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This is a message to…KKKHH…..anyone….we’re in open….KCKCH…rebellion….requesting aid against vile…KCKKK…vile leaders, ignoring plight of Samtonian people……need help…KRZZZCKK

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Claus turned to the monitor. It was an easy day at Samtonian Monitoring Communications Bureau, the massive monitoring agency that existed to watch, listen, snoop, pry, and generally be the nosy-neighbor on all broadcasts, both television and radio, within Samtonia.

Claus really had been having a nice day. Nothing much was going on, he was expecting to be able to go home early- but all that changed in an instant.

As Samtonian satellites picked up an unidentifiable broadcast transponder code, they cycled it to Claus’ desk to verify and ascertain what was being said by the message. And Claus didn’t like what he was reading.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, “This could mean open rebellion. Looks like I’ll be here for a while.”

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We hope this message got to you. We, the Free Concordat of Samtonian Peoples, beseech you for help. The rogue leaders of Samtonia will not stand for our freedom. Already, we fear they dispatch troops. We have nowhere near enough troops, equipment, or fighting experience.

This is where you, the army of Jurrik, comes in. We will pay top dollar for a military organization like yours to safeguard our fledgling nation. Please, think of the innocents that may be killed if you do not help. And if that doesn’t sway you, please think of your pocketbooks.

Any forces will aid us, and we will pay you as such.

FCSP Provisional Government

Quickly, the Armies of Jurrik were dispatched.


4 Helicopters and TWO F-16s and 5 CH-47s were in route. The F-16s well-below Radar Level, as they zoomed in, immediately firing two missiles. Taking out the section of Radar as they moved in. Finally, the last F-16 in the group, moved in. The CH-47s and the Three Apache Helicopters adjusted themselves. Radio silence.


Finally, coming upon the approiate cordinates, the CH-47s all slowed down in equality. The last one, opening it's back bay up, and started to do, HALO jumps. The men flying off in groups. It would be a while, though for now, the F-16s circled the group area, at Tree-top levels.

The Apache Helicopters did the wise thing, they immediately touched down and moved about the ground. Setting out to secure a good area. The HALO men falling to the ground easily and dropping their Parachutes. The 18 soldiers on the ground checked out the area more. Eventually, activating the Beacon and typing in the code for it to Transmit. Those rebels would be here soon to secure the area also.

As the guided missiles flew towards the radar station, it got out one last squawk of coverage before detonating in an explosive shade of orange flames. And in the military control station outside of Samtonia City, the entire low-coverage northern radar system shorted out.

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“Who the hell put the entire area on one god-damned radar!” screamed the head of the Samtonian SIDS defense network to his underling. “Why the hell didn’t we have more guarding the god damned mountains where we figured that exactly what happened could happen?!”

The minor functionary stammered back. “B..B..Bu..But sir, we asked for more. The budget didn’t give us enough…”

“Enough what! Enough money, enough foresight, enough god damned common sense! Is that what?”

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But the deed was done. As the gunships and paratroopers landed on the ground, rebels quickly hurried to their area, uncovering secret airstrips and caches of weapons, as well as underground shelters for the mercenaries to sleep in.

And as the last hurried underground and rebels began unloading small arms, a Samtonian Monitoring satellite swung overhead.

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“So you’re saying they’re in open rebellion?”

“Yes, yes I am. We need to stop it.”

“What did you see?”

“Small arms, rabble with weapons- nothing a well trained division can’t crush.”

“Well then inform the council and make it happen.”

As the men had become situated overnight, they operated in silence. Total radio silence. Their leader had been shot eight times in the head. Moved against the wall and the new leader, a man named Hagert Fugrker. He was a very muscular man. Not one to easily give up.


The men quickly re-organized squads and made a Encrypted Communique back to Jurrik Nation. To a General named Krik Guztik. He would organize a weapon drop. It happened within the hour. Several planes flew over the selected locations, dropping off ICBM warheads with Sarin Gas and small arms and large arms. Mostly Naga Rocket Launch systems and Hummers and the sorts. It was no longer a small situation. But they did it at night time (The drop) and did it quickly. It was a HALO drop in actuallity. No way they would ever know. Though, troops quickly moved out. Scouting the location and making maps. They would be ready. Ready at Noon tommorow to break out and take out the local Military zones.