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OOC:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=366004
^OOC Thread^

If you haven't been confirmed at the OOC thread... Don't get involved, unless Axis Nova says otherwise.
IC:

[Kaparan]
[Capital, Kurtz Commonwealth]
[2100 Hours]

NENN Liveupdate
LIVE FEED
"Hello, this is James Albuel, NENN! Right now, I'm in the heart of Kaparan, outside the UCSNE 'Embassy'. What you're looking at behind you is upwards of 100,000 protestors, attempting to break through the gates. The riots started early this morning, amid memorial services for the Battle of Kaparan Harbor, a bloody chronicle in the history of the area. It involved the shelling and destruction of the area by an Old Empire ironclad fleet in 1869, followed by the full invasion and occupation.

"However, there has been no life lost today, fortunately, but the police have refused to deploy against what they call 'peaceful demonstrators'. I personally have seen several small arms among the crowd, but nothing has happened yet.

"As you can see they can't get past the two walls, which are covered by Marines. I can only hope this situation doesn't erupt into bloodshed..."

The crowd had been throwing trash at them all day long. A wooden plank hurtled over the first wall, but bounced off the second, just short of the marines positioned there. They were in full riot gear, but their weapons were real. The grenade launchers on the M32 ATARs and other weapons were loaded with less than lethal rounds, but they knew that there were several with weapons.

Up on the roof of an embassy, a sniper team sat, surveying the area. The scope and spotting equipment were the 'fusion goggles' starting use the US first designed for Iraq, they had low light, zoom, and thermal functions. On the digital scope of the M27 rifle, a bright spot lit in the midst of the crowd. He zoomed in, and saw a lighter, along with what looked like a bottle.

"Mendez to first line, someone's lighting up molotovs."

"We see them, Mendez... Wait. There's a car moving."

The sniper adjusted his scope, and looked at the car. The engine was cold, but there were several people pushing it over to the wall. Soon more were being moved, off on to the curb. People were piling over the walls, and soon they had entered the small courtyard and garden between the two.

The flowers and gurgling artificial streams hid the purpose the Marines had for this area. It was a kill zone. They'd be trapped in here unless they could break through the walls.

"All units, this is the Major. Pop smoke in the South entrance courtyard. No gas, just smoke, over."

The thoomks of the grenade launchers made themselves heard as white smoke filled the area. Under the floodlights and the now flickering flame of the cocktails, it was a surreal sight. The crowd of men moving on the second gate dispersed, unable to see. But then, amid one of the cloud, a glow appeared, orange. Out of the smoke came a dark bottle, the tip flickering from the burning rag. The curses were heard, and the men parted as the area lit up in flame. Several were forming in a human pile to get over the wall, but under the ROE they could only fire on those armed.

Then the first rioter came over the wall, a college kid with a broken beer bottle, clearly drunk. He swung the bottle at one of the Marines, and swore to find it would not go through the ceramic armor plate. He leapt on top of the Marine, reaching for his throat. As the two struggled, the rest of the UCSNE dogfaces were dealing with their own problems. The Marine's hand moved towards his dropped rifle, as his left grappled with the student. With one last grunt of energy, the barrel of the M32 made contact with the side of the man's head. His eyes bugged and in reflex, his grip tightened. And in turn, the Marine clenched his fists and trigger. The 6.5mm caseless round ripped through the head of the unlucky rioter, spattering the Marine with blood. As he exhaled deeply, it seemed all eyes were on him, for a split second.

And then all hell truly rose.

The first firearm of the protestors, a small bore shotgun, barked as a Marine bowled over, alive, but toppling from the momentum. In return, the cracks, rips, and roars of everything from submachineguns to shotguns to sniper rifles met the rioters.

The fighting lasted all through the night. By sunrise, dead and wounded on both sides, by fair those of the rioters, lay in the morning glow. Only now were ambulances allowed in. And the recordings of the battle had already been aired.

It was only the first skirmish of many. On both sides, men were readying for the third open rebellion in two decades. And high in the ladders of rank, the strategies for one last war over the island were being written.

And abroad, new powers were preparing to show themselves.

(ooc: bump + tag because I had trouble finding the thing. Will post RP tomorrow, I promise. >.<)

[Keerjal]

The large town was waking up to another day of violence on the news. They hadn't been hit with conflict during the protests, but nevertheless, a company of Marines had been dispatched to the area from Sestena. They were in charge of guarding the mines and keeping local miners under control, which they could certainly accomplish. But it would be their own actions that would cause the worst of the conflict to come.

The local police stations were quiet, as officers checked in. People sipped their morning coffee, read newspapers, and looked over patrol routes for the day. Two officers walked outside to their car, slurping out of shining mugs. One took out his keys and opened the door to the vehicle, but the other stood stock still.

"Hey... Andr-"

As the cop looked up, he saw what made his partner so alarmed. A few men moving towards the loading docks, in ghilles and loaded with ammunition. Their faces were masked, but as one turned to check over the cars, his short barreled machine pistol made a bit awkward by the long silencer, Andrei drew his own weapon, a Glock 10mm. He barely had his arm up when the first .45 caliber round from the machine pistol quietly left the barrel and hit him in the forehead. The second officer just stood dumbfounded as the second round sent him to the ground like a grain sack.

The team of men swept through the station, many looking unsurprised at the happenings. A few smiled. Their day had come. The nationalists were getting their time in the sun once more, and as the heavily armed insurgents recieved a key to the armory for the officer, several other seizures began.

It was about 9:00 when Lieutenant Dave Skrellver heard about the morning's events. Since the marines were ordered outside city limits so as not to incite the locals, the fact they even heard about the capture of the stations was pure luck. Trying to find a good radio station, he accidentally accessed the 'emergency' channel for the town.

"... Citizens of Kurtz, the time is now. Report to police stations to recieve your equipment. The revolution starts, here, NOW! We will have men there to lead you in our fight against unjust oppression and the imperial bastards! Once again..."

"Ah, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK."

Nobody else could have put it much better.

0914

The orders were to hold fire until fired upon. What a crock. These guys looked like a ragtag militia to Corporal Sanders, but a deadly one. Most sported some kind of body armor stolen from the cops or given by the nationalist guerillas, and a variety of police weapons. Shotguns, HK rifles, and even some people with crew served weapons. This was not looking good.

"Dammit, I need you guys to get me permission to fire Mike Fox Papa!"

Sanders kept staring down his weapon's sights. The sergeant had been screaming at the platoon leader the whole time. He didn't get why they shouldn't fire. So what if they weren't all armed? They had to be stupid to expect to live. A few teenagers were even helping to stabilize the barrel of an RPD so they could fire it while the gunman was walking. This was ludicrous.

Someone broke into a Rover on the outskirts of the area. The Marines barricade had a large plastic and sand filled wall, along with several spike strips. It was pretty clear the nationalists would be stuck in a kill zone at this checkpoint, like most others, even with superior numbers. Someone hopped into the Land rover with a brick, some rope and a bungie cord. After lining it up, they adjusted their juryrigged 'autopilot' for the vehicle. It roared towards the barricade, and the Marines braced themselves. The large wall crushed part of the front before breaking, and the tires let go in bangs as the spike strips ripped through, but failed to stop momentum. As the barrier crumbled, the Marines quickly put their guns up once more. The mob was running now, civilians up front.

"THAT'S DAMN RIGHT THEY CHARGED THE BARRICADE! IT'S GONE! The only thing left between your ass and them is our guns, and we don't even have those. AUTHORIZE, DAMMIT!"

"Screw that, sarge. We're gonna be in some Delta Sierra in about 5 seconds."

"On my command, you will fire!"

Sanders looked over at his assistant, the man who was carrying extra ammo for his M280. He checked the feed of 6.5mm rounds and sighted a target. They kept getting closer. It was a stones throw, now. One of them raised his rifle, the barrel poking out behind a kid's shoulder.

That gunman and a marine rifleman fired at the same instant. The rifleman yelped as the bullet slammed into his left arm, and a 3 round burst slashed through the gunman- and the two civilians in front of him. The Sanders squeezed the trigger of his machine gun as the crowd seemed to evaporate into determined gunmen, howling wounded and mutilated dead. The well prepared defense took most of the hits for the Marines, but there were a few wounded. With the word of conflict, most other outposts opened fire as well, the 4 main entrances into the mining base well defended from the nationalists.

There were 4 dead, dozens wounded on the Marines. It had only whet their appetite for revenge.

"Call Sestena. Tell them we're advancing tonight, and I want some mohos down here pronto."

The commander of the group, Major Paul Heildeberg, turned off the headset in his command vehicle, a modified KAW-50. He looked over the information from the SLICS system and the pair of small prop drones buzzing around the outskirts of Keerjal. Occasionally the camera showed flashes of light from people taking potshots at the little robot plane, but to no avail.

1622

Sanders and the rest of the company had moved up since the fighting, and now sat on a hill near the highway overpass, the skyline of the city visible. They watched from freshly dug foxholes as the distant 'puttputtputt' of some kind of assault rifle or machine gun lashed out at one of the UAVs. They had to stay completely concealed. One of the privates had been carelessly moving up when the small tree behind him exploded, the result of a Barrett sniper rifle. The groups own Designated Marksman had been moving the most of any of them, moving from place to place after dealing with the snipers and various others. A few platoons were reporting mortar fire, which was met with the company's own few 81 lightweights.

But for now, they could only hope the reinforcements and Mohos were coming in on time.

That same moment

The highway from Sestena meant they'd be coming in from the north, not the south where their fellow marines were. As such, they'd be needing to make a serious detour. It was only a few miles until then, the GPS said. The driver of the KAI40B 'Super Fox' had to admit it was fun, shoving all the civvies out of the way with the pure authority only seeing a column of armored vehicles barreling behind your little hybrid can do.

That's when they saw the roadblock. 'WARNING: DAMAGED ROADS AHEAD'.

"Screw the sign, Hendricks. These are all terrain goddamn vehicles!"

The driver of the AFV grinned like a madman, slamming straight through the first barrier. But there appeared to be no construction workers reacting in shock, only reaching down towards the ground for-

The first explosive sent the front of the vehicle airborne for a bit. The nationalists were surprised they were sending vehicles this heavy first up, but they still had more. The men began climbing on top of the stricken crew of the vehicle, explosives in hand. The commander of the vehicle in his turret swung around his M312, a new version of the venerable Ma Deuce, a .50 caliber weapon, and blew the face of a man clean off, his body toppling on to two other men, who were summarily turned into a sickening display by WASP Point Defense Charges. The firefight raged, and eventually there was a several armored and armed roadblocks surrounded by dead bodies. The wounded were shot without a second thought.

2250

The mobile howitzers, the infamous mohos, were finally in place to support the assault. Helicopters and rotorwingcraft buzzed above the city, any mortar site that fired erupted in a ball of flame soon afterwards. The KAW-50 and KAI40 armored vehicles began to move in, infantry behind them. As soon as they passed the suburban areas, the battlefield became a bloody mess. Any building that showed the flicker of muzzle flash met the thunder of cannon and grenade. Machine guns raked streets of life, vehicles and corpses burnt twisted like sick altars to a war god.

Sanders threw himself behind a destroyed SWAT APC the nationalists had taken over, but lost to a burst of 30mm cannon shells. His assistant lay in the middle of the road, other soldiers hiding behind what cover they could fine. The corporal swore as he tightend the bandage on his right leg, and threw the empty plastic box that had held his ammunition, the movement of the little container from a hiding spot evoking a burst of gunfire. He quickly slapped in a new belt of 6.5 caseless, and responded to the order for covering fire, fingers of dust reaching out from where his rounds missed. A body slumped over a window as another squad advanced, taking fire as they went before the building next to them exploded, killing most of them.

It was clear to Major Heidelberg that the only way his men were going to advance was to take off the kid gloves. He gave the permission for artillery release, and the fire control orders started flooding through.

155mm guns thundered as all around were silent for a second, listening to the thunder in the distance and seeing the puffs of smoke and cracks from above. The guided munitions fell down in computer projected paths towards the areas where the nationalists were thought to occupy, and shredded walls, cars, and people alike in clouds of white hot shrapnel. Sanders watched in awe as the area in front of the crippled squad exploded, but thanks to the 'smart munitions' of the ICM rounds, they remained untouched. It was like a biblical miracle, for an infantryman. Not so for the civilian population and nationalists.

Of the civilians that chose to stay, the casualties were high, and so too were they among the nationalist forces. The much of the city was in ruins. But the Marines cleared every last inch. The fury of a day's worth of surprise attack, frustrating stalemate, and carnage released itself in the punishment. Anyone found armed was shot on the spot. The few prisoners were found with no weapons, most of them caught fleeing after seeing their comrades blown through the head at point blank with an M17 pistol.

The media had thought the Kaparan Embassy was bad. They didn't know the meaning of the word.

[A most emphatic tag.]

[massive Tag!]

(OOC: sorry for the delay.)

A large convoy of SUVs loaded with suit-clad, sunglass wearing men with radio roars out from the Axis Nova embassy, scattering the barricades in front of it as it heads out into the city.

The situation had grown bad enough that the Axis Nova government had issued a full evacuation order for all citizens within the country... though there were some that of course warranted more immediate evacuation.

The Axis Nova convoy quickly rounds up a bunch of busses and large trucks, and races around the capital, collecting various high ups and businessmen, and their families. Less important people do receive pages, phone calls and faxes, and they of course do their best to make it to the embassy as best they can.

Things prove extremely difficult, however, due to the irregular forces overrunning the city and the many heavy weapons being brought to bear on various targets.

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Axis Nova Civilian Evacuation Convoy

Lieutenant Finn curses as a burst of machiengun fire rattles off the side of the command vehicle he's riding in. The wild ride through the city had caused his small detachment heavy casualties, and radio contact had been lost with the embassy about 15 minutes ago... apparently some of the heaviest fighting had moved into that area. Finn picks up his radio as his vehicle smashes past another barricade, and calls the truck behind him.

"Finn to vehicle 9. We need to get these people out of here-- the embassy's had it!"

The radio crackles for a second, before the response comes back.

"Well, sir, there's a Kunde Corporation transport airship at the airport. We could commandeer those, and use them to get these people out of there."

Finn unconsiously nods as he answers in the affirmative.

"Sounds good. How far?"

"We're about 11 kilometers from the airport, sir. If we can cut past the stadium, we can get there in 30 minutes. I'm transmitting the data to your vehicle now!"

On the HUD displayed on the windshield, a small map appears in the corner, showing the locator signals of the convoy's vehicles and a dot where the transport is. The convoy quickly begins heading in that direction, hoping to get there before the fighting does...

Tagoo...

Kaparan International Airport

The airport was in chaos as UCSNE Marines raced to move every civilian aircraft off of the tarmac. Over radio and megaphone they boomed their message, complaints from the airlines of other nations and domestic flights aside. On virtually all of the runways were HyFlite QSJs (Quiet Supersonic Jets), the perfect aircraft for getting the staff of the embassy out of the nation. The turbofans howled to life as the aircraft soared off the runway. The first one was only beginning it's turn and climb when the first streak raced up towards it, surely supersonic. The missile slammed through an engine, before vaporizing the jet completely and showering flaming fragments all over the area.

"GROUND EVERYTHING! NOW! I want a location on that SAM!"

The Combat Air Controllers and C4I staff were frantically trying to keep the situation in check. There were currently a few A/V-46 Wasp II Canard Rotorwing gunships in the air, and they were quickly vectored in. In rotor flight configuration, they raced towards the area where the launch had come from.

Kaparan, outside the Airport

The men on the roof of the occupied building scarcely noticed the convoy of Axis Nova vehicles as they watched the first jet vaporize in triumph, and then set to work on reloading their StarStreak HVM launcher. Ammo was scarce for these weapons, like all of the nationalist missiles, but they were worth it. Then they saw the Wasps.

The evil looking aircraft bore Metalstorm 30mm gunpods on their winglets, cannon and eyelike cameras swerved around as the first one came in for a low level past, the buildings all around the convoy eruputing in muzzle flash as they tried to down the armored aircraft.

The second one, with it's targets locked in and no time to loose, armed it's Metalstorm guns, and fired.

Thousands of 30mm HyVeloc shells slammed across the whole street and the building around it, the pilot scarcely paying attention to the Axis Nova convoy now in a deadly line of fire. The second pilot, turning quickly with his thrust vectored engines and stabilization system, added more to the chaos. Buildings and pavement erupted into smoke and shrapnel, followed by flames. The two aircraft now circled the area, their gun cameras and thermal sights searching for survivors.

[Berliston, New Empire]

Geroge Bernsten stared up at the looming building ahead. Wait, building wasn't the right word -- more like a citadel. It was the Fortress of Berliston, and Geroge Bernsten was driving right into the thick of it. It almost looked out of place. Bernsten noted happily that the meeting was in New Empire. CommunismRevisited-'s capital city was no where as stunning. As much as Bernsten hated to admit it, a city of plain skyscrappers, all similar grey did not impress like a castle did.

The security was rather efficent. No doubt his arrival had been called ahead. Within 15 minutes of reaching the main gates, Bernsten, along with the junior members of the Committe for Expansion of Foreign Resources were being escorted down the hallways of the central structure. CR- had an intresting history to speak of, instead of tanks and guns they had built Bulldozers and jackhammers. Why do the actual fighting when you could go in as armed contractors? Thats how CR- worked. They would suck the land dry for our countries, giving them the resources. Of course, not before a percentage had been taken out for CommunismRevisited-s own use. An Army of contractors and construction workers could be just as devestating to the landscape as an army of tanks.

Reaching two large doors, ovbiously the entrance to a meeting room Mr. Bernsten adjusted his tie. He still didn't know who he'd be meeting, but whoever it was, it was likley this meeting would turn into the largest deal ever negoiated for CR-. Grasping the briefcased, filled to the brim with leaflets and graphs, Geroge steped forward.

Berliston was an odd city. Old fortresslike buildings from the Old Empire of Auerstadt and Nieuw Frisia backdropped by skyscrapers and the massive half domes of arcologies. Marines and staff watched as the CR men were lead down to one of the meeting rooms, with solid wood furnishings as usual. The screens displayed images of Kurtz for now.

"Welcome, Mr. Bernsten. Sorry about all the security, usually the nationalists stay on their home turf, but we can't afford to be complacent."

The speaker was a stout man in his '50s, Peter Grossmer. As the head bureaucrat of the mining, a deal this big would have to come through him. Also at the table was a nondescript looking man from Intelligence, younger than Grossmer.

"Now, I'd like to see the presentation on your deal. I assume you already know about the Kurtz situation, but there are some further complications you may not be aware of. But let's see what you've got first."

(OOC: Sorry for not posting lately, I was helping out with some local election stuff.)