor so keenly as the comrade Secretary, despite the fact that exchanges of fire could be heard from his residence in the field. It had been left to a Colonel Hozaro to direct the local response and he had quickly re-deployed squads according to the best defensive posture suggested by the terrain of which he’d spent his first month at the DMZ in careful regard.

A Type D-18 Supplemental Battle Tank –Dra-pol’s obligatory take, as a second world pariah-state, on the T-62- clattered up a broad dirt road, a young Sub-Lieutenant flashing its infra-red spotlight about with much enthusiasm. It was bound for the heaviest of the shooting when Colonel Hozaro stepped from the roadside, where he’d been chastising recruits for the poor line-of-sight they’d given their RPG team, and barred the tank’s path.

“Get out of the way, comrade! We are attacked! We are going to Andong!” Shrieked the excitable junior officer, flashing the lamp wildly across the road with one hand while pawing at the roof-mounted 14.5mm machinegun with the other, swinging its barrel about.
Hozaro called back, but his words were drowned out by the tank’s engine noise and what must have been the crunch of an infantry mortar round exploding in the DMZ. The Sub-Lieutenant cupped his hand to his ear then, still apparently having failed to notice the rank of his road-barring comrade, let out a less than eloquent sound of dismissal and waved his hand to illustrate the point.
He was most alarmed to see Hozaro unholster his Nambu 14th Year automatic and raise it such as to mark a spot between the eyes of the tank commander.
“Aaiiee!” The tanker squealed as he realised first that he was facing an officer, as ordinary soldiers carried no side arm, and on closer inspection that he was severely outranked. The tank’s 730 horsepower diesel engine was promptly cut in a gesture of complicity with the Colonel, who soon had the tank moved just a few yards to a hull-down position from where it would bar the way into the Choson People’s Republic without escalating the situation.
In the background the unassuming pop of 40mm Knee Mortars and the woodpecker-like report of D-92 Tashio medium machineguns kept Hozaro's defenders wide awake.

Major Talwar walks over to D company's commander, who is sitting in a folding chair, working on a baked potato. He prods the potato with his aluminum fork, and watches steam vent from the poked holes.

"Excuse me...are you Captain Thorat?"

The Gurkha captain shifts around in his seat until he can see the tall Sikh addressing him.

"Yes?"
"I am Major Talwar, could I ask you a few questions?"
"Of course, Major. About what?"
"About Thursday morning. I understand there was a firefight around Foreward Area Bei?"
"Yes, at about two thirty my company was called to reinforce the East Islandian positions at Bei, for what we thought was a cross-border raid by Drapoel special forces. I led D company...the only LRR unit currently on the border...down this road here, supported by two APCs. I left one platoon on a rise to cover us with MG fire, so B and C platoons were with me. We got to the bottom of the road and took position in the ditch beside the road. Mortar and MG fire was just too heavy to get much closer, but we shot at a few figures who ran past. We didn't find any bodies in the morning, though."

3:00 AM
The Previous morning

Infantry mortar rounds land in the road in front of B and C platoons, and Drapoel MGs of various makes and models fire on positions not too far away. Captain Thorat runs up and down their positions, instructing his troops to stay down and spread out, as their GPMGs fire on anything on the ROK side of the border that moves. However, in half an hour the firing dies down. Apparently, whatever raiders had crossed the border had returned, and in the east a dim glow hints of the coming morning.

0300 hours
the previous morning (november 19)

"Reinforcements!" one of Chi's surviving NCOs shouted.

"Thank the Maker!" one of Chi's more religious men said, even as he continued to fire. "What should we get them if we all survive?"

"Pull back!" Chi shouted. "First element, provide covering fire, and second element, evacuate the wounded. Then survivors re-deploy into the bunkers and hold positions!"

"This is Fire Team Shi," a voice said over hte intercom. "Bunkers are holding, and artillery batteries preparing for counter-fire!"

At that moment, the firing from the other side began to die down. The battered Islandian infantry stared in disbelief, as the Drapoel withdrew, leaving quickly.

"Next thing we know, they'll probably say that we captured one of their men and they were only rescuing them," one of the enlisted men growled.

"I hope this doesnt explode," someone else said.

"What do you think this means, Lieutenant?" one of Chi's NCOs asked.

"Not sure," Chi said, shaking his head and trying to get the ardrenaline out of his system. "I hope Kim's not too badly hurt."

"Lieutenant!" one of the medics called in shock. "Your shoulder!"

Chi looked down to see blood seeping into his fatigues.

"It's nothing," he said nonchalantly. "Just-"

The world began to swirl, and Chi fell to the ground hard, slamming his helmet against the pavement as he slipped into unconsciousness.

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November 20
1300 hours

By now, the bodies had been collected, and their positions marked with white chalk. The bloodstains were still evident, and it was only due to teh cold weather that the putrid smell of decay was not yet present.

General Sung Minlee looked sadly upon Forward Area Bei's north bunker, the one closest to the Drapol lines and the one where the incidents had occurred.

"Five dead," her subordinate replied. "Two shot here, and three killed in the reaction element."

"Who led the reaction force?" Sung asked.

"Lieutenant Chi Tian," he replied. "Good soldier, just unfortunate that the second half of his command was being rotated out that night. It's almost as if the Drapoel knew we were going to be weak in that area..."

"Speculation," Sung replied. "But keep that in mind. We should tell the Agrigentians when they arrive. How are the LRR forces?"

"I dont believe they suffered any losses," Captain Cao replied. "They did save our men, however; several more minutes, and Lt. Chi and his command would have died on the other side of the river."

"What?" Sung asked.

"They were about to charge," Cao replied. "Either tactically brilliant, or simply stupid. We're still trying to decide."

Sung shook her head. "If only this was a training scenario," she said sadly. "Let's go. I have to thank the LRR troops, and I also have to speak with the Agrigentian representatives."

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OOC
now Drapol, find a suspect, or suspects....

Forward Hospital Yeu
Korean border
November 20

The soft music floated over the air, wrapping up Specialist Lee in its sensual embrace. She smiled; the song was a memorable one, but then again, which one by Kwang-suk wasnt? This one in particular, however, was full of resonance and meaning; it was about a young soldier leaving home, and although the soldier was probably a male, Lee could find herself relating to it anyway.

"Pretty," Noka said, from behind her.

Lee frowned. Noka? she thought. But Noka was dead.

"No," her superior replied, as Lee turned to look. "I'm not."

Noka's face was horribly mangled from the bullet embedded into her skull, but even through the mess, she smiled, in a twisted sort of way.

"No," Lee gasped. "You're dead."

Noka took Lee by the shoulders and edged closer. "You survived," she said simply. "YOu survived!"

Lee woke quickly, her blankets drenched with sweat. She groped for her pistol, but instead, found an IV line where her pistol would be, and found herself in a white hospital gown instead of the familiar confines of her black spidersilk body glove.

"Ahn young ha sayo!" a nurse said to her cheerily, putting down a tray of food in front of the young soldier. "Good to see you up and about. How are you feeling?"

Lee winced. "A little sore in the shoulder," she said.

The nurse frowned sympathetically. "Poor dear," she said, helping Lee up and propping pillows behind her back. "You should eat a little, to regain your strength. Would you like anything for your pain?"

Lee remembered that the painkillers made her nauseous, and she shook her head. "Anni," she replied. "But thank you."

"Alright then," the nurse said. "Do feel better, and call if you need anything."

Lee began to spoon up her soup, feeling little enthusiasm for her meal. She noticed a bed next to her, the occupant heavily bandaged.

It was Lieutenant Chi.

She gasped, and looked at him in shock.

What had she done?

"Thankyou, Captain," says Talwar after Thorat finishes his retelling of the events of the previous morning.

"You have been a great help."
"This won't escelate, will it, Major?"
"Hopefully not. Don't fancy being in your position right here, though. If anything does come through the border, you'll take it pretty fast."

Major Talwar walks down the small hill and back to the TGB-20AL waiting for him.

"Where to?"
"Agrig...I'll show you."

The truck turns around as best it can on the narrow road, a feat that would be impossible if not for the 8x8 configuration of the TGB-20AL.

About 45 minutes later, major Talwar arrives at the headquarters of the NNSC, to file his report on the incident at Foreward Area Bei. An LRRA Tiger PAH-3 patrols a few miles further south, looking for any Drapoel special forces who plan to shoot at the Mi-8 lumbering along with an underslung Land Rover, destined for D company on the DMZ.

November 20th
0100 hours

Captain Hae-Sung of the Hudecian Navy sat in the control room of the newly built Province-class destroyer. It had only come out of drydock three weeks ago and already it was on the other side of the world patrolling the Sea of Japan.

"What is the latest report from the DMZ?" He asked drowsily, his coffee wearing off.

"The final action reports are beginning to filter in... seems like both sides disengaged after heavy casualties on both sides."

The captain rubbed his face gently, barely able to stay awake. "Give me the full report in the morning, I'm going to go catch some sleep while I can"

"I would sleep too long sir, Ottawa wants a full debriefing at 0600 hours."

Damn politicians.....

20th of November.

Hotan breathed an uncomfortable sigh of relief, assured that the engagement had been broken-off and that no further heavy invasion tunnels had been uncovered. It would be only a matter of minutes before the now over-tired Secretary turned to anger at how close they had apparently come to losing so much.

South-eastern Dra-pol, quite near the scene of conflict

Comrade General Choi Il-Churo strode through the dark corridors of the P’yonggang Regional Directorature, prepared to submit his preliminary report on the events of the previous night. He’d thought nothing of this duty when finally woken to deal with the fighting in its closing stages, during which he ordered a few volleys of mortar fire and began asking where his tanks were before dawn broke and the engagement died down. On starting to compile the report he briefly worried that maybe he didn’t really know enough to satisfy official expectations of his post, given the serious nature of the event. Soon, though, the rather self important General shook off his concerns and proceeded to type out a condemnation of the enemies and of his juniors who’d failed to press home a counter-attack, blaming Colonel Hozaro specifically. He knocked at the heavy door of the Local Director’s office, and was formally invited to enter, where upon he saluted and extended towards Director Park the ream of papers he carried.
Choi was a little surprised by the number of Banat officers attending the Local Director, but he supposed it the natural result of increased tensions in the Southeast. He was obliged to wait for an eternity while Park regarded his report. In time, the Local Director looked up with a nod apparently to the General. Behind Choi, Banat agent Sho Izo un-holstered his Baby Nambu automatic, and half a second later a little 7mm bullet was lodged in the top of the General’s spine. Choi’s report meanwhile, passed on to Secretary Hotan the Central Directorature, ensured Hozaro’s future command of the 100th Assault Division and his promotion to Generalship.

The Drapoel side of the DMZ

Near the scene of engagement a few bodies were carried away and numerous wounded were tended, amongst them an individual with an arguably unlikely foreign pistol or sub-machinegun round lodged in his knee. Rifleman Ahn did not well fit his uniform, which was not even penetrated at the knee, though he was missing his helmet, which might get him into some trouble.
In the DMZ, close to the southern side, lay a body half obscured on rough ground and clad in the simple work shirt and trousers of a Drapoel civilian, a winter coat wrapped tightly about its likely unidentifiable wearer. The young man had been shot several times. His head was struck by a round fired from a rifle wielded by one of the engaged soldiers from the southern forces. His face was mauled by a second round from an Islandian pistol, and his torn trouser leg was covered in blood that was not his own. Colonel Hozaro, in the yet unexplained absence of his General, would not allow Drapoel forces to enter the demilitarised area to look for any further bodies or evidence, acting under the correct belief that Da’Khiem wanted to avoid creating a fight before its long worked-upon plans for reunification were ready.

Da’Khiem

Still ignorant of the precise cause of last night’s exchange, the Central Directorature was already beginning to make announcements declaring the CPRD victim of terrorist attack by the small but various imperialist forces present in the south. Of course Hotan had already dispatched Banat investigators to the area, and was using the increased tension and proclaimed terrorism as an excuse to deploy, “special counter-insurgency units” to the border. In truth comprised of Red Bamboo commando brigades, this boost to the rate of southwards deployment blew away the last vestiges of the gradual and decades old redeployment policy of, “creeping normalcy”.

(OOC: I hope no one minds that I’m being quite slow to reveal things, and actually creating more mysteries than I’m solving :) I’ve got a vague working plan in mind, at least.)

1600 hours
November 20
Korean border

General Sung saluted as she entered the Agrigentian officer's compound as she entered their compound. She shook the hands of Major Joon and General Lentini. She set down the parcel she carried in her hand, two bottles of fine grappa, and took a seat.

"Although these circumstances are grave, the sight of our good ally, Agrigento, is still welcome," Sung said in English. "Even if you are to be neutral in this matter. Nonetheless, whatever you need will be provided; testimonies, face-to-face interviews, examinations of the dead bodies, and anything and everything else. Please be careful with this matter, and treat it with the utmost respect. As of now, five of my soldiers are dead, with Drapoel rounds inside their bodies; I beseech you to find and punish those responsible."

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LRR compound
Korean border

Line General Shu Mayumi, commanding officer of the Eighth Guards Division (based on the DMZ), knocked on the door of the LRR compound. In her hand, she carried a large bundle of assorted wines, and behind her, two subordinates carried large iceboxes filled with frozen sushi, specially prepared by the cooks and several soldiers as a sign of their thanks.

"It seems you are always bailing us out one way or another," Shu said with a grateful smile to the LRR troops. "Thank you."

("General Sung saluted as she entered the Agrigentian officer" [sniggers] I'm not even going to ask :) )

OOC
ugh not been getting sleep lately... well i'll finish this tmrw.

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Medical examiner's report:

Subject: Noka Imi, Lieutenant, Seventy first Brigade, Eigth Guards Assault Division

The cause of death was one round, fired from a Japanese-made Nambu pistol, into her face. Death was fast, and so traumatic as to render her facial features unrecognizable.

Subject: Kim Minhee, Specialist, Seventy First Brigade, Eighth Guards Assault Division

The cause of death was one round to the neck, also fired from a Japanese-made Nambu pistol. Subject had also been previously hit in the knee with another round from a Nambu; ballistics indicate it was possibly from a different weapon than was the first round, judging by the mark left on the round. Death was also fast in this case.

Conclusions:
possible indentations on bullets (distinct) indicate that at least two weapons may have been used, both 6.7mm Nambu pistols. However, it is not certain if this is the case; information on Nambu weapons are scarce, and although the indentations are different, it is possible that the two bullets were not standard grain (not manufactured in an assembly line; custom made).

("General Sung saluted as she entered the Agrigentian officer" [sniggers] I'm not even going to ask :) )


oops

hey! they're both women! they cant do anything to each other!

General Shu is met by a Seargent, who is surprised to meet such a high ranking officer. He salutes quickly.

Inside the bunker, which is buried by a large grassy hill, a Buena Vista Social Club tape plays at medium volume.

"Ah, thanks. It's nothing, really, but thanks a lot."

The Seargent takes the bundle of wines in his arms, and a corporal and private come up to relieve the Islandians of the rest of their gifts.

"Thanks a lot! Hey, would you like some?"

Runners are sent to the various other bunkers occupied by D company (3rd batallion, 1st regiment 2nd armored division), but one squad, led by captain Thorat, is out on patrol.

"Sir! There's something for you to see!"

Thorat runs over to where a corporal, armed with an RPG-7V, lies under a small tree, with his field glasses in hand.

"What is it?"
"Here, if you look between those two fence posts you should see it."

Thorat looks out into the DMZ, and sure enough there is an arm and the end of a boot protruding to the point where they are just visible above the small hole in which the body resides.

"There's a corpse out there. Henderson!"

A private carrying a radio pack runs up to Thorat.

"Yes, sir?"

Unhooking the mouthpiece from the pack, Thorat attempts to contact NNSC.

"This is foreward patrol seven calling NNSC, FP seven calling NNSC over."

hey! they're both women! they cant do anything to each other!

[*cocks eyebrow* Grab some sleep and think that one over a bit. Oh, and tag.]

On a road near the DMZ, a big PTS-M carrier lurches and squeaks across the landscape. The vehicle is covered in troops. The trailer holds ten men, while the main vehicle squeezes 80 in.

It is D company's replacement, E company from the same unit.

When the vehicle reaches D company's bunkers, the troops begin to offload. From the bunkers emerges D company, carrying their packs and bags of gear. They throw their gear into the back of the PTS-M, and climb aboard themselves. Some troops hang onto a siderail installed to accomodate large numbers of troops. Others climb aboard the trailer. The vehicle gives a monstrous lurch, which throws several D company troops off, and starts south, trailing several troops behind it, who try desperately to catch up with the vehicle.

Captain Thorat, unable to reach NNSC headquarters, rides on the top of the cab. He was sure that someone else must have seen the body, and the main things on his mind are the prospect of a full night's sleep and a trip home, since the division's replacement was offloading in Jinhae.

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An LRRA PTS-M in action going across the Andongho.

And close to the LRR company's barracks, two T-62 II tanks sit behind tall berms, camoflauged with netting and natural foliage, as well as the barracuda system, something you don't really expect to see on a T-62. Unlike the pedestrian Dra-pol copy, the LRR T-62 could actually make a good showing in a fight, with two Spike-ER launchers, good fire control, thermal imaging, and a hybrid drive system. It also has bandtracks and improved running gear. The 105mm cannon can still easily compete with larger weapons, with its high velocity.

The commanders and gunners of each tank survey the horizon from open hatches. The ATGM launchers mounted on the sides of the turret mean that when it comes to old tanks, the LRRA old tanks are top. Of course, its not nearly as good as the MBT-6 or MBT-5, it is much more numerous and is a lot cheaper and more reliable. Of course, the APC-7 was arguably the most capable combat vehicle in LRRA inventory, but they are seldom seen outside LRR borders.

The point: well, there really isn't one. Except that the tankers see, from their higher vantage point, the same body in the DMZ that Thorat's squad saw.

"Attention, NNSC headquarters, this is DMZ outpost fifty-eight, we have sighted a body inside the DMZ, and request permission to investigate, over."

In recent news today, the East Islandian government has issued a scathing criticism of Dra-pol, and has pulled out its workers in J-10 factories. Likewise, the flow of Chinese designed, Islandian modified Type 98S tanks has been cut off, and workers at plants in Dra-pol ordered home. Also at stake is a possible naval contract by North Current Naval Technologies and East Wind Shipbuilding, who were scheduled to present two different plans for cheap, modular, multi-role export frigates that could fill a vital gap in the Dra-poel navy's fleet defenses.

"We condemn this totally unprovoked and random attack," Vice Premier Park Hye-min said today, in the Politburo. "Although Dra-pol has been our ally in the past, we cannot let such events stand; therefore, we will re-evaluate our existing relations and possibly sever diplomatic relations if this attack is not solved and the perpetrator brought to justice.

"Furthermore, we would like to remind Dra-pol, that as a member nation of the Azn Alliance, it is illegal to attack yet another member nation of the Azn Alliance. Likewise, our troops in Korea were simply acting as advisers and peacekeepers when they were gunned down.

"We call on DaKhiem to cooperate fully with the Neutral Nations Supervisory Committee, headed by an Agrigentian delegation, so as to fully resolve this crisis."

Michael Wyzinski, reporting for the New York Times, in Hu-kasa, East Islandia

Near the DMZ

A People's Army Lieutenant, decked out in the slightly more impressive dress uniform granted troops on the relatively visible border, observed activity in the south through large binoculars that appeared wildly out of proportion with his little frame. He was soon joined, as requested, by a higher-ranking officer, who turned out, following formal introductions, to be Colonel Hozaro, a figure already respected in surrounding units, by reputation.
Having taken his turn at the binoculars and witnessed a continued increase in activity, Hozaro ordered the Lieutenant to call down to Divisional HQ and have a quartet of 100mm anti-tank guns brought up from the pool a good mile or so away from the front, along with an attached infantry section. Hozaro was perhaps over-stepping his bounds, as both he and the Lieutenant thought, but Hozaro felt that it was his duty to operate with initiative in the absence of the General, and the Lt. felt that he'd better do what the superior officer ordered.

The Lieutenant could be heard passing-on Hozaro's request, several times saying 'yes', and eventually informing who ever was on the other side of the radio transmission that he saluted them.

"Comrade Hozaro." He said, returning and giving a crisp salute. "The detachment has been authorised, and you are ordered report to headquarters, where comrade General Kim of P'yonggang District Command is waiting to promote you. Congratulations, comrade General." The Lt. finished with a second salute before accepting back the binoculars from the surprised but steely-faced Hozaro.

Field Hospital, two miles from the DMZ

"Two men are missing? How can two men be missing from a hospital, Sub-Lieutenant?" Bellowed Major Pak.
"Ah, Private Chon is a woman, comra..."
"...That makes a difference? Two wounded soldiers don't go missing even if..." Pak paused for a moment and squinted a little as he regarded the medical officer.
"Yes, comrade, Banat suspects Privates Chon and Ahn of improper fraternisation... they have reported back late from patrol several times in the last two months.
Sho Pak sighed. He couldn't just let two patients -People's Army soldiers- go missing from his hospital, but on the other hand was loathe to order soldiers away from their duties to search for a young couple trying to catch a few moments alone. For a minute Pak tapped against his leg the large hat that completed his dress uniform before replacing it and quietly sending the Sub-Lieutenant back to his work and resolving to check on the situation again before lunch.

He would then find Chon and Ahn still missing.

January 11
0200 hours
Korean border

The twenty person patrol moved quietly through the reed field, their weapons at the ready. Each was in full combat gear, with assault vests, helmets, half-full field packs, assault rifles and hidden weapons, and night vision optics.

Lieutenant Noka whistled quietly and held up a fist. She waved at her two squad leaders, who quickly slid over to her, and the three of them huddled together, poring over their maps.

"My GPS isnt registering," Noka said with a frown, as she poked at her location unit. "Checkpoint Sai is not here, apparently."

One of her NCOs cocked an eyebrow in confusion. "Same here," she replied. "Nothing."

"Dont look at me," the last one whispered. "My GPS unit has been registering nothing but static for the last few minutes."

"Could we have crossed over?" Noka asked, grimacing. "The Drapoel are said to have jammers."

"I'll reset the coordinates on my GPS," one of her NCOs said.

"I'll lead a scouting detai-"

"No," Noka said, adamantly. "Hold positions. If we really did cross over, we dont need any more attention than what we're getting."

She pulled down her NVGs and quickly zoomed in the horizon, looking for any landmarks.

"LOcate landmarks to navigate by," she ordered her troops. "Just be quiet about it."

"Ma'am," a private whispered behind her.

"Yes?"

"Look at this," she said, giving Noka her rifle, which was equipped with a night vision scope capable of 12x magnification. "Look at this."

Noka took the rifle and pointed it in the direction her subordinate indicated; instead of seeing the plain landscape stretching on for miles, she saw, instead, the barbed wire structure of a nearby compound. She switched the view to infrared, and her fears were confirmed; white figures, their body heat standing out in the cold, swarmed throughout the compound.

Noka swore. "Retreat, quickly, six o'clock," she hissed. "And stay quiet about it."

The NCOs nodded and whistled. The women began to slink through the grass silently, in the opposite direction.

******
Specialist Lee yawned quietly as she chewed on a granola bar, staring at her readout screen and tapping it. She frowned as it buzzed, and shut it down, to prevent any further noise.

"Stupid GPS," she muttered, walking back towards her squad. As she moved, however, she stepped on a metallic object, and froze. frowning, she lowered her NVGs, set them to infrared, and looked.

On the dirt floor was the white silhouette of a mine.

Lee heard noises coming from in front of her. She cursed, hit the quick-release harness on her field pack, and snapped her rifle to the ready position.

As if i dont have enough to worry about, she thought.

the rustling stopped, and Lee held her breath, waiting for a target. THere was none.. perhaps she had imagined it all-

A Drapoel soldier peeked out from beneath the reeds.

Message to Nations Involved In Current Crisis:

As a nation who must share the Pacific ocean with the nations involved in this crisis, the Imperium woud like to take this time to preach moderation. We urge the nations involved in this latest skirmish to take a step back and ask themselves if they really want to go down this road again so soon after the first time. You must ask yourselves if you are committed to sending thousands of young men and women to their deaths. You must ask yourselves if you are prepared for the possibility of once again waging chemical and nuclear war. We urge you to take a look at the other path and consider the alternatives to once again taking the road that leads to war before it is too late to retrace your steps and take the brighter path.

January 11
0200 hours
Korean border

The twenty person patrol moved quietly through the reed field, their weapons at the ready. Each was in full combat gear, with assault vests, helmets, half-full field packs, assault rifles and hidden weapons, and night vision optics.

Lieutenant Noka whistled quietly and held up a fist. She waved at her two squad leaders, who quickly slid over to her, and the three of them huddled together, poring over their maps.

"My GPS isnt registering," Noka said with a frown, as she poked at her location unit. "Checkpoint Sai is not here, apparently."

One of her NCOs cocked an eyebrow in confusion. "Same here," she replied. "Nothing."

"Dont look at me," the last one whispered. "My GPS unit has been registering nothing but static for the last few minutes."

"Could we have crossed over?" Noka asked, grimacing. "The Drapoel are said to have jammers."

"I'll reset the coordinates on my GPS," one of her NCOs said.

"I'll lead a scouting detai-"

"No," Noka said, adamantly. "Hold positions. If we really did cross over, we dont need any more attention than what we're getting."

She pulled down her NVGs and quickly zoomed in the horizon, looking for any landmarks.

"LOcate landmarks to navigate by," she ordered her troops. "Just be quiet about it."

"Ma'am," a private whispered behind her.

"Yes?"

"Look at this," she said, giving Noka her rifle, which was equipped with a night vision scope capable of 12x magnification. "Look at this."

Noka took the rifle and pointed it in the direction her subordinate indicated; instead of seeing the plain landscape stretching on for miles, she saw, instead, the barbed wire structure of a nearby compound. She switched the view to infrared, and her fears were confirmed; white figures, their body heat standing out in the cold, swarmed throughout the compound.

Noka swore. "Retreat, quickly, six o'clock," she hissed. "And stay quiet about it."

The NCOs nodded and whistled. The women began to slink through the grass silently, in the opposite direction.

******
Specialist Lee yawned quietly as she chewed on a granola bar, staring at her readout screen and tapping it. She frowned as it buzzed, and shut it down, to prevent any further noise.

"Stupid GPS," she muttered, walking back towards her squad. As she moved, however, she stepped on a metallic object, and froze. frowning, she lowered her NVGs, set them to infrared, and looked.

On the dirt floor was the white silhouette of a mine.

Lee heard noises coming from in front of her. She cursed, hit the quick-release harness on her field pack, and snapped her rifle to the ready position.

As if i dont have enough to worry about, she thought.

the rustling stopped, and Lee held her breath, waiting for a target. THere was none.. perhaps she had imagined it all-

A Drapoel soldier peeked out from beneath the reeds.


OCC: Didn't lieutenant Noka die, and wasn't specialist Lee badly injured?

IC:

The LRR government welcomes any attempts to diffuse the Korean crisis. As a show of our support, the 1st armored division will be returned to LRR.

http://www.morozov.com.ua/images/mtlb1l.jpg

The APC-6, the armored personnel carrier used by the LRRA armored divisions, chosen because of its similarity in mobility (or lack thereof) and armor of a tank. The vehicle is not used by the infantry divisions, because such a heavy vehicle would be a hinderance in the LRR terrain.

[Does anyone have a map with the current borders?]

General Letini extended his hand generously to Sung. The graying man was thin and sickly, a recent survivor of a battle with cancer. There was the most difficult battle of all. Not being surrounded by enemies, not being ambushed by superior forces, but trying to defend against invisible forces that sought to kill him.

Adriano looked to the young women standing to his left. Young and pretty, she reminded him of his stint in West Islandia. He was a reckless man in his youth, and given his chosen line of work it was not surprising that he frequented the brothels in that war-torn country.

"I would like to introduce you to Major Joon, just arrived from Agrigento. She will be leading the investigation on our end."

--------------------------------

Lieutenant Reginaldo Haddini sat at his desk carefully read over the recent message from Scandinavian States. The young man didn't like deskwork much, and his physical health was degrading severely. His plans to go running were put on hold, however, by a call from the other room.

"Sir!" called an even younger man from the adjacent room

Reginaldo walked into the small square room, angered to be distracted from his last job of the day. "What the devil is it?"

"We just got word from some LRR troops in the field, they've apparently been trying to reach someone from the NNSC for a while."

The face of frustration quickly changes to one of concern. Work was this man's life, and even if he didn't like the job, he did it. Not just for his country, but to satisfy his own idiosyncrasies.

The young soldier, a private, played over the message from the tape recorder. The voice quality was lacking, but the older American-made equipment would have to suffice, until new digital stuff was delivered. Hopefully Japanese, or East Islandian.

"Give them permission," and apologize for the shitty communications equipment we have, he didn't add. It was his damn responsibility, and no sane person wants a death on his conscious.

(OOC: I don't have time to work out a worthy IC post just now, but I thought I should help clear some things up. The chronology of this thread is quite complicated... for example, LRR, the date on EI's last post shows it to pre-date (I assume, or else I've got myself very confused) the other events by the better part of a year. We're already working in the past (explaining for SS's benefit), before the War for Korean Unification. At that time the border was assumed to be basically the same as it is in reality. Today its scores of kilometres further south, of course, but nobody knows that's coming (beside the Drapoel elite, and they assume it's going all the way to the south coast).)

(OOC: I don't have time to work out a worthy IC post just now, but I thought I should help clear some things up. The chronology of this thread is quite complicated... for example, LRR, the date on EI's last post shows it to pre-date (I assume, or else I've got myself very confused) the other events by the better part of a year. We're already working in the past (explaining for SS's benefit), before the War for Korean Unification. At that time the border was assumed to be basically the same as it is in reality. Today its scores of kilometres further south, of course, but nobody knows that's coming (beside the Drapoel elite, and they assume it's going all the way to the south coast).)

OCC: Ah, I see.

IC:

"They've given us permission to check it out, sir."
"Alright, Jon! Dimitry! Edouard! You're with me."

The four-man party assembles, and climbs into a small LLV-1 jeep, an LRR copy of the Willys jeep from the second world war, that somehow survives in service to this day.

On their way, they stop to pick up a medic, and proceed into the DMZ.

The little jeep rolls out through the tall grass, until they reach the small mound on which they saw the body.

"Looks like 'e bled to death. Probably got shot in the leg there."

The medic points to the bloodstains on the man's clothes, which appear to be of plain, civilian origin. The tankers and the medic produce a blanket, with which they cover up the deceased, and bring him back to the NNSC headquarters.

OOC: Yeah, which makes it a little confusing for me because no Hudecian troops were directly stationed in S. Korea before the war broke out. I did have a trade deal going with S. Dalania (if I remember correctly) which is the real reason I got involved...

OOC: Yeah, which makes it a little confusing for me because no Hudecian troops were directly stationed in S. Korea before the war broke out. I did have a trade deal going with S. Dalania (if I remember correctly) which is the real reason I got involved...

OCC: This is also a bit confusing for me, because if this is before the war for unification, the LRRA would probably have had its detachment in the NNSC.

OOC
sry for the confusion, but yea, this predates the invasion of South Korea by Drapol. The soldiers that were killed were actually members of a group training South Dalanian soldiers (this is before South Dalania was taken over or deleted....we'll juss pretend they're around somehwere) and just happened to man a forward checkpoint one night in a border crossing.

And the stuff in italics is flashback, just before the events of the night of Nov. 19.

check the dates also....they should be some help.. i hope.

O, btw, SS, check any map of Korea... i'm assuming thats the standard for before reunification. And iw ould like to invite u to join Agrigento and the NNSC... we need more nations really.

LRR can be part of the NNSC also..he can juss pretend that night didnt happen, or mayb Drapol doesnt kno that LRR was part of the reaction force.

Btw, female soldiers in the East Islandian military uses Tanfoglio Lady Force Pistols (http://www.tanfoglio.it/sportandcompetition/ladyforce.htm) tho not in the white color shown there. The Force fires 9x19 Luger or Parabellum ammunition, a good combination, since it can fire two of the most common types of pistol ammunition in the world. Otherwise, male soldiers use Sig Sauer SIG Pro pistols, or specially modified, Agrigentian made Beretta 92FS Elite (shorter slide, but same magazine capacity of 15 rounds; also fires 9x19 LUger or Parabellum ammo).

All the women in the room were carrying Tanfoglio Lady Force Pistols at the time of the attack, each loaded with 16 9x19mm hollow point bullets.

*******
Nov 22
Forward Hospital Yeu
1100 hours

Specialist Mandy Li peeked in through the window, then smiled broadly as she saw Lee look at her, fully awake. Lee began to struggle to get up, but Mandy stopped her movements with a gentle hand, and she unscrewed the thermos she had brought with her.

"You poor thing," Mandy said in English-accented Islandian. Mandy was originally from South Central LA before joining the First Ghost Brigade. She was going to try out for one of their commando companies; if she remembered correctly, it was 11 Commando.

"So everyone tells me," Lee said dryly, enveloping the spoon Mandy held out to her with her mouth. "When are you transferring out?"

"Soon," Mandy said, putting another spoonful of the tofu concoction into Lee's mouth. "I have been intensifying training, but i dont know if it's enough."

"We survived the Islandian wars, didnt we?" Lee asked. It was becoming hard to speak and eat at the same time, so the two of them focused on eating and waited to finish before Mandy spoke again.

"True," Mandy conceded. She shook the container as she got to the bottom, and held it out for Lee to see. "All finished," she said.

Lee frowned. "I rather like that syrupy tofu dessert," she said to Mandy. "You Chinese have strange but tasty things."

Mandy shrugged, and set up some flowers by the side of her bed. "This is in case a handsome young boy decides to visit," she said coyly.

"What handsome boy?" Lee growled back, without malice in her voice. She laughed. "A tomboy like me?"

"Oh, you're fine," Mandy said, dismissing her doubts. "At least you're...clean-shaven."

Lee laughed hard, startling the nurses outside. "Most of us women are," she replied. "We try to be."

Mandy nodded, and bent down to give Lee a kiss on the cheek. "Rest and feel better," she said. "I'll visit again tonight, wiht some of that extra-hot kimchi you love."

Lee smiled and waved.

If only she knew the truth, Lee thought.

******
November 21
1630 hours

"Ahn young hasayo," Sung said to Joon, bowing. "You speak Korean, I presume?" she asked the younger woman.

"If you wish, you may begin to interview our survivor. She is in a condition to speak, and wishes very much for justice."

[Er, sorry, I hadn't realized this was a "history" RP. It's a good thing that the wording of the message has some relevance to the possibility of a RL Second Korean War, just pretend that's what it is.

East Islandia, I'd love to become more involved in this whole situation, so if participating in the NNSC is the way to do it I will. What in the way of forces do I need to send?

Drapol, do you plan on doing a Third Korean War? I'd love to be the South's ace in the hole, given my technology and all.]

OOC
well juss send over troops and tell Agrigento you'll be part of the NNSC. You're investigating things, so instead of forces, you may need ballistic experts, interrogators, forensic specialists, and the like.

[Well, all of my divisions have at least an organic MP company, if not a divisional battalion plus brigade-level companies. I'll send over a single armoured division just for the hell of it.]

*Ulsan*

Hudecian engineers arrive in this port city to begin inspecting the warship designs for the Ulsan class frigate. The Hudecian navy had a great interest in the South Korean technology and was planning on opening an arms deal to produce these vessels

Also landing was a team of naval forensic experts. They offered their services to Agrigento and the NNSC.

11th of January, CPRD/ROK border, 0200 hours

"Go on! It's your turn! My boots are on the stove, you go!"
"You get the boots, I get the walking!"
"I have a condition! I can't fight in sandals like you!"

Private Ahn muttered something inaudible but probably light hearted as he got up and walked away from the sandbag-protected outpost, struggling to pull the sling attached to his 8mm sub-machinegun over his helmet as he went. Chon lent back in the seat she'd carved from the earth over the last two weeks and put her bound feet up over the little field stove in which her soaked boots warmed and dried.

Moments later Private Ahn found himself face to face with a foreign soldier. The woman's complete immobility induced a similar reaction in Ahn, who supposed he shouldn't be the first one to panic.

"Ah.." He mumbled, one hand clasped to the body of the gun slung under his arm, not daring to take his eyes off the foreigner as he tried to pin point both of their positions in relation to the border and the edge of his authority... he thought that the reeds at the edge of which he stood may have been that point, but it was taking him what seemed like an eternity to get his thoughts in order. There hadn't been conflict on this stretch of the border for years... not since one of the early tunnels was discovered when Ahn was a baby.

January 11
Korean border area
0230 hours

"Who are you?" Lee snarled, although that in itself was an obvious question.

She then realized the reason that her GPS had not been workign all along; command had said that Drapol had posted electronic jammers on their end, and as such, their locating units had difficulty.

Lee glared at him, trying her utmost to look fierce, even though she knew she was on the wrong side. Damned if they would catch her alive, she thought. Better to start a war than to give in to whatever the sick bastards could think of if they got their hands on her.

Sweat beads formed on Lee's face, dripping over her waterproof camouflage paint. She noticed that the Drapoel soldier had his hand on his submachine gun, and she knew she would be shot if he decided to reach for his rifle and she put her gun down.

"I'm standing on a mine, you know," she said to him casually. "So if you shoot me and I fall back, we both die. But I wont shoot you; I'm sure you have a family to go back to, and they wont be very happy, eh?"

Lee had a habit of speaking rapidly and randomly when she was nervous. Now was one of those times; with her on the wrong side of the border, her foot on a mine, and an enemy soldier ahead of her, ready to kill her if she put down her rifle, she was more than a bit nervous.

Lee had been speaking in Korean, which she spoke fluently. She hoped that the North Korean soldier spoke that as well.

Lee continued to sweat it out as she stood there, locked in a stalemate.

She smiled sadly, and moved one hand to tug at a hydration tube snaking out of her backpack, putting it into her mouth.

Maybe my squadmates will come rescue me, Lee thought...

The LRR combat contingent attached to the NNSC, consisting of the two T-62 IIs and four BRDM-2s, and about 20 combat troops, buttons down for the night around NNSC headquarters. However, one pair of infantrymen manning an MG spot movement in the middle of a minefield. Immediately, Major Talwar and the five engineers are called out of bed, and one of them addresses the heat signatures with a megaphone.

Calling out in his somewhat broken korean, he tells them "Attention, you are inside an active minefield. Please stay where you are, and we will be right down to escort you out."

"Who do you think it is?"
"Probably a ROKA patrol gone too far. That's awfully close to CPRD lines."

The seargent in charge of the engineers, a tallish Kenyan, gets his troupe together. They don heavy flak vests, helmets, and special boots designed for walking in mine-rich environments. A few yards away, a heavy searchlight is aimed at the area. The engineers proceed down a dirt path that leads into the DMZ.

OOC
haha LRR this was ten months ago. The timestamp on the post above is January, and the timestamps on the first posts say november.

But u can send an officer down to the hospital to question Spc. Lee.

..::Encrypted Message (4096Kb)::..
To: Agrigento
From: His Imperial Majesty's Foreign Service
Subject: NNSC

The Imperium is becoming quite worried about the situation that appears to be brewing in the Korean Peninsula. As such, the Imperium has decided to dispatch a single division, the 331st Armoured of the Imperial Army, to add to the reaction force of the NNSC. Currently the division is embarking upon their ships and can be expected within three days time at Pukp'yong-ni. We require the NNSC radio frequencies so that the 331st can coordinate with the Council.

Cordially,
Asiya Saleh,
Duchess Alexandria
..::End Message::..


Helsinki, Imperium of Scandavian States
The loud, powerful whine of armoured vehicle engines died down as the last platoon of tank entered the Anaconda class LST that the tanks were assigned to. The loadmaster silently thanked Odin for that small favor while he radioed the harbormaster that embarkation was complete. Not five minutes later the first of the Viper class LPDs, smaller troop-carrying cousins of the Anaconda class, threw its engines to full reverse and began backing out of the harbor with the guidance of several tugboats. The assault ships' escort, consisting of 12 Ryuho class BCGNs and sixteen Revenge class DDENs, was already out of harbor and waiting for this deployment to begin in earnest. In truth the escort was probably overkill, but First Sea Lord Tzu did not want the Dra-peol to get any ideas about raiding more "hapless" military ships.

Three hours later the impatient ship captains had their wish granted when all 20 of the assault ships cleared port and formed up with the escort and began the three-day trip to Pukp'yong-ni, South Korea.

OOC
haha LRR this was ten months ago. The timestamp on the post above is January, and the timestamps on the first posts say november.

But u can send an officer down to the hospital to question Spc. Lee.

OCC: This is way too confusing...

Maybe we should just scuttle it instead.

Votes. What do u guys think?

For Scuttling

for keeping

((Hm, I suppose it is a bit much to expect peripheral participants to know when to step in and when to hold-off...I wonder if we should explain any of the hidden elements...maybe I'm too drunk to be sure...but if the thread's in danger of being scrubbed I suppose there's no point beating about the bush, and we may as well let people understand.
Basically, in January of... I suppose more than a year ago... East Islandian women soldier Lee stumbled into the Drapoel side of the DMZ on the fifty year old border area between North and South, and was confronted by (male) Drapoel soldier Ahn. We do not know yet exactly how this confrontation played out but that both survived. By November of the same year, Private Ahn along with Private Chon, his female comrade in arms, are suspected by their superiors of having improper relations because of how often they are both late or unaccounted for. Unfortunately, Ahn is by then recently killed, along with several Islandians, and Ahn's unrecognisably mutilated (by gunshot) corpse is spotted in the DMZ, hastily wrapped in Drapoel civilian clothes. Chon may have survived, as does Lee, wounded though she may be. Lee's attacker (not to mention the other Islandian victims whose names escape me, for now) meanwhile remains unidentified, and Da'Khiem begins to blame the exchange of fire on that November night, and the death of at least one Drapoel civilian, on foreign state-sponsored terrorism meant to disunite Korea still further. Shortly following these events, the CPRD invades the ROK, decimates the ROKA in its sleep, and encircles Seoul, leading to the full military intervention of Hudecia, LRR, and Kilean.

It seems a shame, because it's a story not without its charms, I think! Even if this thread does die, I think it adds some nice conspiracy theory and what-not to the history of the Korean situation, and I'm still glad EI started it. So yes, we'll see what the more confused players think of all this :) ))

OOC: AHHHH now it all makes perfect sense!

This does add some interesting flavour to our Korean RP eh? Some of these little intricacies are just wonderful!

So i guess Drapol juss explained the whole thread. There we go.. Do you still wanna find out wut happens?