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Miguel Antonio Salazar was sitting in an armchair in his mansion, enjoying the company of a white slave girl he’d taken from the nation of Emanara when the red phone rang, he knew what it meant, the Division was mobilizing, well at least his unit in the division was being mobilized. He kissed his slave on the cheek and told her, “Be a good girl while I’m gone”, before he ran out of the room and grabbed his jacket and cap, along with his sidearm.

On a major plantation in rural Western Sahara, a slave rebellion had started…

The day had begun innocently enough, Rudolf von Luck, the brother of Hans Luck of Mississippian Egypt, was on his massive sprawling 100,000 acre estate, of which 20,000 acres was devoted to the planting of cotton and 20,000 more acres to tobacco. Rudolf had lived in Western Sahara for quite a while now, and his 10,000 slaves stood as a testament to his wealth. The overseer and his three oldest sons were walking the fields with their M-14B rifles at the ready, using the whip to encourage any slaves who were working too slowly. The manager and his four oldest sons were patrolling the tobacco fields when suddenly it began.

Two of the slaves got into a fight, a predetermined plan to get the whites off their horses and down on a level field (literally and figuratively) The 19 year old son of the manager shot a burst into the air but simply more piled on into the fight, while he was attempting to pry the slaves apart, shouting, “Get back to work you lousy apes!” a black snuck up behind him and smashed a hoe into his back, suddenly the mob swarmed him, his father and three brothers were yanked from their horses before they knew what had happened and swiftly beaten down with in a flurry of blows and kicks.

Within seconds, the slave ban had acquired 5 rifles, 5 pistols, and two sub-machine guns, along with one shotgun. They promptly split off three groups, one heading for the manager’s house, one heading for the overseer’s house, and one heading for the plantation owner’s mansion.

The manager’s wife and daughters were just getting ready for their daily chores, taking care of the house, making sure the pets were fed, when suddenly a mob of screaming blacks burst through the door, the youngest son, old enough to carry a gun, but not old enough to patrol the fields, a 14 year old, fire his pistol at the first two blacks, dropping both of them before a shotgun blast tore into him and sent him reeling backwards, dead before he hit the floor.

The terrified white women cowered in the pantry, hoping and praying the blacks would pass without finding them. The leader of the blacks smashed the door in and then said, “We ain’ hair ta harm none o yuhs, jus giv us da key to da safe an we lez ya go…” The terrified mother, her arms around her daughters, meekly handed him the keys to the weapons room in the house and he turned around and said, “Ain’ nobody touch dem, ah’s gives ma word, word a word, u know?” The rebel slaves nodded their heads and then went off to gather up the dozens of rifles kept in the house.

Further down the road, the overseer and his sons were lying dead alongside the edge of the cotton field, as they’d been moving to see why the workers were sitting in the middle of the field doing nothing, an ambush was sprung and they were surrounded and hacked to death by machetes and axes. Now there were over 400 slaves armed with rifles and fast approaching the master’s mansion.

Rudolf von Luck was sitting in the rear sunroom, entertaining his wife and some company, a nearby plantation owner and his family was visiting. The middle aged white man chuckled at the joke his friend made, “What would happen if you crossed a black with an octopus?” Rudolf shrugged his shoulders, “What?” the friend nearly fell over laughing, “I have no idea, but it could sure pick cotton!” Rudolf stifled a laugh, “Oh my, clever, clever, yes indeed.” He then raised his wine glass and said, “To cotton, the king!”

His friend replied, “Yes, cotton is king!” and then suddenly the calm and peaceful environment was interrupted and shattered by a barrage of rifle fire against the house, they looked out and saw dozens of armed slaves running at them.

Rudolf jumped up, unholstered his pistol, and shouted at his wife, “Get the children into the bunker, tell the boys to get their rifles… Call the Police, call the Parachute units, call RG Commonwealth HQ and get the mechanized infantry company that is nearby, get them here now!”

When Salazar and the RG company arrived two hours later, the plantation was deserted, devoid of life, the mansion was ablaze, and the bodies of the family from the other plantation, along with the Luck family, were lying in the front yard, face down. It was patently obvious that the women had first been repeatedly raped before being killed. The only people they found alive and unharmed were the women from the overseer’s family and the manager’s family.

Over 5,000 male slaves were now armed and beating a path of destruction towards nearby plantations, ready to free thousands of slaves to join their rebellion.

Salazar spat a wad of tobacco juice out before he wiped the sweat from his brow and muttered, “Ah shit, this is serious…” A nearby lieutenant looked at him, “Sir, how serious?” Salazar chuckled, “Mobilize the reserves serious… Call Stahlecker City High Command… I want eight brigades out here within twenty-four hours…”


Across Western Sahara, approximately twenty million slaves had started a massive rebellion, they’d signaled each other with African drums, pounding out their coded messages on Saturday mornings when the whites were all in church. Thus far two thousand plantations had experienced either a total rebellion and massacre of the whites running them, or at least an attempted rebellion that was narrowly put down by the whites on them.


Ooc- Demographics info for Western Sahara.
Western Sahara 10,000,000 white colonists. 100,000,000 non-white slaves (300,000 native arabs, the rest are all foreign blacks brought into the nation as slaves)

bump, this will be the actual slave rebellions here, and the "Slavery the most divisive issue" thread will have the debate amongst Mississippian politicians and Commonwealth politicians as to what to do.

bump, if somebody wants to RP the actions of the slaves, drop me and IM or TG.

Miguel Antonio Salazar was back with his unit, in the field, his company of 20 BMP-3s (120 soldiers) and 12 T-98 MBTs riding as fast as they could to try to keep up with the BMPs. There were six G-6 155mm SPA attached to his company; they had spent all day riding through the ruins of plantations as they approached Stahlecker City. They’d had a few light skirmishes with bands of slaves, nothing too serious though, just a few minor attacks from rifles and light weapons.

The only exception was when a platoon of slaves used a few dozen RPGs and two MILANS to attack the convoy of vehicles, but having no experience with any of the weapons they used, only two RPGs hit their mark as did one MILAN, the side armor of a T-98 tank. The tank rocked and shook lightly but no serious damage was noted, it stopped, swiveled its main gun, loaded a HE round and fired, blow the two MILAN teams to pieces within seconds. Then the commander popped up out of the hatch and manned the F-12-LW 7.62mm Minigun, firing a sustained twelve second burst at the clump of trees about two hundred yards away, where there RPG teams were. The trees were cut down along with the rebels as the Minigun spat over a thousand rounds, silencing all who dared oppose it.


After six hours of riding through the rural roads, stopping every half hour or so to check their bearings or chase off some slave bands with the sheer firepower the tanks provided, they arrived nine miles outside of Stahlecker City. A massive slave army of four million well-armed slaves was approaching the city from the east, where most of the cotton and tobacco plantations were located. The entire 3rd Republican Guard Armored Division was assembling, two of the three mechanized infantry brigades had already arrived in full force, and two regiments of the final brigade were arriving when Salazar arrived, the armored brigade of the Division had already arrived, and the artillery brigade was also being drawn up, as was the anti-air brigade.

On the left of the 3rd RG division were two brigades of Federal Armor, six brigades of Federal Infantry, and five brigades of Federal Paratroopers, along with two brigades of Federal Mechanized Infantry. On the right of the 3rd RG division were two Commonwealth Horse Cavalry Brigades, eighteen brigades of Commonwealth Reserve, two companies of WSSAAS, six brigades of Commonwealth Infantry, four brigades of Commonwealth Armor, six brigades of Commonwealth, and five brigades of Commonwealth Paratroopers.

Roughly 346,500 soldiers, Federal and Commonwealth, stood ready to stop the four million slaves.

The overall commander of the combined Federal and Commonwealth Forces was Field Marshal Philippe Bon, recently promoted from General. He had spent most of his life fighting either Africans of Asians, he had been in the operation into Unified West Africa, and he had fought at Firebase Fabus and survived the subsequent captivity. Nobody really knew why a paratrooper officer was being placed in command of over a quarter million men, most of whom were either infantry, mechanized infantry, or armor, it just didn’t make sense, but the Governor-General, Henry Stahlecker, and the Commonwealth Senate approved the appointment of Bon as head of the Commonwealth Army. There were a total of about 631,000 Federal and Commonwealth soldiers in Western Sahara, and over half of them were now taking up their positions outside of Stahlecker City, between the city of three million whites and the approaching black army, a mob of an army was more like it, of over four million.

Salazar received his orders in writing from Field Marshal Bon, “Captain, your company to lead the brigades sized feint, and draw the enemy back to the position you are defending, you will bait in as many of their forces as possible, at which time the units carefully positioned on your flank will wheel and smash the enemy in the sides and the rear. We will make sure your unit has adequate reinforcements and fire support, worry not, young Salazar, I knew your father and he was a good man and a fine officer, I am certain you will also do fine.”

None of the units had taken the time to dig trenches, none had taken the time to lay claymores, or other mines, none had taken the time to setup the automatic defense Miniguns that will shoot anything that enters into their arcs of fire, all standard procedures for a tactical offensive designed to draw the enemy into attacking a set position. None of the units had bothered to do anything other than show up at the set time, and many showed up drunk, not taking the upcoming battle seriously, treating it more like a day at the shooting range, nothing to be worried about, fun mostly, nothing serious.

Up and down the line, soldiers were joking and laughing, not really getting ready for the attack that was supposed to have happened thirty minutes ago, the attack that the brigade Salazar was in was supposed to bait the enemy into making. One of the soldiers on a BMP that was out in the open were chuckling, “So, what do you think of all this, fighting slaves? Nonsense, isn’t it, we should be fighting men! Not nig—rs!”

Before the other soldiers could reply, RPGs and MILANS started crashing against the vehicles, hundreds of MILANS and tens of thousands of RPGS, within five minutes over two thousand BMPS and two hundred T-98 were knocked out or damaged beyond use. A messenger desperately ran into Bon’s mobile command truck, parked on a hill overlooking the battlefield, “Sir, they managed to get into our lines, they also managed to flank us and they got in behind us…” Bon was furious; he slammed his fist against the desk, “What the fuck! Weren’t the men patrolling?” The messenger reluctantly shook his head, “Sir, they didn’t feel it was necessary, they’re just slaves we’re fighting, not real soldiers.” Bon sighed, “Yes, but four million slaves.” The messenger shook his head, “No sir, initial intelligence reports were wrong, fifteen million slaves, and well armed with RPGs and MILANs, three-fourths of the slave army are attacking us… But where is the remaining one-fourth?”

Bon shook his head, “I don’t know, I have no idea, but get me Commonwealth High Command and tell them to send the Garrison of Stahlecker City to our assistance right away.”

The messenger gasped, “Is it really that serious sir? The Garrison? Ask for the Garrison?”

Bon nodded his head, “Yes, the garrison can turn the tide, they’re almost two hundred thousand strong, we need them here, and now…”


By the time the garrison was mobilized and marched or rode the nine miles, they found nothing but silence, evidence of a massive battle that had ended several hours ago. There were still some straggling rebel slaves that they skirmished with, but for the most part, everything was quiet and still. The wind blowing the sands over the remains of the Western Saharan Commonwealth 1st Field Army, the 3rd Republican Guard Armored Division, and the rest of the Federal 29th Expeditionary Corps. The commander of the Garrison of Stahlecker City, general Juan Carlos de Rivera, looked out from the hill Bon had been looking out from not even four hours ago. He covered his mouth as he leaned over the side of his staff car and vomited into the sand, he wiped the remains of bile and vomit from his face, “The entire Army! What the hell happened?”

A cough was heard and a man pulled himself out from under the wreck that was Bon’s mobile command post, he was in shock, not responding to anything, only muttering, “They’re just slaves, slaves is all, slaves can’t do this… Not this… No… Not this… No… Not this.” Rivera slapped him in the face and shouted, “Get a hold of yourself man! What the hell happened here?”

Bon shook and trembled as he spoke with disbelief in his voice, he’d not have believed himself, and he only believed it because he saw it. “Somehow they managed to get in all throughout our lines, I have no idea, we took all precautions, but they weren’t enough, the slaves were more numerous than the grains of sand in the desert, millions of them, we ran out of ammunition after a while, we got down to hand to hand fighting, brutal. Only a few officers survived, less than two thousand of the men managed to get away, mostly cavalry men whose horses ran off when the explosions started, carrying them away as well.”

Suddenly before Rivera could reply, a horse came riding up, a young captain strapped to it, beaten and visibly shocked. Bon recognized him as Captain Miguel Antonio Salazar.

Salazar started to cry, “The whole division, dead, they’re all dead!” Rivera shouted, “Then how are you alive?” He shook his head, “An RPG, exploded near me, knocked unconscious, the slaves captured me, beat me, then their leader told me to give this to the Governor-general and tell him it is all that is left of the Field Army.” He handed Rivera the two pieces of the broken fasces ( ooc- a bundle of rods and among them an ax with projecting blade borne before ancient Roman magistrates as a badge of authority)

Rivera looked at the two pieces broken fasces, “What did he say exactly?” Salazar struggled to speak, “He told the others to stop beating me, he dragged me to my feet, and then he took the fasces that he’d taken from the body of my division’s general, he snapped it over his knee and threw it at me, shouting, ‘Take this to your governor in the city and tell him it is all that is left of his mighty Field Army’, and then he spooked my horse so it carried me, and then it rode up this hill and here I am.”

Rivera shook his head, “We need to get back to Stahlecker City, right away, it could be under attack as we speak, only four brigades were left to defend it, the bulk of the garrison is here with me.” Rivera turned to his aide, “Captain, issue the marching orders to all units, we’re returning to the city.”

Two hours later the units all marched back into the city, muted whispers were heard as the people looked out their windows, already knowing what fate had befallen the 1st Field Army, wondering why the slaves had decided not to press their successes and attack the city.

The slave leader was debating with his top advisors, about what their next move should be.

(Leader) “We can’t take the city without serious siege equipment, we have none, we have no way to deal with the numbers of white paramilitaries and civilians that will shoot at us or be pressed into the army units either. We need to bide our time, ravage the countryside, force them to stay in their cities behind their minefields, bunkers, walls, and trenches; meanwhile, we’re destroying their economy by smashing every plantation in this wretched land.”

His impetuous and most arrogant, but brightest second in command jumped up, “No sir, we need to take the city before reinforcements arrive from either Mississippi or Mississippian Egypt, the whites will not rest until they have avenged their field army, we must strike now!”

The third in command shook his head, “No the commander is right, we must wait, and wear them down slowly, over time, we have numbers here, we can win.”

The second in command glared at him, “We lost one million soldiers to kill a few hundred thousand of their men, we can easily spare a few million more to take the City and then the entire territory!”

(Leader) “No, we only even won because they were arrogant and we caught them with their pants down. The next army they send against us will not be so easily defeated, we have bloodied their nose, but they possess the power to completely smash us many times over.”

The three men debated into the night, ultimately it was decided to split the forces into several groups, a few to keep an eye on the city, and prevent any movement in or out, but not directly assault it, a few more to ravage plantations, and a few more to seize other cities that might not be as well-defended.

bump for more to read.

last bump for a while, probably. The next post will be more crap about the slave rebellion and how the masters will fight back, and how Miguel Salazar will earn a nickname that would have made his father proud.

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last bump for a while, probably. The next post will be more crap about the slave rebellion and how the masters will fight back, and how Miguel Salazar will earn a nickname that would have made his father proud.

ooc: Unless of course I can RP the as the slaves?

ooc: Unless of course I can RP the as the slaves?


IM me please. :D

OOC: `Tag`

The hot dust rolled in a lazy wave accross the barren landscape of the Western Sahara. Hidden in obscure shacks, the leaders of the rebellion plotted their next move against the white Governemnt. Tutumkala Afrika, the tall and softly spoken head of the insurgency was worried.

Does the maltreatment of the white women continue? He asked bluntly, staring out his Generals in turn. Eventually General Zama spoke.

The men are angry sire. They seek vengance for the injustices put upon them. Of course, this does not justify their actions, but harrasment and rape continue.

Afrika's eyes flashed with sudden anger, and the power that resided within the individual could be felt throughout the room.

It must end. You hear me when I say this. Any man found to have abused a woman, black or white will be shot. That is my order.

There was a flory of pens as the Generals took notes. Afrika took no notice and continued speaking.

I have instructed my secertary to send the following message to Czar Fabus. It reads,

Dear Excellency, You will be aware by now of the situation inside of Western Sahara. My people have risen up against the most ancient and decriped pratice of slavery, and are seeking a decent life for themselves and their familys. I know of your principled stand against slavery, and we urgently appeal to use whatever power that you hold to end this most deplorable situation.

Yours Faithfully,

Tutumkala Afrika.

General Azzar spoke immediatly, his hot radical voice flushed with anger.

You are consorting with the enemy! The White man has always been our enemy, and now you are whoring our cause!

In comparison, Afrika's reply was calm and measured.

We must do whatever we can to ensure that our brothers and sisters can be free. That is all that I am saying on this matter, Azzar, and you would do well to remember who is making policy decisions here. Now we must await our reply.

Azzar spoke again, unbowed.

And if no reply comes?

Afrika, measuring every syllable spoke with the force of a man who knew that perfection was in his grasp replied quietly.

We will go global.

Czar Fabus was in a conference in Stahlecker City at the very time, there to discuss the slavery issues in FSI and how best to phase it out of the economy. He looked at the letter, and didn't know what to do, he wasn't going to abandon Western Saharan whites and let their economy crumble, and economy based on slavery and the plantation system.

He called an advisor over, and whispered into his ear, "Get me Governor Tallmadge in Alexandria, or wait, he might be in Marsa Matruh, I don't care, just get him on the phone, I need him to get me fifty divisions from his Commonwealth Army and have the Federal garrison there dispatch another ten divisions along with the forces. Tell them that I want them here yesterday... You have your orders, get to it."

The advisor snapped to attention and then ran off to tend to the orders. Roger started to pace back and forth in the room, a moral dilemma, a crisis of the soul, allow slavery to continue, and idea he disagreed with, an institution he hated... End slavery and risk secession of Western Sahara and Mississippian Egypt, risk incurring the wrath of all slavers for now and all time. He never really cared what people thought though, and the name Fabus was enough to incur plenty of wrath.

He took the letter out of his pocket and crumpled it before tossing against the wall. He took out a pen and started writing.

"Dear sir, in reply to your recent letter, I must state that the current conditions are not right for me to act on your requests. As you are most certainly aware, the slavery movement in the Commonwealth is such that to outlaw slavery immediately would provoke immediate secession and civil war. While I do wish to end the horrid practice, I am not willing to plunge the federation into a civil war, indeed Western Sahara has been bloodied by Muslim insurgencies, and Mississippi himself recently had a civil war. I have a plan to phase out slavery over a several year period. However, movements such as those you are making will only hinder the process and prolong the agony of slavery. I ask that you and your men lay down their arms and return home, you will be granted general amnesty."

Czar Roger Fabus

The silence that greeted the arrival of Fabus's reply lasted for a full six minutes. General Swazil broke the silence with two carefully chosen words.

And now?

Afrika's reply was so quiet that they had to lean towards him to hear.

Fabus has sold us out. We must proceed with our initial plan. I will adress the international community. In the meantime, step up your attacks on the white land owners. No executions.

The meeting had ended, and one by one the Generals saluted and left the room.

An eight man team of WSSAAS (Western Saharan Special Air Assault Squads) was moving swiftly and silently through the shifting dunes into the Fabus Forest where the main rebel camp was believed to be.

They were to approach from the west while three other teams approached from the north, south, and east, it was to be an entire platoon effort to recon the rebel's main camp and then if deemed feasible, carry out an assault against the camp.

The WSSAAS had been told not to engage if there was more than two thousand enemies present at the camp.


As the sun started to set, the men switched their night vision goggles on as they pulled them down over their eyes, snapped tightly onto their helmets and now down over their eyes, they would rule the night. The night stalkers moved forward, creeping slowly with each step to avoid rustling leaves or snapping twigs.

After what seemed an eternity of crawling and creeping forward, each of the four teams arrived at their pre-determined positions about twelve hundred yards from the camp perimeter. They'd spend the better part of the next hour mapping out the camp and deciding if an assault was feasible. If so, they'd move to within two hundred yards of the camp and then divide the eight man teams into four man teams, with one team providing cover as the other team advanced, sneaking closer until they were just a few seconds dash from the perimeter. Then the assault would begin simultaneously against the entire length of the perimeter.

When the Generals had left, Afrika pressed a single button on his pager.

Outside, a sentry was scanning the horizen with a night vision goggle, it had been taken from a corpse of the 3rd RG division. Only one side still worked, but it was enough to make out the approaching figures. He whispered into his radio the bad news.

Enemys sah. Around ten. Well armed and armoured, WSSAAS.

Back inside the small complex, Afrika smiled. Were the enemy so naive that they thought him unprepared? He grabbed a small package from a safe and put it inside a chair. Then he rolled a bookcase back and strode into the darkness of the hidden tunnel. In the meantime, throughout Western Sahara, the white mans world was collapsing around them.

ooc: I want Tutumkala Afrika to survive this RP. The Momanguise government will give him clemency.

Governor General John Tallmadge of Mississippian Egypt had decided the matters in Western Sahara so pressing that he had put off his trip to Sharina and immediately led six parachute divisions and four MESAAS into Western Sahara, they had arrived within twenty-four hours after the tragedy that befell the 1st Field Army.

These units were simply the advanced guard of the million man Commonwealth ME army that he had pledged to bring into WS to support governor-general Henry Stahlecker.

The differences between the two men were great, Henry was a pro-slavery man to the core, Tallmadge hated the idea, Tallmadge was middle aged and mature, the experiences of dozens if not hundreds of battles. Henry was a young man who had only a few dozen battles under his belt, but still far more than most non-Mississippians of his age. The two would end up clashing over who would lead the forces, Tallmadge believed since he was bringing in his territories forces, and he had the most and best forces, he should lead. They would settle on alternating command daily.

The eight infantry that arrived in Western Sahara had to land in the southern regions near New Bir Gandus as that was the only area with enough open runways to accommodate so many men. The men would make a forced march of over three hundred miles to link up with the parachute divisions in Stahlecker City, from there they would march out and try to do battle with segments of the slave army.

Command of the eight infantry divisions had fallen to Field Marshal Don Juan Miguel, the hero of the campaign against UWA but also the failure of Firebase Fabus. This was the chance he'd been waiting for, command of two infantry corps organized into the "1st Mississippian Egyptian Expeditionary Army", his chance to regain his honor. Don Juan Miguel was one of the older commanders in the campaign, even older than Tallmadge. The old general now rode at the head of his unit, on a horse, urging the men on as the hot desert sun beat down upon them.


Ooc-

General Antonio Don Juan Miguel (49) The commander of the 2nd Parachute Division. Born in 1956 in Equatorial Guinea, which was then controlled by Spain. Took part in operations in Unified West Africa in 2004. Not very diplomatic, he has been known to turn situations that could have been defused into firefights. Married and has a large number of children. IQ 142.

Governor-General/ Field Marshal John “Genocide Johnny” Tallmadge (38) Governor-General of Mississippian Egypt Field Marshal who was involved in the operation in Hatarian Mammalia, originally as a general in the 11th parachute division. His combat drugs, along with those of his soldiers, were illegally altered by shady doctors and he finally managed to kill the doctors responsible. He is the Duke of Marsa Matruh in Mississippian Egypt. He is a very handsome man and when not affected by the combat drugs, he is very calm and has little or no temper.He committed numerous genocides against non-whites and non-christians, over 400,000 were killed under his authority or on his orders in Yugoslavia, Tennessee, Chechnya, Western Sahara, Angola, Libya, Ohio, and Kentucky. He had one son, aged 17, who was in the Republican Guard until he was killed in action in late August in Mississippian Egypt in a terrorist attack. IQ 152.

ooc: I don't think I can really contribute to that, seeing as their your characters. Just post again. In addition, can I keep Tutumkala Afrika after this RP?

ooc: I don't think I can really contribute to that, seeing as their your characters. Just post again. In addition, can I keep Tutumkala Afrika after this RP?


Ooc- Skirmish with the infantry marching north, discuss the recent arrival of more men in the city itself and then near Bir Gandus. Your men should be afraid since his nickname is "Genocide Johnny". And yes, you may keep your guy. :D

To: Rebel Slave Leader

From: Czar Roger Fabus

"You are incredibly lucky and fortunate that events outside of my control in TBD have dictated that I need all available forces ready for other reasons and such. I don't have much time to discuss this matter... I will agree to grant you freedom on the condition that you will find world leaders willing to accept your people into their nations. You will not be welcomed to stay in Western Sahara in the numbers you are in, we do not want a hundred million free africans running around in our land. Do you agree?"

Reply to: The Most Esteemed Czar Roger Fabus
From: Field Marshall and President of the Free West African Republic, Tutumkala Afrika.

If you are indeed offering us the freedom that we seek we thank you. Many of my men wish nothing more than to live in peace. I will enquire as to national leaders who would be willing to accept the influx of refugees.

However, this leaves the problem of slavery itself. I cannot abandon my fellow brothers and sisters who live under the whip. Are you promising all slaves freedom?

From: Czar Roger Fabus
To: Slave leader


"Yes, all non-white labor slaves shall be set free and allowed to leave the nation, well mandated to leave the nation. All white female breeding slaves shall be set free and offered citizenship. Trust me, your people are better off getting out."

To: Czar Roger Fabus
From: Tutumkala Afrika

Of course, we have gauranteed our position as accepted refugees with the Momanguise government*. This includes our asian brothers I presume? I also trust that you will be able to prevent the local administrators from exacting any form of violence against the refugees. In the mean time, God bless you for your mercy.

Yours Faithfully,

Tutumkala Afrika.

ooc: * Hell, why not.

To Slave Leader:

From Czar Roger Fabus:

"There are no asiatic slaves. Only arabic and negroid, to the best of my knowledge that is... However, all slaves will be released."

To: Roger Fabus
From: Tutumkala Afrika

I apologise for my mistake, I was intending to say arabic. Very well, I shall make further contact with Yerevan.

The force of just six parachute divisions of the ME Commonwealth Army in Stahlecker City under the command of Field Marshal John Tallmadge had grown in size to over sixty divisions from the ME Commonwealth Army (About 40 of the divisions are reserve infantry divisions)


The force of eight divisions under Field Marshal Antonio Don Juan Miguel was continuing their march from New Bir Gandus, north towards Stahlecker City. Miguel and Tallmadge intended to crush the slaves regardless of what the government wanted. Tallmadge and Miguel wanted the honor and glor of engaging them in battle and crushing them.

Each of the men had worked out a plan to provoke the slaves and thus make it appear that it was the slave side that broke the cease fire. Don Juan Miguel believed that simply by marching men towards Stahlecker City, it would be enough to provoke the slave army to attack him.


If that didn't work, they'd use WSSAAS and MESAAS to provoke the slaves into launching massed human wave attacks against fortified Commonwealth positions.

Meanwhile, the Momanguise first fleet was steaming towards the desert country. Well equiped with several landing craft with the latest MBT's aboard, the military was to wait in international waters in order to ensure that the Western Saharan governers did not provoke a conflict. The order of the day was to treat the DA and Saharan executives as essentially two seperate governments.

Ooc- As for your latest MBTs. Nobody has really tested any of their tanks against T-98Ws because none have been available for other nations to test against. Same with the T-99s. However, it is possible you tested T-98s, but your tanks will have to be fairly new to stand any chance against the T-98s. (Have you read the specs?)


Governor General Henry Stahlecker of Western Sahara is sending the following communication to the Momanguise government

Dear sir, why are your ships near my coast? We claim two hundred miles out as our territorial waters. Please keep clear that distance. Thank you.


Meanwhile, Henry has ordered the entire WS navy to put to sail and shadow the Momanguise fleet that is nearing the WS waters.


1 Fabus Class Super Carrier (Nimitz just renamed) (50 F-14Ds. 15 F/A 18 Hornets. 20 Rafale M)
1 Arizona BBG Battleships
3 Nathan Bedford Forrest Class Pocket-Battleships (NBF-04)
1 Baron Class Battleship (Iowa Class just renamed)
12 Hitler Class Destroyers (Arleigh Burke just renamed)
12 Stalin Class Frigates (Oliver Hazard Perry just renamed)
12 Kluxer Klass Kruisers (3K-04)
2 Kirov CGN
12 Farragut DDG (stealth)
15 Supply Ships
3 Los Angeles class attack submarines
3 Galaxy class attack submarines
3 Virginia class attack submarines

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The WS Commonwealth Navy is under the overall command of "Admiral" General Juan Carlos de Rivera. He is an army general, he has no naval experience outside of a few maneuevrs conducted with the navy years ago. He basically wanted to be an admiral for a while and see what it was like. Being friends with the Governor-General Henry Stahlecker, assured he'd get to be the admiral of the fleet.

General Juan Carlos de Rivera (52) The former Governor General of Libya. Born in Portuguese Angola, he was a member of a white paramilitary group fighting against the black terrorist campaign to expel the Portuguese from Angola. Currently a General in the Western Saharan commonwealth Army. IQ 163.

Sensing that the rebellion had died out, Tallmadge readied his bags to leave Western Sahara. When he finally heard the cease-fire was official, he did just that, he left. Henry Stahlecker and Antonio Don Juan Miguel however, they were not satisfied with the cease fire and were considering smashing the slaves. Stahlecker and Miguel had the same problems that Stahlecker and Tallmadge had, deciding who would command the army. They settled on a rotation of command daily.


Tallmadged had decided the Czar's word on the cease fire was gospel and so there was no need for him to remain, he had no intentions of pursuing his desires to smash the slaves, and thus he was on his plane bound for Sharina.


Stahlecker and Miguel were riding at the head of their army, Miguel in command for the day. Eight corps were present with them, nine hundred thousand soldiers, the largest army ever fielded for one operation. Miguel had suggested caution and baiting the slaves into attack.

Henry wanted a massive thrust against the slaves to scatter them and thus make them easy to pick off by rapid and mobile forces that would pounce on them. Miguel overruled that idea as it was his day to command.

The advance guard consisting of two armored brigades and six mechanized infantry brigades, was currently shadowing the rear guard of the slave army.

The enemy approaches sah.

Afrika reacted in anger, with a swipe of his hand he threw a bust of Miguel to the floor where it broke, shattered into a hundered pieces.

The bastards, so much for iron disipline and chain of command...

The aide interupted,

Orders sah?

Afrika stoked his beard, thinking aloud.

They were foolish to attack us here, our defensive position is extremely strong. To arrive so quickly they will have used mechanised forces...yet our position in the gorge makes them ineffective. We have artillery and tanks of our own, in inferior numbers true but the enemy will not have planned for this. We also will at least match them in numbers, if not better them. What word is there of the Momanguise navy?

They are engaged in a standoff with the Decisive Action fleet. Apparantly neither Government is willing to spark a full scale war.

Afrika paused for a moment of meditation. Was he angry with his ally? No. They were here, helping and that was more than any other Nation had done. They may still play their part before the day was done.

Call in the Generals. Also ensure that every defensive position is covered at least twice. Eliminate all blindspots. Have the ordance well hidden, we must maintain something of an element of suprise. Today the sun will go down on the world of slaverly and it shall neer rise again.

The clocked ticked midnight and Henry Stahlecker assumed command of the army, he immediately ordered his generals to arrange a plan to attack at first light. They were going to deploy in twenty massive columns and march straight forward into the enemy, utterly destroying them with overwhelming firepower. He would have the air support of over two thousand helicopters and five hundred fighters and other ground-attack aircraft (MiG-41 two-seaters, Su-25s, Su-37s, A-10s, AC-130s, etc)

While the twenty columns (each about thirty thousand strong) were advancing forward, two flanking maneuvers, each of about one-hundred and fifty thousand, would attack the left and right flanks of the slave army, forcing them into the jaws of the approaching line attacks (the columns would form into lines about 1500 meters from the slave army and await them to be forced against the lines, breaking like the waves against the rocks)

Meanwhile, the Momanguise fleet had recieved the information that the fascists were massing for an attack. Not knowing whether these actions were being taken by rogue generals or from the Czar himself, Admiral Torov was in something of a fix. Should he issue an ultimatum, or open fire upon the shadowing fleet? He had the superior forces to do so. Yet he was a self proclaimed humanitarian, and determined to save lives, even fascist lives. He finally decided on an ultimatum, and sent an encripted message to the Czar.

Message sent, encription complete.

For the attention of Czar Roger Fabus,

Sir, we have recieved word that several divisions are massing for an assualt upon our allies.
We were under the impression that you had given permission for the emancipated slaves to leave without being harmed, please ratify this. A
lso, given the gravity and urgency of the situation, please understand that consider it imperitive that you bring these forces back under your control.
Failure to do so will result in us taking these matters into our own hands.

Yours Faithfully,

Admiral Segi Torov.

Roger replied to Momanguise, "I will handle this promptly, decisively, and without haste, fear not."



He then sent a message to the commanders of the forces massed to attack the slaves, "Stand down or you and your families will swing by your necks..."


The slave recon units reported that it appeared the units massing for the attacks were breaking camp and readying to march away.

Reply:

This is indeed excellent news. We will make full steam towards the nearest port where we will begin evacuating the slaves. This operation will take approxamatly two years, according to our estimates. The rebel high command has been alerted and will disband the army the moment they leave Saharan waters.