Apoclania
19-10-2004, 02:33
The renegade movement in Apoclania, which gained international attention following a massive movement by the Apoclanian Military intended to wipe it out, is on the rise again. The Apoclanian Minister of Finance, a key figure in the Consumerist government, was assassinated earlier today in a brief but violent gun battle between the Minister's bodyguards and renegade snipers. Not wanting to risk a sudden collapse of the Powerhouse economy, the Dictator of Apoclania appointed his sister Interim Minister of Finance within hours of hearing the news. Though reluctant, she accepted the job. Soon afterwards, the Dictator called a military with the top ranking military brass.
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Location: Main Conference Room, Apoclanian Parliament Building
The top ranking-generals of the Apoclanian Military sat patiently at the conference table, waiting for the Dictator to arrive. He promptly did so, striding into the room flanked by two Special Operations "Oni Prospect" Soldiers, each wielding a high-powered assault weapon.
The Dictator took a seat at the high end of a table in a large chair, similar to those his generals sat in. He spoke.
"Welcome, gentlemen. As you already know, our previous Minister of Finance was assassinated earlier today by the renegades while on his way to a meeting of the Chamber of Commerce. Obviously the rebels, knowing of our ultra-strong economy, figured that taking out a key figure in the economy would cause our economy, and therefore our country, to collapse. Now, I gave the new rebel leader, Mr. Jay Daveson, a warning approximately a month ago. It appears to me now that he has flatly refused that warning. The consequences of such an action were made obvious when the warning was giving. I intend fully to follow through on my promise of harsh military action upon the last of the renegades. Do you have any recommendations?"
A general with the nametag "Gregson" spoke.
"I do, sir. Intelligence and scouting reports state that the rebels have been falling back into the forest of the Apoclania National Park, a few kilometres from the capital city. My sources indicate that the renegades have heavily fortified positions that run deep into the forest. It is my opinion that this may be their newly established headquarters, and that we should strike them as soon as possible."
The Dictator smiled. "Any suggestions?"
Gregson answered.
"I already have multiple scout soldiers in the area, at least twenty. I can have them eliminate any renegades on the outlying sections, so that our main assault force can move up without any risk of the rebels being warned."
"Good idea." replied the dictator. "Though, I would recommend moving more scouts to that area in case we missed anything. I don't want the rebels giving ANY warning to their comrades."
"I will do just that, sir."
"See to it. Now, what about the main assault force?"
A general nametagged "Fergusun" said, "What about the powered battle armour we acquired from the United States of New Empire? We could send a few hundred of the Wolverine Class Battle Armour. A few modifications to the main weapons, and we could have the rebels begging for mercy the moment they see us."
"Excellent. I expect you to firm up your plans within the hour. I expect the attack to begin by sunrise."
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Location: Outlying Lands, Apoclania National Park
A single, Scout-Class "Oni Prospect" soldier squatted low on top of a large hill, binoculars pressed to her eyes. She was looking intently at a renegade surveillence outpost not far away. She tapped her wrist-mounted communicator.
"This is scout beta-9. I have sighted a rebel outpost. Light defensive measures. Approximately ten infantry. Approximately 500 metres northeast from my position."
"Roger that, beta-9. We are receiving orders from command to neutralize rebel surveillance positions. You have permission to use whatever force necessary to take out the outpost."
"Understood."
"One critical mission parameter: Do not let them alert ANYONE!"
"I understand. Over and out."
Calmly, Beta-9 put away her binoculars, and shouldered her Sniper Rifle. Peering through the scope, she targeted the communications power box, which she could see, was wired right to the main communications dish.
"Suck this."
BANG! The rifle kicked against her shoulder, and the power box exploded in a shower of sparks and metal. Startled, the renegades started running about, trying to see where their attacker was firing from. All they got were bolts of energy splattering their blood on the walls, and the ground. After a confusing thirty seconds, the last renegade fell dead, his head completely taken off.
"Base, this is scout beta-9. Outpost eliminated."
"Well done. Mission is preceding as planned."
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Location: Main Conference Room, Apoclanian Parliament Building
The top ranking-generals of the Apoclanian Military sat patiently at the conference table, waiting for the Dictator to arrive. He promptly did so, striding into the room flanked by two Special Operations "Oni Prospect" Soldiers, each wielding a high-powered assault weapon.
The Dictator took a seat at the high end of a table in a large chair, similar to those his generals sat in. He spoke.
"Welcome, gentlemen. As you already know, our previous Minister of Finance was assassinated earlier today by the renegades while on his way to a meeting of the Chamber of Commerce. Obviously the rebels, knowing of our ultra-strong economy, figured that taking out a key figure in the economy would cause our economy, and therefore our country, to collapse. Now, I gave the new rebel leader, Mr. Jay Daveson, a warning approximately a month ago. It appears to me now that he has flatly refused that warning. The consequences of such an action were made obvious when the warning was giving. I intend fully to follow through on my promise of harsh military action upon the last of the renegades. Do you have any recommendations?"
A general with the nametag "Gregson" spoke.
"I do, sir. Intelligence and scouting reports state that the rebels have been falling back into the forest of the Apoclania National Park, a few kilometres from the capital city. My sources indicate that the renegades have heavily fortified positions that run deep into the forest. It is my opinion that this may be their newly established headquarters, and that we should strike them as soon as possible."
The Dictator smiled. "Any suggestions?"
Gregson answered.
"I already have multiple scout soldiers in the area, at least twenty. I can have them eliminate any renegades on the outlying sections, so that our main assault force can move up without any risk of the rebels being warned."
"Good idea." replied the dictator. "Though, I would recommend moving more scouts to that area in case we missed anything. I don't want the rebels giving ANY warning to their comrades."
"I will do just that, sir."
"See to it. Now, what about the main assault force?"
A general nametagged "Fergusun" said, "What about the powered battle armour we acquired from the United States of New Empire? We could send a few hundred of the Wolverine Class Battle Armour. A few modifications to the main weapons, and we could have the rebels begging for mercy the moment they see us."
"Excellent. I expect you to firm up your plans within the hour. I expect the attack to begin by sunrise."
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Location: Outlying Lands, Apoclania National Park
A single, Scout-Class "Oni Prospect" soldier squatted low on top of a large hill, binoculars pressed to her eyes. She was looking intently at a renegade surveillence outpost not far away. She tapped her wrist-mounted communicator.
"This is scout beta-9. I have sighted a rebel outpost. Light defensive measures. Approximately ten infantry. Approximately 500 metres northeast from my position."
"Roger that, beta-9. We are receiving orders from command to neutralize rebel surveillance positions. You have permission to use whatever force necessary to take out the outpost."
"Understood."
"One critical mission parameter: Do not let them alert ANYONE!"
"I understand. Over and out."
Calmly, Beta-9 put away her binoculars, and shouldered her Sniper Rifle. Peering through the scope, she targeted the communications power box, which she could see, was wired right to the main communications dish.
"Suck this."
BANG! The rifle kicked against her shoulder, and the power box exploded in a shower of sparks and metal. Startled, the renegades started running about, trying to see where their attacker was firing from. All they got were bolts of energy splattering their blood on the walls, and the ground. After a confusing thirty seconds, the last renegade fell dead, his head completely taken off.
"Base, this is scout beta-9. Outpost eliminated."
"Well done. Mission is preceding as planned."