Keslovakia
17-12-2004, 22:29
The satellite spun like a loose top, slightly wobbling as the it sent it's message to the Keslovakia Military Intelligence Operations Center (KMIOC). The satellite made a few beeping noises that were lost in space now, unheard by human ears.
http://www.oceanservice.noaa.gov/topics/navops/positioning/satellite.jpg
The corporal sat up right and blinked quickly. Seeing no change on his screen he took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, put his glasses back on and looked again. No change. He then proceeded to wipe off his glasses and look again. Still no change. He wiped the sweat off his brow and then called over the Supervising Officer. "Sir! Sir, I think we have something here!" The supervising officer spun on his heel, his chiseled face locked in a smirk.
The supervising officer, a Colonel Wyatt was a veteran of Keyshona black-ops. He completed over 50 missions with Black-Ops and seen various wars, one being the Keyshona revolution that created Keslovakia. He didn't like his new job too much, wasn't exciting but the pay was good. In fact nowadays the military offered the best pay of any other job he could damn near think of. The economy was weak, Col. Wyatt liked the President but thought maybe he was a little too socialist for the economy's good. All thoughts aside, he walked over to the nerdy corporal who had called out to him. "What is it, son?" inquired the gruff Colonel.
"The Islamic group in sector one..they...uh..."
"Son! That is the rebel sector closest to Keslovakia, that's important, so open your god damned mouth and tell me!"
"In a nutshell, they're coming closer. Small numbers, could be only one division, well if you guy by our numbers. You know..like one of our divisions is equal to the numbe rof enemies advancing and..." expalined the young coroporal.
"I get it. Is that all? I mean, they advance nearly every weekend, do security and stuff." Colonel Wyatt said.
"Well, they've come farther west, than ever before, they left some of thier larger, western-most bases unoccupied. Meaning we cou..."
"Could eliminate the advancing group and push back to their western bases, regain territory as well as our estranged population," interrupted Colonel Wyatt.
"Well, yes. That's my idea anyways. But I don't hold any rank. Heh." the Corporal chuckled.
Colonel Wyatt wlaked away and grabbed a bright red phone on the wall. "We got a boy down hurr with an idea. You might like it." With that, the colonel hung up the phone and left the room to wait for the guest they were expecting.
The President arrived within an hour, driving himself in his Bentley Continental GT. His sports car escorted by three armored Cadillac Escalades, with Presidential Security Agents (PSA) inside, each armed with Colt .45 hand guns. The skinny president stepped out of his car slowly and closes the door, locking it. The President was not a muscular man, but he gave off an air of power. Trailed by his protection entourage, the President approached the Colonel and shook his hand after he was given a salute. "Good day, Colonel Wyatt, it's been a while," the President spoked in low clear tone, "What is it you want to show me?"
"Well, one of our boys has found something," stated Colonel Wyatt as they entered the building, "It appears the Islamic forces are making a small advace towards us and are leaving the Western bases unoccupied. We could easily wipeout the advancing forces and then regain our lost territory and seize their bases. We would also be liberating a good amount of our old Keyshona population."
"Ah, Keyshona, a country i created with my barehands, all gone now! Argh, how I hate those groups, the racist fools, all of them. Either agianst non-Islamists or agianst non-Christian Whites."
"Yes, sir. I miss Keyshona too. 'Twas a great nation. But anyhow, what do you think of the idea." asked the Colonel as he pointed at the printout of the satellite photographs, now sitting on a steel desk. The President himself was a military expert and strategist and thus he was also Supreme Commander of the Keslovakia Military.
"Let's go with it."
Those four words began the preparation for the largest land and air offensive since the beginning of the revolution. The 17th Airborne, 1st Armored and 18th Helicopter Assualt, and the 5th and 8th Infantry Divisions were brought iinto fighting status and began drills.
Two infantry divisions were to be moved along the North and South of the are to be taken, while and armored division and Parachute Infantry Division moved through the center, all of these groups covered by the Free Keslovakia Air Force (FKAF).
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OOC: Anyone who wants to help can, if noone helps or partivcipates, I will still continue to write this offensive until it is complete, just to move my nation along.
Also for a brief history of Keslovkia and the Revolution - CLICK HERE (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=381324&highlight=Keyshona)
http://www.oceanservice.noaa.gov/topics/navops/positioning/satellite.jpg
The corporal sat up right and blinked quickly. Seeing no change on his screen he took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, put his glasses back on and looked again. No change. He then proceeded to wipe off his glasses and look again. Still no change. He wiped the sweat off his brow and then called over the Supervising Officer. "Sir! Sir, I think we have something here!" The supervising officer spun on his heel, his chiseled face locked in a smirk.
The supervising officer, a Colonel Wyatt was a veteran of Keyshona black-ops. He completed over 50 missions with Black-Ops and seen various wars, one being the Keyshona revolution that created Keslovakia. He didn't like his new job too much, wasn't exciting but the pay was good. In fact nowadays the military offered the best pay of any other job he could damn near think of. The economy was weak, Col. Wyatt liked the President but thought maybe he was a little too socialist for the economy's good. All thoughts aside, he walked over to the nerdy corporal who had called out to him. "What is it, son?" inquired the gruff Colonel.
"The Islamic group in sector one..they...uh..."
"Son! That is the rebel sector closest to Keslovakia, that's important, so open your god damned mouth and tell me!"
"In a nutshell, they're coming closer. Small numbers, could be only one division, well if you guy by our numbers. You know..like one of our divisions is equal to the numbe rof enemies advancing and..." expalined the young coroporal.
"I get it. Is that all? I mean, they advance nearly every weekend, do security and stuff." Colonel Wyatt said.
"Well, they've come farther west, than ever before, they left some of thier larger, western-most bases unoccupied. Meaning we cou..."
"Could eliminate the advancing group and push back to their western bases, regain territory as well as our estranged population," interrupted Colonel Wyatt.
"Well, yes. That's my idea anyways. But I don't hold any rank. Heh." the Corporal chuckled.
Colonel Wyatt wlaked away and grabbed a bright red phone on the wall. "We got a boy down hurr with an idea. You might like it." With that, the colonel hung up the phone and left the room to wait for the guest they were expecting.
The President arrived within an hour, driving himself in his Bentley Continental GT. His sports car escorted by three armored Cadillac Escalades, with Presidential Security Agents (PSA) inside, each armed with Colt .45 hand guns. The skinny president stepped out of his car slowly and closes the door, locking it. The President was not a muscular man, but he gave off an air of power. Trailed by his protection entourage, the President approached the Colonel and shook his hand after he was given a salute. "Good day, Colonel Wyatt, it's been a while," the President spoked in low clear tone, "What is it you want to show me?"
"Well, one of our boys has found something," stated Colonel Wyatt as they entered the building, "It appears the Islamic forces are making a small advace towards us and are leaving the Western bases unoccupied. We could easily wipeout the advancing forces and then regain our lost territory and seize their bases. We would also be liberating a good amount of our old Keyshona population."
"Ah, Keyshona, a country i created with my barehands, all gone now! Argh, how I hate those groups, the racist fools, all of them. Either agianst non-Islamists or agianst non-Christian Whites."
"Yes, sir. I miss Keyshona too. 'Twas a great nation. But anyhow, what do you think of the idea." asked the Colonel as he pointed at the printout of the satellite photographs, now sitting on a steel desk. The President himself was a military expert and strategist and thus he was also Supreme Commander of the Keslovakia Military.
"Let's go with it."
Those four words began the preparation for the largest land and air offensive since the beginning of the revolution. The 17th Airborne, 1st Armored and 18th Helicopter Assualt, and the 5th and 8th Infantry Divisions were brought iinto fighting status and began drills.
Two infantry divisions were to be moved along the North and South of the are to be taken, while and armored division and Parachute Infantry Division moved through the center, all of these groups covered by the Free Keslovakia Air Force (FKAF).
continuous
OOC: Anyone who wants to help can, if noone helps or partivcipates, I will still continue to write this offensive until it is complete, just to move my nation along.
Also for a brief history of Keslovkia and the Revolution - CLICK HERE (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=381324&highlight=Keyshona)