NationStates Jolt Archive

Josef Trinnada walked quickly through the dark alley. The alley was littered with garbage, and mud all of which seemed to give off a rotting odor. He wanted to get out of this hell hole as quick as possible. Finally he reached his destination. At the end of the alley a large metal door stood, he knocked twice before stepping back. A man opened the door, and looked at Josef. He closed the door, and unlocked it. It flew open, and Josef enterred. Inside five men had their guns pointed at him. He sees the section leader in the group and hands him his papers.

"I'm here for the job. I was told you gentlemen can assist me in accomplishing this."

The man looked at the Josef's papers quickly. He motioned his men to lower their weapons.

"I am Michael Toren. Welcome to our... home I guess you might call it. Now, I'm sure you must of had a long, and dangerous journey to get here, perphaps you would like to relax for a bit no?"

"Yes, that would be very kind of you."

Josef spends the night at the large brick building, sleeping on an old mattress. None the less when he awakens he feels relaxed, and well rested. He can hear noise coming from another room, and gets up from bed to see what it is. He enters a room, and inside several men work carefully on putting his "tools" together. Toren stands over them making sure none of them mess up. He looks up and sees Josef standing by the doorway.

"Well good morning. Come over and tell me what you think."

Josef walks over, and peers down at the table. On the table lay nearly a dozen small explosives, two pistols, an Uzi, and one very large explosive device.

"I believe this will be sufficient to do the job. No?"

Josef looks up and smiles.

"Good enough for me."

OOC:Bombings to come later.

Tara City; Population 12 Million
Josef had walked for several hours in the blazing hot sun. The crowded streets of Tara, and the numerous amounts of automobiles only made the hot worse. He would have to bare through all of this if he wanted to complete his mission though. After walking for a couple more blocks Josef had made his way to his first target. The Midway Intersection was the busiest Intersection in the nation. He dropped his backpack on the ground, and opened it. Wrapped in the newspaper was the large explosive made by Toren's men. He took it out, and placed it in the public garbage can. The dumpsters wouldn't empty the can out in another two days or so, he only needed a day though. Closing up his backpack he looks up from his crouched position. Everyone was quickly walking past him, noone even gave him a glance.

Openning another pocket in his backpack he takes out a sandwich, and eats half, throwing the other half in the garbage can. He stands up, and walks down the street again. Every now and then he stops, placing the smaller bombs anywhere they could be hidden in. And all during this time Josef hadn't spotted 1 police officer, or military guard. Noone had even taken notice into him. Well the people of Tara's sense of security will end soon. Very soon.

Finally he had placed his last bomb, hidden in a large bush by an open market. Now all he had left in his backpack was the two P226 pistols, and his Micro Uzi. Josef made his way down to the middle of the open market, where it was the busiest. He again dropped into a crouched position, and grabbed his Uzi, along with two magazines in his other hand. He swiftly stood up, and began spraying the area with bullets. Immediately the crowd scattered, but not before nearly 6 people lay dead. Josef spent the last round of his magazine before he loaded another one in.

He dropped his last Uzi Magazine into his backpack, and hoisted it on his shoulder, Uzi in his other hand. He began running out into Main Street again, firing at anyone he saw. Once he reached Main Street he finished off his magazine, and grabbed his last one from his backpack. Loading it back in he continued his relentless attack. People began running down the street, trampling those that fell. Finally a police car arrived, several in fact.

This didn't deter Josef though, he began firing at the police cars until his last Uzi magazine was spent. He reached for his two P226, and began firing with one in each hand. The police emerged from their vehicales, weilding MP-5K Sub-Machine Guns. They fired bursts at Josef, who continued firing in the open. He was hit several dozen times in his chest before he fell. As he lay face flat on the asphalt, he remembered the detonation switch, which caused all the bombs to go off, rather than 1 day later. Reaching into his pocket he pressed down on the switch. As the police got closer they heard his last few words. "Damn Christians"

The explosion in the open market was only 10 yards away from the six police officers, nails and pieces of metal pelted their bodies. The explosion lifted their bodies into the air, before smashing down back to Earth. All six were dead. By the end of the day 278 people lay dead, another 421 were wounded.

Channel 2 News Report
"A terrible bombing, and shooting today has resulted in over 250 killed and 400 hurt. The man which committed these acts was a non-believer associated with The United Revolutionary Front, a terrorist group that seeks out the destruction of Christians around the world. President Christos had this to say about the matter.

"This is merely further evidence that all non-believers want us Christians dead. They are violent, vile scum which enjoy committing murder, rape, and stealing. I promise to you all, I will not stop my hunt for all members in the United Revolutionary Front until they are all dead or in custody."

President Christos has already ordered the 11th Armoured Division to begin operations within the Reservation for Non-Believers. Disguised special operations soldiers are currently hunting for suspected members. Once found their punishment is expected to be swift, and deadly. This is Daniel Thorn with your 6 o'clock News Update.

General Issac Stronghand Command Tent
A middle aged colonel stood before the veteran officer. The colonel had several scars running down his face, and tatoos all over his arms. The esteemed general had called the Colonel to his tent several hours after the Colonel's ordered patrol, which resulted in twelve non-believers killed. The General sat just looking at the Colonel angrily. Finally he spoke.

"What were you thinking Dan? We can't possibly subdue this entire area with a division, we have to have the population on our side. If we start killing off every random civilian the URF will gain more supporters. You understand right?"

"No... They shouldn't even be in our nation. They are unholy, and will only bring disaster to us. I recommend we start using our bombers to start targeting major urban areas. If we are able to eradicate the source, the non-believers, then the URF will disappear. If they have no fighters, no source of income coming in, they'd be toast. Those twelve non-believers had it coming."

The general shook his head.

"I've been in enough urban combat situations to know that that doesn't work. We must gain the people's trust and respe-"

"Their trust? Their trust is worthless to me, they are the scum of our nation, they must be eradicated to ensure ethnic purity."

The General watched him for several seconds, his face beet red with anger.

"You know what, get out of here, you're relieved of command. I'm bringing up someone who can do the job I assign them"

With that the General motioned him out. The Colonel took several steps towards the door before he stopped. Turning around quickly he grabbed his H&K USP. Before the General had time to react he had several bullets in his chest. He fell down to the ground, wide-eyed. The Colonel stood over him.

"For the good of all."

He placed a single round into the Generals head, his brains splattering on the wall behind him. The Colonel brought up several PoW's from the Tribal Conflict. He managed to convince the Military Police that they had escaped from their cells, and managed to get a hold of a firearm. Then they went to the highest office and killed the general. Of course, it was between the word of a high ranking officer and a couple of PoW's. The MP's shot the PoW's on spot.

Within a day's time the Colonel had been promoted to Divisional General. Immediately he ordered the bombings of "suspected" terrorist hidings.

155th Squadron; 3rd Fighter Bomber Wing
The eight Su-25 fighter bombers took off from Aries Air Force base, a military installation controlled by the Regional General. They loadout was basic air to ground, cluster munitions, 500lb bombs, HE 30mm rounds, and some standard AtG missiles. Captain Thomas Smith peered out from his cockpit, looking at the ground below him.

"Commander 1 to Flight 8. Suspected ground targets below. Corey, and Steve strafe down, everyone else continue course, out."

Two Su-25's sweep down, and let loose a cluster munition each on a convoy of trucks. Within seconds the entire convoy had been ripped to shreds, along with the people inside. After several more minutes of flying the aircraft had reached their objective. Terevav City was the largest city in the Reservation Area, housing nearly 4 Million people. The aircraft were ordered to strike several key insurgent buildings.

"Commander 1 to Flight 8. Market place is ahead. Switch to missiles and cannons to engage target. Out."

The aircraft switched to missiles. The pinging sound confirmed they had a lock on the market place, releasing four missiles each. The missiles streaked towards their target, exploding 20 yards over the market place.

"Switch to cannons, engage"

The loud pounding sounds of the cannons deafened ears on the ground, the rounds smashing into food being sold in the market place. With only several more strafing runs the market place was in ruins.

"Commander 1 to Flight 8, well done. Move to last objective, release all munitions into target."

The final target was the Al Karim Housing Complex. With room for over 25,000 people the complex was declared an insurgent hot spot. The first 500lb bomb impacted the medical wing, the second impacted the Family Housing Area. The bombs came down like rain, cannon fire only ensured the complete destruction.

"Commander 1 to Flight 8. Mission completed move out."

Captain Morray casually smoked his cigar. The battle hardened Company he was leading was the best in the division. They now surround a large three story building, an alledged terrorist stronghold. There had been no activity near or in the building the entire night, but soon, the captain would be seeing plently of combat time.

"Captain, Sergeant Brinks here, you got a big ass convoy coming up. I'd say atleast 30 vehicales, no lights on and camo'd up. Want us to fuck'em up?"

"No Sergeant. I know for a fact you can't take all of those, we can't let even some get away. Come back from your position and join up with your platoon."

"Yessir."

Sure enough the large convoy stopped at the building. The truck, and car doors openned, exiting were men, armed with sophisticated Steyr AUGs, and FAMAS rifles. From the surplus armoury the Captain immediately suspected, since only a week ago a old surplus armoury was attacked and emptied by a "overwhelming" force.

"Platoon leaders, this is Captain Morray. Order all Mortars, LAWs, grenadiers, any HE device you got to be aimed at those vehicales. Machine Gunners, and riflemen target the individual soldiers. Let me know when ready."

Levelling his AK-108 the Captain trained his sights on a elder looking man. The night vision goggles worked perfectly he thought. The NVG were a new commodity to the division, a tool every man would need.

"Platoon 1 reporting all go... Platoon 2 reporting all go...Platoon 3 reporting all go."

"Roger, engage when ready."

Steading his rifle the Captain let the first round off. The man fell heavily to the ground as the men around him look out into the woods. Then all hell broke loose. The Mortars, and LAWs wrecked the transport vehicales sending sharp pieces metal into the bodies of the insurgents. Rifle, and machine gun fire ripped the insurgents into pieces. Their was no time for a good counter-attack to the Company sized attack. Within minutes all the insurgents were dead, save nearly a dozen wounded.

The Captain approached one of the wounded, training his rifle on him. The man was bleeding from his chest, several small holes in his legs were also visible.

"Hmm, an atheist insurgent. Too many of those."

The Captain shot the man with a short burst, he proceeded to do the same with the others, which were a blend of atheist, communist, and radical islamic insurgents. The building was destroyed with C4, and the area closed off to all non-military personel.

Under command of General Daniel Einhart the 11th Armoured Division began increasing attacks, and patrols in the Reservation Area. Dozens of suspected terrorists were killed daily, aircraft pounded suspected safe houses into rubble. Within two months of the campaign the once lively Reservation Area of 20 Million, was down to 15 Million residents. All of whom kept to their homes for fear of being killed.

City of Kelpt; Population 1,200,000
Lieutenant Bernon surveyed the homes around him. The poorly made homes were made of bake clay, with only two squares for windows in front, some had bullet holes through them, others were completely destroyed. The Captain suddenly ordered his platoon to halt. Only 100 meters away was the center of the city, which had a dirt road intersection leading to the four major roads in the city. This area was considered to be the most hostile area in the city, over 50 soldiers had died crossing the intersection. A Sergeant carefully walks over to the Lieutenant, watching the road ahead.

"How do you want us to go?"

"Seperate the four squads into two groups. One follows the buildings on the left, the others on the right. Spread out and keep low. Plenty of men have gone through this area unharmed Sergeant. Let's make sure it's one of those occasions."

The Sergeant nodded and ran off spreading the word. The Lieutenant kept his eyes on the road, he waited until the Sergeant told him everyone was ready via the radio. Moving silently the men made their way to the intersection. Their was no sound as they walked, other than the thud of the heavy rubber boats the men wore. About halfway to the end of the intersection a shot rang out. Immediately everyone went for cover. A single man stood in the middle of the street. He fell aburptly with a shot to his chest, still alive though. On his back the soldier looked for his rifle, his precious government issued AN-94. Another shot ended him.

The Lieutenant called through his radio.

"Anyone have a visual on sniper?"

"Sir, I think I saw him on Windsor Avenue, laying prone on a collapsed building, I'd say 400 meters. Didn't get a good look though."

"You think? You better be pretty damn sure it's him. I want a personal confirmation by you."

The nervous Corporal clutched his rifle. Taking a small mirror he peered around the corner. He was barely able to make out the dark figure.

"Sir, I see him now. He hasn't moved yet. What do you want me to do."

"You've done enough Corporal. Sergeant Biggs, I want you to order your 2 Support Riflemen to provide fire while we get our expert marksman into position."

The RPK armed soldiers make their way to the corner, keeping to the sides of the houses. Once they find a suitable spot they go down prone. Slowly they crawl to the edge of the corner. One SAW operator begins firing. The Marksman didn't even have to position himself to get a shot out. The machine gunner pelted the sniper with bullets. His body left in the street as a sign to all that pass. The Lieutenant got back up, and dusted himself off. He motioned for his men to follow down Windsor, the street looked empty, but soon a fierce firefighter would erupt.

OOC:Finish later.

The Lieutenant had left a squad down by the City's Center. If an emergency LZ needed to be established, that's where it would be. Now with 36 men left in his platoon they made their way down Windsor. The men casually walked down, figuring the day's combat was over.

Suddenly two Improvised Explosive Devices eurpted on both sides of the road. Bits of hard clay, dirt, and rock went everywhere. Four soldiers immediately fell, their bodies partly burnt. Rifle fire started to come down from the roof of the buildings, and from down the street.

"Everyone take cover in the houses, clear the houses out, and start picking off targets from the rooftop."

The Lieutenant waited for everyone to get inside before he went inside a random house. He shouldered his AN-94K, and took out his USP .40 pistol. After doing a quick search he found noone in the house. Satisified, he makes his way to the roof. Taking a deep breathe he opens the hatch, and climbs up the ladder. He quickly jumps down for cover the minute he is able to, dodging automatic fire. Luckly the hardened hedges on the rooftop seemed to be able to stop the heavy 7.62 rounds impacting it.

Slowly rising his head the Lieutenant sees several targets not 50 meters away pinning down a fellow soldier. Carefully rising his Rifle he aligns his optic sight to his target. Squeezing off a two round burst he sees his target go down, he does the same to the man next to him. The Lieutenant looked down the street down, seeing his men had taken care of all the rooftop insurgents.

He saw over 1,000 armed insurgents, moving angrily towards them. Grabbing his long range radio he quickly called in command.

"Base request fire mission at location Oscar Lima Bravo 152, repeat Oscar Lima Bravo 152. Authorization code is X925G1."

"Code confirmed. Expect air support in 8 minutes, 10 tops. Hang in there."

The Lieutenant dropped his radio and fired several bursts before speaking into his platoon level voice radio.

"Everyone just get to a secure location, and hold off the insurgents. Aim your shots, and use grenades only when you need to. Air support is coming in 8 minutes."

Bernon looked down the street again. They were now only 500 meters away, but they all of a sudden stopped their walk. Bernon grabbed his binoculars to see what was happening. Atleast 30 men came to the front of the line, armed with RPG-7s. He yelled into his radio.

"Target RPG soldiers, target RPG soldiers."

He picked up his AN-94, and aimed it down the street. But before he had time to fire the RPG's came whizzing down. Before he knew what hit him he was on the floor face first. Slowly getting up he looks around him. A cloud of dirt prohibited him from seeing anything over 50 meters. He could hear yells, but they weren't from his men. A thud of running feet confirmed the Lieutenants suspicion.

The entire mass of insurgents came charging foward rifles firing blindly. Bernon dropped a frag grenade, and took cover. Once he heard the explosion he loaded a fresh magazine into his rifle. He peered over the edge and saw four men running towards a house. Aiming his rifle he dropped all four. He saw more men coming from down the street, and he dropped two more frag grenades, hoping to stall the incoming reinforcments.

All seemed to be going well, Bernon had killed over two dozen rebels himself, but down to his last 2 magazines he needed help soon. The Rebels were now beggining to enter the houses, trying to get to the rooftop where the Lieutenants men were. Bernon kept his eye on the small wooden hatch, having his USP at his side.

Glancing over the edge Bernon saw a massive group in the street, he fired an entire magazine into the group dropping 13 Rebels. Down to his last magazine Bernon contacted his fellow soldiers.

"This is the L.T. I'm here by myself and I need some assistance. Beginning to be overwhelmed by Rebels, down to last Mag."

He only heard static on the line. Loading his last magazine Bernon looked for new targets. A dim figure only 120 meters from him seemed to be rallying the Rebels. The figure took two shots to the chest and fell. The mob now only grew more fierce. Several dozen rebels began charging into the house Bernon was occupying. He was able to down maybe a dozen before his magazine was spent. He now drew his USP, the .40 caliber pistol had three magazines left.

He waited for the wooden hatch to open, every second that went by seemed to take an eternity. Slowly the hatch began to open. Not taking any time to waste Bernon jumped down, he entered the small kitchen slightly shaken. Seeing a group of men before him he begins shooting. The surprized rebels didn't have time to react. The expert training Bernon had went through paid off. He finished the last man with a bullet to the head. Now loading his last pistol magazine Bernon took a big breathe. He ran out the door, awaiting him were hundreds of rebel fighters. Aiming his pistol he shot his first target in the eye.

Before he could shoot another shot the massive group turned and ran. He chased them, firing all his rounds before he stopped. Turning around he saw what the rebels were running from. A group of eight Mi-24 Hind helicopters were busy firing their heavy 30mm cannons at the running group. The Lieutenant had been too caught up in the moment to hear the incoming helicopters. Bernon collapsed on the ground. His platoon of 48 had suffered 27 KIA, and 13 WIA. Only 8 escaped unscathed. Lieutenant Bernon was promoted to Captain, and took command of the 3rd Rifles Company. The enemy of about 1,000 suffered 405 dead, another 350 wounded.

Outpost Clarice; 19th Mechanized Company
Frank Capucci, George Terenti, and Sarmin lay prone on a small cliff, outlooking the government outpost known as Outpost Clarice. The bitter cold of the night made their long recon mission difficult, but they knew they must stay until the very last minute. Frank Capucci broke the silence among the group.

"Ok, I've got 22 HUMVEE's marked down, a dozen 5 Ton trucks, 6 Armed towers, and a patrol of four around the perimeter. Anyone got anything else."

"If we plan to attack, we must take out the towers. Each one has enough firepower to kill hundreds of our brothers. The towers must go first."

They both looked at George now.

"Well I'd say that's enough for today. Let's get back to Barnathin."

Barnathin was one of the last Supreme Commanders of The Rebel Forces. His skill, and knowledge proved him to be a true commander. With a powerful armed group of 6,000 men, he had more then enough men to take Outpost Clarice, and from there move on to Camp Jolie. Camp Jolie was a battalion size camp, outside of the Reservation Area. Attacking that camp would draw forces outside the Reservation Area, putting less stress on his fellow commanders.

The three men had arrived at Barnathin's Main Tent. George gave his full report before Barnathin, who was standing over a map of the Outpost. After Barnathin had several minutes to think he finally spoke.

"We will attack at dawn. We'll neutralize the towers with Stingers, they'll be able to lock onto the heat radiators in the towers."

"Excellent Plan Barnathin. I'll notify the section leaders. How many do you want mobilized?"

"Mobilize all fighters. From Clarice we move onto Jolie. No stops."

"Very well."

The three men left the tent, and notified the Section Leaders of the upcoming battle.

TAG.

I'd like to get in on this when I get the chance, if you'll allow.

- N.G.

OOC: Sure after my next post you would be able to join in if you wish. Expect that post sometime today.

Instead of waiting for next post, I have deployed forces into the sector. They comply to FINIA RP Rules (http://s3.invisionfree.com/FINIA/index.php?showtopic=55).

Tanuion Sea:
FNS Falcon [15 Probe Transport, 10 Dreadnought Bomber, 30 Chinook]
FNS Feather
10 Lander [1800 Rifle Infantry, 100 Sniper, 100 AT, 50 Jay 4x4]

? Isn't something meant to be happening?

The three Germanian G-48 "Nord Giant" transports touched down in Tara City, and unloaded their forces...

Total forces to be conducting anti-terror operations within Tara City:

90 GSP Special Ops
25 Modified Fuchs Transporter-III's
20 Höllesfeuer Panzer-V's

They would contact the higher authorities of Tanuio and request an area for a base of operations...

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Notes:

1. The Modified Fuchs Transporter-III is the standard Germanian transport. It's built like the standard, but with a 4" layer of Depleted Uranium armor, a minigun instead of a machine, and a TOW missile launcher post added. The back of the transport has tank treads (4 wheels in each), the front has two reinforced high-density rubber tires.

2. The Höllesfeuer Panzer-V (or Hell's Fire Tank-V), is based on the design of the Leopard 2A6-EX, but with an added layer of 6" of Depleted Uranium armor, two 4-barrel minigun posts, smoke grenade launchers, a 142.8mm cannon (all shells are custom built and made of depleted uranium, and upon hitting their target, they pierce the armor of say, a tank, and once the armor has been pierced, it explodes. Standard, except not. Once the shell explodes over 400 small pieces of 12-sided, sharp-pointed steel "pellets" erupt out of the shell. Basically, it adds to the destruction of any target by putting holes in any remaining armor, or personnel. VERY lethal and VERY effective. Very large, heavily armored, incredibly powerful, and with a special-designed engine to counter the weight load, its maximum speed is 58.6 MPH.

(Tanks, artillery, and Special Ops are North Germania's strongest military areas.)

3. The GSP Special Ops are ranked in the top 10 best soldiers in the world. They're trained in every single category of military combat and procedure.

They are equipped with:

Steyr-Aug's
G-36's
Panzerfaust-3's
Walther-P99's
Mauser-M2 Pistols
H&K MP5A2 SMG's
Glock-21's
H&K G3-A4 Assault Rifles
H&K MG-43 Machine Guns
M18 Claymore Mines
H&K PSG-1 Sniper Rifles
incendiary grenades (grenades full of napalm, basically)
fragmentation grenades
night vision equipment
depleted uranium-kevlar combination body armor
thermal tracking equipment
satellite imagery computers
PASGT Helmets
communication equipment
tracking devices
AN/PSS-12 Mine Detectors
M40 Chemical-Biological Masks
NBC Protection Suits

They're all dressed in black, with their faces painted blue. They all have very light blond or very light brown hair and blue eyes. None of them are under 6'1". All have seen major military combat many, many times. Most are ages 25 - 30. You'll know them when you see them.

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- N.G.