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Ovimbundu were massacring the Bakongo tribes in Angola. After two decades of Mississippian scientists and colonial schools teaching them that they were not just separate tribes, but separate races, and telling the Bakongo that they were better than the Ovimbundu, and the Bakongo actually acting as such, and pushing around the Ovimbundu, the Ovimbundu swept down out of their mostly hill area villages and descended on areas they knew the Bakongo were concentrated in.

Mississippian Commonwealth Forces were just sitting in their bases as the crazed Ovimbundu tribals, most armed with just axes and outdated rifles, were running amuck throughout the Bakongo villages, situated largely along the coastal areas.


Mississippian forces failed to see any reason to get involved, they’d been successfully using divide and conquer tactics in their various African possessions for years. The NMWO had made sure the Xhosa and Zulu rivalries had actually exploded into a war, the NMWO had made sure that the Western Saharan blacks and arabs got into major clashes. Each time something happened, Roger would attempt to solve it as best he could, but the forces of shadow government were always working to attempt to undermine his efforts.


Now there were over two million Bakongo in danger of being massacred by the various Ovimbundu militias, the most prominent being the “Angolan Freedom Front”.



Donald Stahlecker, the Governor-General of Angola, had conspicuously not even replied to a single media call. He had simply refused to return calls, having an assistant state, “All is well here in Angola…”



Large bands of AFF paramilitaries armed with M-14B rifles and wearing old MS Jungle BDUs from the 1980s, were caught by international media moving passed a patrol of Commonwealth BMP-3s near a coastal tribal city containing at least 50,000 Bakongo. The soldiers on top of the BMPs waved to the AFF jeeps and then went back to smoking their cigars.


Donald Stahlecker, speaking via the media for the first time stated, “If we were to intervene in these tribal issues, we would suffer an unacceptable level of casualties as we can hardly be accepted to achieve anything of value and meaning without directly placing our soldiers between these feuding tribes…”




John Tallmadge, Governor-General of Mississippian Egypt, has given Donald Stahlecker 12 hours to make efforts and preparations to have forces create safe-zones for civilians not wanting to escape the tribal war or he has threatened to an ME parachute division into Angola to get the job done.


The Commonwealth General Staff of Angola has stated that “At least six thousand armed and well-trained soldiers will be required to stop the tribal violence that is just now starting to rage across rural Angola.”


It is a fact of record that the whites in Angola have a Commonwealth Army of about 350,000, including special forces. However, the government officials of Angola have continually stated, “Our armed forces are not for the protection of non-whites, they are non-persons under the law and as such, they are not entitled to be protected by white soldiers.”



Throughout Angola, the leader of the AFF, began announcing on the radio stations of the Angolan Commonwealth News Network, “We must kill all these swine, or they will surely kill us, we won’t let them get away with what they tried to pull when we backed the Mississippian regime in the last few decades… We won’t let them force their communism on us again, not now, not ever… They killed millions of our people in those wars, now it is they who will die, kill them all, spare none…”


Ooc- In a war in the 2003-2004 timeframe, the Bakongo led a communist insurgency that resulted in the deaths of over 500,000 whites and 2,000,000 Ovimbundu, and then the collapse of MS rule in Angola, which was later restored a few months later.

I pray that this violent and bloody civil war may be halted before it explodes further. Sevaris may be willing to send troops to help stop this insurgency.

-Alec Mannerheim

I will not take a stand on this. The blacks are all the same to me.

King MacDonald

I will not take a stand on this. The blacks are all the same to me.

King MacDonald

Sam, I've been curious:

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?

You used to be a good man, I remember. You used to actually give a damn about people. Now, you've just turned into one of Mississippi's pets- you and your nation are being misused and abused by the Fabuses, in my opinion.

Yuna Mannerheim

(Standing in for Alec while he's out of the office)

I pray that this violent and bloody civil war may be halted before it explodes further. Sevaris may be willing to send troops to help stop this insurgency.

-Alec Mannerheim



"We won't see whites, any whites, even yours, dying to protect non-whites, in a cause that is not their own. We don't want to see good Spanish and Portuguese needlessly die in some stupid effort to save people who will probably die from AIDs anyway."


Governor-General of Angola, Donald Stahlecker

"We won't see whites, any whites, even yours, dying to protect non-whites, in a cause that is not their own. We don't want to see good Spanish and Portuguese needlessly die in some stupid effort to save people who will probably die from AIDs anyway."


Governor-General of Angola, Donald Stahlecker

I'm just trying to act in the interest of preventing needless bloodshed. Whether white, black, yellow, or whatever, we can all agree that preventing needless bloodshed is a good thing, no?

-Kaiser Alec Mannerheim

Sam, I've been curious:

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?

You used to be a good man, I remember. You used to actually give a damn about people. Now, you've just turned into one of Mississippi's pets- you and your nation are being misused and abused by the Fabuses, in my opinion.

Yuna Mannerheim

(Standing in for Alec while he's out of the office)



"Shut up whore, you're a lunatic and you hate Sam for standing up for the race, you need to get a clue, bitch."


Joseph Mladic

I'm just trying to act in the interest of preventing needless bloodshed. Whether white, black, yellow, or whatever, we can all agree that preventing needless bloodshed is a good thing, no?

-Kaiser Alec Mannerheim



"I hope the Bakongo realize that payback is a bitch... They'll learn the harsh lessons that when we tried to civilize them decades ago, and they slapped away our hand of friendship, and then killed our men, women, and children a few years ago, today when they need our help, we sit back and laugh."


Donald Stahlecker

"Shut up whore, you're a lunatic and you hate Sam for standing up for the race, you need to get a clue, bitch."


Joseph Mladic

"I'm a lunatic? Joseph, I'm not the one who abuses a tool as wonderful as radio to scream bullshit over the airwaves. I only hate Sam because he's a teenage prick who needs to get his head straight. He's leading his people on the path to ruin, and I wish he would realise that."

-Yuna Mannerheim


"Mladic, can you ever speak to my wife without insulting her?"

-Alec Mannerheim

"I hope the Bakongo realize that payback is a bitch... They'll learn the harsh lessons that when we tried to civilize them decades ago, and they slapped away our hand of friendship, and then killed our men, women, and children a few years ago, today when they need our help, we sit back and laugh."


Donald Stahlecker

"Whatever floats your boat, I suppose. Just don't encouage them."

-Alec Mannerheim

OOC: I own the DRC in Earth II, right next door.

IC:

Statement from the Department of Foreign Affairs

"Due to the proximity of this tribal conflict to the sovereign borders of Tyrandis, the Militant Imperium has declared that all movement between Angola and the former Democratic Republic of the Congo will be banned. All persons currently residing in the isolated Angolan territory of Cabinda will be forced back to the mainland. They will be allowed to return after hostilites are ended."

To his Excellency Donald Stahlecker

We would like to make sure that those Lavenrunzian subjects in Angola are placed under the protection of your forces for the time being, as such native struggles may not be judicious about who their victims are. Barring this, we would like permission to evacuate them.

Sincerely
Aurora von Konigsmark
Foreign Minister

To his Excellency Donald Stahlecker

We would like to make sure that those Lavenrunzian subjects in Angola are placed under the protection of your forces for the time being, as such native struggles may not be judicious about who their victims are. Barring this, we would like permission to evacuate them.

Sincerely
Aurora von Konigsmark
Foreign Minister



"We can guarantee that special forces units will move to secure all whites, including your own nations whites, that are outside of the major areas of control of the white cities garrisons, so fear not, your people will be safe."


Donald Stahlecker

OOC: I own the DRC in Earth II, right next door.

IC:

Statement from the Department of Foreign Affairs

"Due to the proximity of this tribal conflict to the sovereign borders of Tyrandis, the Militant Imperium has declared that all movement between Angola and the former Democratic Republic of the Congo will be banned. All persons currently residing in the isolated Angolan territory of Cabinda will be forced back to the mainland. They will be allowed to return after hostilites are ended."



"Cabinda is an entirely white territory, and a Mississippian territory, and as such, you have no legal grounds to do anything to the people living there. You may seal the borders with Cabinda and Zaire, but any movements of your forces into Cabinda will be considered an act of war and dealt with as such. Besides, I have spoken with Dr. John Tallmadge of Mississippian Egypt and he will be sending a rapid reaction force consisting of four parachute brigades, into Angola, if within twelve hours, the current government there has yet to take actions to stop this tribal violence."

Czarina Alice Fabus

OOC: I'm going to be gone for the next three days at Las Vegas on vacation, so I'll be back later. Also, I got a MSN messenger acct now: death.phoenix@gmail.com, so we can work out an RP when I get back, ok?

OOC: I'm going to be gone for the next three days at Las Vegas on vacation, so I'll be back later. Also, I got a MSN messenger acct now: death.phoenix@gmail.com, so we can work out an RP when I get back, ok?



Ooc- I don't really see what there is to work out, you haven't asked to get into this yet... Are you asking me to get into this? Or are you telling me you're getting into this?

Ooc- I don't really see what there is to work out, you haven't asked to get into this yet... Are you asking me to get into this? Or are you telling me you're getting into this?

OOC: Yeah, I'd like to get into this RP, seeing as how it's in my backyard and all.

OOC: Yeah, I'd like to get into this RP, seeing as how it's in my backyard and all.


Ooc- We'll talk, but let's talk over MSN, yes, yes?

"We at the Board have determined that this conflict is a threat to law and order. If the sides are not brought to negotiations soon, we will be forced to intervene using the 27th, 28th, 29th and 30th Special Arbiter Troops."

Norman Anderson
Chairman of the Board
Committee of Vigilance

(OOC: May I join?)

"We at the Board have determined that this conflict is a threat to law and order. If the sides are not brought to negotiations soon, we will be forced to intervene using the 27th, 28th, 29th and 30th Special Arbiter Troops."

Norman Anderson
Chairman of the Board
Committee of Vigilance


Ooc-
I recall in our TM conversation, my specifically stating, "No, don't intervene, don't put yourself between this..." I guess people just don't listen these days.


And yes, Roach Busters, you may get involved, I'd prefer you RP the actions of one of the two tribes, or perhaps the AFF. I know you'll do a good job.

"I hope the Bakongo realize that payback is a bitch... They'll learn the harsh lessons that when we tried to civilize them decades ago, and they slapped away our hand of friendship, and then killed our men, women, and children a few years ago, today when they need our help, we sit back and laugh."


Donald Stahlecker


Cheers for Stahlecker! Exactly what I would do, good game!


OOC: May I join this conflict and send in my troops to serve as police?

Cheers for Stahlecker! Exactly what I would do, good game!


OOC: May I join this conflict and send in my troops to serve as police?


Ooc- No, sorry, but I should be more clear. I am never really looking for people to do things that I could so easily do. I have over 60 million troops at my disposal, counting Federal and Commonwealth forces. I have enough soldiers to do anything and everything... When I am asking for people to RP with, I'm basically asking that they RP a role in the RP, this RP has a few open roles, the most major being the Angolan Freedom Front, and then the second major role being somebody to handle what the Bakongo will do (form a rebel group, who knows? That's why I need somebody to do that)

yes, Roach Busters, you may get involved, I'd prefer you RP the actions of one of the two tribes, or perhaps the AFF. I know you'll do a good job.

(OOC: Many thanks! :))

OOC: Then I will act the Bakongo Rebellion thingy if you'll allow me to.

(OOC: Could you provide some more background information, i.e., how the two tribes' relationships with whites differ, the source of the hatred between the tribes, a brief history, etc.? [A link to a previous RP with that information would be just as helpful.] Thanks!)

(OOC: Could you provide some more background information, i.e., how the two tribes' relationships with whites differ, the source of the hatred between the tribes, a brief history, etc.? [A link to a previous RP with that information would be just as helpful.] Thanks!)



Ooc- Firstly, The Deities, I must unfortunately decline, seeing as you are far too young a nation to know my nation's style, and thus I don't think it would work.



Secondly, Roach Busters, yes indeed...


In 1988, when Mississippi first began gaining settlements in Angola, we played the Bakongo against the Ovimbundu, to get them to kill off lots of them and clear the way for further MS settlement. However over the years, we shifted to backing the Ovimbundu against the Bakongo as the Bakongo started to drift towards communism.

In July of 2004, as the guerilla war was raging, and MS citizens were fleeing in fear and disgust (the Federal garrison of 400,000 was pulled out, as part of a Curtis conspiracy, and thus the White Colonial forces dwindled as the citizens who made up their army, fled with their families, dwindling to about 50,000 Colonial army, the Ovimbundu helped the White Colonial armed forces try to stop the Bakongo communist movements, but to no avail. And thus many of the Ovimbundu were evacuated (500,000 total evacuated) to other parts of the MS Empire (now the MS Commonwealth) and thus they decided they could trust the MS Roger Fabus regime and that it was okay to obey him in the future.

But they also trust Curtis and often obey him, but he is not behind this latest genocide war. He was behind the collapse of MS rule in Angola in July of 2004, and the still ongoing Xhosa-Zulu crisis in South Africa. He was behind the 1995 terrorist bombing of the Ministry of Finance building in Jackson City, he was behind the instigation of the massive white muslim uprisings in Western Sahara in the fall of 2004. He was behind the instigation of many of the race riots throughout Mississippian Egypt and Western Sahara. Basically there hasn't been a major bombing (terror attack) in MS in the last 15 years that wasn't in reality actually carried out by the DISFB or some other intell group operating on the orders of Curtis Fabus, taking his orders on high from his handlers in the New Mississippian World Order cabal.

(OOC: Should I RP a tribal massacre, fighting between the two tribes, or...?)

(OOC2: Will either tribe attack any whites? If so, I might have a few ideas.)

(OOC: Should I RP a tribal massacre, fighting between the two tribes, or...?)

(OOC2: Will either tribe attack any whites? If so, I might have a few ideas.)



Ooc- The whites all live in either

1) Large cities (most)

2) Small commercial farming communities (lots)

3) Small rural communities near farming communities (some)

4) In compounds located around mines, oilfields, and other areas they oversee native labor (few)


All of the above are very well-guarded. At least 1 brigade is assigned to guard each major city, some cities have 2-3 divisions to guard them (Lobito, Luanda, etc)


I suggest you launch tribe vs tribe, and massacres, etc... If you insist on attacking whites, make sure it's a guerilla attack, probably on rural roads between far-flung settlements, that is when they are most vulnerable as the convoys often get spread out a bit too far.


If anybody attacks the whites, it will likely be Bakongo rebels that form into something called, Angolan Patriotic Front, or something like that. Bakongo Liberation Army, who knows, something that sounds marxist, secular, and typical of African tribal warfare.

Ooc-
I recall in our TM conversation, my specifically stating, "No, don't intervene, don't put yourself between this..." I guess people just don't listen these days.



OOC: Sorry, I had to get going, so I didn't get that response. I will abstain from that course of action. Perhaps gunrunning, then, or aiding one of the sides?

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You don't have a right to bump my threads! TG or IM me! I was going to reply to you shortly, watch your TG box, I'm going to shower now. I was busy eating, just stop cluttering my thread!

(OOC: Could I also RP Roach-Busterian news correspondents covering the tribal violence?)

(OOC: Could I also RP Roach-Busterian news correspondents covering the tribal violence?)


Yes, just RP something, and soon, please, so this can get moving. :D

The concept of peace was as foreign to Angolans as was the concept of freedom to people suffering under the yoke of communist enslavement. War had ravaged this country for decades, the fields were littered with undetected landmines which were a frequent cause of dismemberment and incapacitation, and ethnic tensions frequently fueled bitter conflict between the various tribes. This had been going on for years. It was nothing new. Only now, it was far worse than it ever had been before. Amid the desolate, barren, dusty plains, amid the savage lions, decomposing skeletons of the dead, and gracefully leaping antelope, blood was being shed every day. The latest massacre was no less appalling than its predecessors.

The scene a small, rural Angolan village of flimsy huts and shacks, inhabited by malnourished people with paper-thin skin, decrepit limbs, deeply sunken eyes, and visible skeletons. Drought and famine had inflicted just as much devastation as had the ongoing tribal violence, as evidenced in the ghastly appearances of these suffering people.
As the sun descended in the distance, settling beyond the valley and suffusing the plains in a shimmering, orange glow, militant Ovimbundu tribesmen, brimming with insatiable lust for the destruction of their enemies, and barely able to contain their seething hatred, embarked on a journey to this village to sate their appetites for death.
The villagers were just finishing tending to their withering, dying crops when one of the villagers, drenched in gore and barely alive, collapsed to the ground in front of them. His right had been gouged, his throat was slit, his face was bruised and badly beaten, many teeth were missing, and there were multiple stab-wounds in his chest and lower abdomen.
As he lay there, dying, his eyes glittered vacantly, his lips trembling spasmodically as he choked out his last words in Portugese. However, death overcame him before he could identify his assailants, not that it was necessary.
As onlookers gaped in awe, disgust, and sheer terror, the militants bum-rushed them from behind, knocking them all roughly to the ground.
The militants chanted, raved, and cursed as they wrought havoc on everything in sight. Women were gang-raped, children were impaled by spears and decapitated, men were castrated, beaten, and disemboweled, houses were burned to the ground, and the few livestock the village had were slaughtered without mercy.
Within minutes, the village was a blood-soaked graveyard.

(OOC: How was that?)

How can anyone show apathy toward this and still call himself a human being? Jackson Anders, foreign correspondent for Roach-Busters National News Network, thought, his face contorted in an expression of livid anger and ill-concealed disgust, as he surveyed the carnage. Thick fumes of smoke engulfed the air, and the rank, horrid, and nauseating stench of blood permeated his nostrils.
His assistant, Manny, an obese, bearded, bespectacled man fresh out of college with a bottomless appetite for jelly donuts, stood alongside him, snapping photographs. Neither man spoke.
This is f***ing insidious, Anders thought. A serene man who was rarely riled, appalled, angered, or disgusted, he could barely stomach this. His intestines churrned and rumbled, threatening to erupt and spew the contents of the corn beef sandwich he had half an hour ago. His flesh was pale, icy cold, and perspiring.
Without unsteady, badly shaking hands, he scribbled down a summary of the scene on his notepad, his traumatized mind barely registering what his trembling hands wrote.

OOC: How's This?

IC:

As this occured, in a Bakongo village, a strange white man pulled up in a Land Rover. Some men in Kalashnikovs met him and ordered him to halt in Portuguese.

He got out of the Land Rover, held his hands up, and spoke in Portuguese, accented with a New England Yankee accent, "Gentlemen, I come not to harm you. My name is Mr. Da Silva, I am from the Committee of Vigilance, I hear you are under threat from the Mississippians and the Ovimbundu. I am not from the Mississippian government, or the ineffectual UN. I work not for your rivals. I come to help you."

He pointed to a series of green wood and steel boxes in the Land Rover, some short, some long, with Chinese characters on the side.

"I have something you might be interested in."

To: The Hon. Donald Stahlecker
From: Hue Manny Terry Inn, Director of Roach-Busters World-Wide Relief Agency

Dear sir,

I don't know if you have heard of us, but we are a non-profit, international organization dedicated to feeding, clothing, and medicating the starving masses of the Third World, aiding refugees in finding asylum, fostering peace, and working to promote human rights. The deplorable situation in Angola deeply and profoundly alarms us. May we send doctors, nurses, schoolteachers, vaccines, medicine, food, and water to the Angolan people? May we accept any of them as refugees, and return them to RB or some other nation? Please share your thoughts. In the meantime, thank you for taking the time to read this letter.

To: The Hon. Donald Stahlecker
From: Hue Manny Terry Inn, Director of Roach-Busters World-Wide Relief Agency



"Simply put, no."


Donald Stahlecker

"Simply put, no."


Donald Stahlecker

To: Donald Stahlecker
From: Hue Manny Terry Inn

Why the bloody hell not?

(OOC: He's not British, in case you're wondering)

How can anyone show apathy toward this and still call himself a human being? Jackson Anders, foreign correspondent for Roach-Busters National News Network, thought, his face contorted in an expression of livid anger and ill-concealed disgust, as he surveyed the carnage. Thick fumes of smoke engulfed the air, and the rank, horrid, and nauseating stench of blood permeated his nostrils.
His assistant, Manny, an obese, bearded, bespectacled man fresh out of college with a bottomless appetite for jelly donuts, stood alongside him, snapping photographs. Neither man spoke.
This is f***ing insidious, Anders thought. A serene man who was rarely riled, appalled, angered, or disgusted, he could barely stomach this. His intestines churrned and rumbled, threatening to erupt and spew the contents of the corn beef sandwich he had half an hour ago. His flesh was pale, icy cold, and perspiring.
Without unsteady, badly shaking hands, he scribbled down a summary of the scene on his notepad, his traumatized mind barely registering what his trembling hands wrote.

A convoy of three Commonwealth Hummers, with one BMP at the front of the convy, came rolling by the village where the reporter was. One of the men stuck his MP-5 out the window and shot dead six blacks who were standing around with bloodied axes, not even bothering to ask what they were doing. Another man leaned out the passenger window of his hummer and fired a pistol into a black man standing in a ditch trying to rape a black woman.

After firing a few more bursts into the air, the rest of the rebels in the village quickly cleared out.

The lieutenant in command of the patrol stepped out of his Hummer, the seven soldiers in the BMP, and nine soldiers from the Hummers rushed out to sweep the village and establish a perimeter.

The lieutenant walked over towards the reporter, "Hello, who are you? What are you doing here... It's not the best idea for an unarmed white man to get caught in this area... It's not safe here."

OOC: How's This?

IC:

As this occured, in a Bakongo village, a strange white man pulled up in a Land Rover. Some men in Kalashnikovs met him and ordered him to halt in Portuguese.

He got out of the Land Rover, held his hands up, and spoke in Portuguese, accented with a New England Yankee accent, "Gentlemen, I come not to harm you. My name is Mr. Da Silva, I am from the Committee of Vigilance, I hear you are under threat from the Mississippians and the Ovimbundu. I am not from the Mississippian government, or the ineffectual UN. I work not for your rivals. I come to help you."

He pointed to a series of green wood and steel boxes in the Land Rover, some short, some long, with Chinese characters on the side.

"I have something you might be interested in."



Ooc- Looks good, it's up to RB to reply to this, he is the tribals.

To: Donald Stahlecker
From: Hue Manny Terry Inn



(OOC: He's not British, in case you're wondering)



"I don't care to see civilians get caught up in the middle of this nig--r war, it's just not worth it."

Donald Stahlecker

A convoy of three Commonwealth Hummers, with one BMP at the front of the convy, came rolling by the village where the reporter was. One of the men stuck his MP-5 out the window and shot dead six blacks who were standing around with bloodied axes, not even bothering to ask what they were doing. Another man leaned out the passenger window of his hummer and fired a pistol into a black man standing in a ditch trying to rape a black woman.

After firing a few more bursts into the air, the rest of the rebels in the village quickly cleared out.

The lieutenant in command of the patrol stepped out of his Hummer, the seven soldiers in the BMP, and nine soldiers from the Hummers rushed out to sweep the village and establish a perimeter.

The lieutenant walked over towards the reporter, "Hello, who are you? What are you doing here... It's not the best idea for an unarmed white man to get caught in this area... It's not safe here."

Anders looked around, struggling to muster an excuse, any excuse. Normally very quick-witted- not to mention smart-assed- he now found himself at a loss for words.
"We're, uh...tourists," he said in a lame, flat, unconvincing tone, and uttered a chuckle that lacked credibility and made palpable his extreme apprehension.

"I don't care to see civilians get caught up in the middle of this nig--r war, it's just not worth it."

Donald Stahlecker

To: Donald Stahlecker
From: Hue Manny Terry Inn

You sir, either have no heart, no spine, or- most likely- neither. You are an odious, gutless rapscallion and the sorriest excuse for a human being I have ever had the displeasure of meeting.

OOC: How's This?

IC:

As this occured, in a Bakongo village, a strange white man pulled up in a Land Rover. Some men in Kalashnikovs met him and ordered him to halt in Portuguese.

He got out of the Land Rover, held his hands up, and spoke in Portuguese, accented with a New England Yankee accent, "Gentlemen, I come not to harm you. My name is Mr. Da Silva, I am from the Committee of Vigilance, I hear you are under threat from the Mississippians and the Ovimbundu. I am not from the Mississippian government, or the ineffectual UN. I work not for your rivals. I come to help you."

He pointed to a series of green wood and steel boxes in the Land Rover, some short, some long, with Chinese characters on the side.

"I have something you might be interested in."

(OOC: Very good! I like it. I have no objection to you joining if DA doesn't.)

Anders looked around, struggling to muster an excuse, any excuse. Normally very quick-witted- not to mention smart-assed- he now found himself at a loss for words.
"We're, uh...tourists," he said in a lame, flat, unconvincing tone, and uttered a chuckle that lacked credibility and made palpable his extreme apprehension.



The lieutenant looked at his media grade camera, "Yeah right, and I'm an idiot..."

The lieutenant looked at his media grade camera, "Yeah right, and I'm an idiot..."

Anders' mouth was his greatest enemy and his greatest weakness. Before his brain could even register that his lips were moving, he blurted out, "Yes, indeed, you are!"
He promptly clapped his hand over his mouth, his eyes bulging in incredulity.
Shit, we're in for it now, he thought, glancing at Manny.

To: Donald Stahlecker
From: Secretary of Diplomacy Chong Moua

Sir, have you considered segregating the tribes? While I am no fan of apartheid, I must admit, in this situation it would be a logical solution to the current dilemma.

(OOC: Very good! I like it. I have no objection to you joining if DA doesn't.)


OOC: Well, I have been recognized already...so you should respond to that, apparently, you are the tribes I am selling guns to.

Anders' mouth was his greatest enemy and his greatest weakness. Before his brain could even register that his lips were moving, he blurted out, "Yes, indeed, you are!"
He promptly clapped his hand over his mouth, his eyes bulging in incredulity.
Shit, we're in for it now, he thought, glancing at Manny.



The lieutenant stepped forward, smiling, and then smashed the butt of his rifle into the man's stomach. After he fell to his knees, he got a boot in the face and collapsed to the ground.


The lieutenant then looked to the other man, "Anything to add to his remarks?"

To: Donald Stahlecker
From: Secretary of Diplomacy Chong Moua



"The problem will be resolved when the Bakongo are gone."


Donald Stahlecker

The lieutenant stepped forward, smiling, and then smashed the butt of his rifle into the man's stomach. After he fell to his knees, he got a boot in the face and collapsed to the ground.


The lieutenant then looked to the other man, "Anything to add to his remarks?"

Manny shook his head so swiftly that it looked like a blur. "N-N-No, sir," he said, nearly choking in panic. "I ain't got nothin' to say."

OOC: How's This?

IC:

As this occured, in a Bakongo village, a strange white man pulled up in a Land Rover. Some men in Kalashnikovs met him and ordered him to halt in Portuguese.

He got out of the Land Rover, held his hands up, and spoke in Portuguese, accented with a New England Yankee accent, "Gentlemen, I come not to harm you. My name is Mr. Da Silva, I am from the Committee of Vigilance, I hear you are under threat from the Mississippians and the Ovimbundu. I am not from the Mississippian government, or the ineffectual UN. I work not for your rivals. I come to help you."

He pointed to a series of green wood and steel boxes in the Land Rover, some short, some long, with Chinese characters on the side.

"I have something you might be interested in."

The expressions on the Bakongolese tribesmens' faces were equivelent to those of boys leafing through naughty magazines. Grinning, nearly in tears with joy, they eagerly rushed over to the boxes, hoisted them out of the Land Rover, opened them, and began foraging the insides, snatching out their contents.
The chief calmly strode over, lightly whacked each of them with his cane, and said in an unrecognizable dialect, "Control yourselves."
In perfectly articulate Portuguese, he said in a very deep, composed voice, "I am grateful, but in no way would be able to reimburse you for these weapons. I am sorry."

Da Silva said, "Relax, my friends. I bring the best. Kalashnikov's, RPK's, RPG-2's and 7's, plenty of grenades, and all the ammo you will need. Just ask and you shall recieve. We only ask that I be allowed to stay here to coordinate future shipments of arms. Just ask, and you shall recieve!"

Secret IC


"Thank you," Barry Paneful said, pocketing the personal check with a deep sense of appreciation, and he gave Hue Manny Terry Inn a strong, vigorous, firm handshake.
"My pleasure, Dr. Paneful," HMTI said, his eyes twinkling with a slightly malicious glee.
"I must admit, you, sir, are the very last person I would have expected to consult me for my services," Paneful said, looking dumbstruck.
HMTI chuckled softly. "Well, life is full of surprises, isn't it? Donald Stahlecker has got to go. The son of a bitch just sits around twirling his thumbs in his ass while innocent Africans die left and right. I expect you to show the weasel no mercy."
"Sir, mercy is not my specialty," Paneful said, beaming, "misery is."
And with that, Paneful gave HMTI a salute, left the mansion, and called for a helicopter to take him to Angola.

Da Silva said, "Relax, my friends. I bring the best. Kalashnikov's, RPK's, RPG-2's and 7's, plenty of grenades, and all the ammo you will need. Just ask and you shall recieve. We only ask that I be allowed to stay here to coordinate future shipments of arms. Just ask, and you shall recieve!"

"I gracefully and humbly accept your offer," the chief said, bowing before Da Silva, and began kissing his feet as he wept in gratitude.

Da Silva went, "Thanks. Now, let's give this stuff out; I will show your men how to use these neat little tools I have given you. First, I need to speak to my higher ups, and tell them that I will make sure more arms get through."

The chief nodded, and Da Silva went to the side, out of hearing range, and began to dial a sattelite phone he had brought, entering a random codeword, then reaching Vigilance City HQ's secure line.

A raspy, wavery, sinister sounding voice came over the other side. "Hello?"

Da Silva responded, in English: "This is Da Silva. Norm, Santa has come to the jungle, and he's brought gifts for all of the good boys and girls. I told them you wanted me to stay and coordinate shipments, they said yes. They went over those things like kids in a candy store."

The voice responded, "Good.....we will keep it coming, Jim. We are standing for the law, that is good, isn't it?"

Jim Da Silva went, "Well, Norm, aren't we encouraging conflict? We are giving them tools for defense, but-it is like pouring gas on a fire."

"Norm" went, "Don't think such things, Jim......Think of it like your Nam days, helping the Hmongs. You are....doing them a service, and restoring law and order, slowly and inexorably......."

(OOC: Could you RP your guy's response to Manny, the cameraman?)

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Manny shook his head so swiftly that it looked like a blur. "N-N-No, sir," he said, nearly choking in panic. "I ain't got nothin' to say."


Ooc- Sorry forgot to reply.



Ic- The lieutenant shook his head, "Fine, then pick up your unconscious friend and get out of here..."

Meanwhile, Jim Da Silva walked back to the villagers, and said, "Now, you are familiar with the Kalashnikov and the RPG, right? I can show you how to use them better, and more effectively."

He then said, "Besides being a man who can get you the tools you need, I happen to be an expert in helping people defend themselves...."

Ooc- Sorry forgot to reply.



Ic- The lieutenant shook his head, "Fine, then pick up your unconscious friend and get out of here..."

"Y-Yes, sir," Manny said. Then, in a high-pitched, grating, pathetic voice he said, "Oh, thank you, kind sir, for sparing my life!" Weeping, he embraced the lieutenant and held him tight, giving him a big squeeze.

"Y-Yes, sir," Manny said. Then, in a high-pitched, grating, pathetic voice he said, "Oh, thank you, kind sir, for sparing my life!" Weeping, he embraced the lieutenant and held him tight, giving him a big squeeze.



The lieutenant pushed the man off of him and slapped him in the face, "Come to your senses man! Men don't hug men unless... Family... You're not family, get out of here before I change my mind! And take your friend with you!"

The lieutenant pushed the man off of him and slapped him in the face, "Come to your senses man! Men don't hug men unless... Family... You're not family, get out of here before I change my mind! And take your friend with you!"

"Yes, sir." Manny hoisted Anders off the ground, tossed him into the back of the Jeep, and sped off like a bat out of hell.

Jim Da Silva explained further to the Bakongo. "For too long, the Ombivindu have pushed you around. They have been aided by their Mississippian allies, indirectly and directly, by years of conditioning the Ombivindu, and by neglecting you."

He then began to make a speech. "I will help the Bokongo people to resist this plague....you can tell this to your brothers. I helped another tribe, in your situation, named the Hmong in a distant land named Laos. They too, faced terrible danger from hostile tribes and great powers. But with the help of people like me, they were able to resist. We helped them fight an army with tanks, war machines, and many more men than they did. I am technically not supposed to be doing this, but I will help you organize yourselves, and become good soldiers that can defend their homes and crops."

"First, I will need people that have been in battle before. Will they come forward please?"

Rumbling and rattling along the road, a land-rover spattered with mud made its way towards Mississipian controlled territory. Prominently, it had on the roof a painted Lavenrunzian flag, as well as displaying it on the doors and such.
Inside, Gerhard Kessler, his wife Inge and their son and daughter, Gottlieb and Francesca, sat tensely. Hearing the news, they had done their best to evacuate earlier but conflicting responses about when to be ready had found them helplessly watching the overloaded helicopters leaving their area.

Gerhard was the manager of a Gestalt-Fabricken mining company in the region, which had been till lately quite successful. Then one day the workers had almost entirely fled, and the few who remained explained that the fetishes--skulls of baboons and such--left on the fence posts were a warning, that all who remained after a certain time would be killed.

A veteran of the Imperial Airborne Corps, he was nevertheless frightened for his family, as was Inge, who had been a navy nurse. Both had seen war, and wanted their children safe from it. As they travelled the road, Inge reached for Gerhard's hand, pausing in telling the rosary for just a moment.

Paratroopers from Mississippian Egypt and a few companies of commandos from Namibia had arrived to help attempt to bring an end to the violence. Already large sections of the country had been totally secured and most civilians were safe from the threat of the tribal war. Most of the violence going on now was between armed members of the various tribes fighting other armed tribes, civilians were largely out of the fighting.






The land rover from Lavenrunz was moving along down the rural road, up ahead they saw a checkpoint and two BMP-3s, there were at least a dozen or so Mississippian Egyptian paratroopers at the checkpoint. One was motioning with his hand for them to stop.

OOC: RB told me this was ok.

IC:

The Bakongo lined up, and Da Silva soon began putting them into groups.

He knew that they weren't raw recruits, but by golly, they couldn't shoot straight. So, he put some paper targets in front of them, mainly happy faces, and ordered them to hit the center.

"Hit the center of the target's face. Always aim for the head. I will only let you fight if can be accurate."

The Bakongo responded quickly, and began to open fire. A few did well, others did okay, and a few more missed.

Jim shook his head. "Jesus. We have more work to do. Aim for the center of the target!"

He began to walk up to every one of them, and corrected their deficiencies, straightening their posture, forcing their glance actually down the sights, it was hard, but he did the corrections.

"Fire again! Don't miss! Prove to me that you can kill!"

The Bakongo shot the targets. This time, they didn't miss.

Jim smiled, "Now you're getting it. Do it again....."

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Meanwhile, a thin, tall German man walked up to Mr. Sthalecker's office. He asked the receptionist to see Mr. Sthalecker.

Gerhard felt a bit nervous but was relieved to see the Mississipian troops; he pulled the vehicle to a halt and made sure his hands were in view. Their papers were on Ilse's lap, and she kept them there. The fair haired couple, attractive still in their late thirties, ordered their children to stay quiet and be polite.

The lieutenant at the checkpoint stepped forward, "Sir, ma'am... Children." he said with a smile, then he frowned a bit, "Be very careful in these parts, many of the roads are not safe... Perhaps you'd like to wait here, a military convoy will be passing through in twenty minutes, you could go with them? Or maybe you'd like some firearms?"

Gerhard was relieved to see a civilized person at last. Ilse smiled at the officer and gave an encouraging look at the children.
"Thank Heavens we ran into you!" exclaimed Gerhard. "Firearms--ah...I should tell you that I have a couple of hunting rifles but I am always obedient to your laws about foreigners carrying weapons and particularly now wanted to make sure that I did not offend. Perhaps I could simply put the firing pins back in, with your permission, and obtain a bit of extra ammunition? My wife is a good shot as well."

The lieutenant shook his head, "No need to worry, we'll get you some guns and you all can wait around if you want to, like I said, military convoy is heading out this way, last one is this area, we're pulling back ourselves soon, word is that the tribals are going to be coming through here, we plan to pin them at the river just a few miles down the road, so there is no need to hold here."

OOC: How's this?

A tall, rail thin German man, named Gerhard Rumsfeld, walked up to the office of Mr. Donald Sthalecker, and asked to see him.

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Meanwhile, the newly retrained Bakongo Militia went on their first patrol. Jim had gotten them more guns, and some mortars, and now, they would make their first strike.

They noticed an Ombivindu village. On cue, they aimed their RPG-2's, and fired a volley at the village.

The result was pure carnage. As the vilagers stumbeld around, looking nervous, they Bakongo ran into the area. Armed with their Kalashnikov's, they slew every enemy soldier in the village.

Surpirsingly, they did not harm the women and children. Jim had told them they would "get the moral high ground" if they left the women and the kids alone. Oh well, he was the expert, but for now, the Bakongo would put these souls to work.

They rounded them up, and forced marched them back to their main village. There, they would be slave laborers.

Ooc- Nobody "walks up" to the office of the governor-general. He doesn't have an "office" per se, in that he does most all of his work out of the governor-generals mansion. He maintains an office at the Commonwealth Senate building. But to get into either of those buildings, there are about 5,000 security personnel (typically Commonwealth paratroopers and local police) around the buildings and grounds. Let's just say your guys were searched and cleared.


Ic- Donald was going over some paperwork, he called to the man outside his office, "Yes? Who is there, come in..."

OOC: About my upcoming invasion, does anyone have any objections?

OOC: About my upcoming invasion, does anyone have any objections?


Ooc- If it's just a small border incursion to get your point across to the governor, and not an all-out invasion which will certainly spill over into a massive international war, I'd withdraw my objections and let your incursions stand.

Ooc- If it's just a small border incursion to get your point across to the governor, and not an all-out invasion which will certainly spill over into a massive international war, I'd withdraw my objections and let your incursions stand.

OOC: Alright then. That's my goal, quelling the civil strife going on in my southern border. Copy-pasting the attack from my previous thread...

OOC: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=382914

IC:

1200 hrs LIMA (local time)

General Katanahu Nihari looked out from the dome of his Merkava Mk. V Main Battle Tank at the chaotic borderlands between Zaire and Angola as the harsh sunlight beat down on his brow.

Thanks to the discredited racial 'science' of the Decisive Action colonial government, mass slaughter and genocide was taking place, right in the Imperium's backyard. Granted, Tyrandis generally didn't care about the internal affairs of other nations, but the violence was rapidly spinning out of control. Already, some minor border skirmishes had been fought by the DRC Border Guards against fleeing Bakongo and Ovimbundu, and the frequency of these street fights was constantly increasing.

On the other hand, under the rule of the Militant Imperium of Tyrandis, the Democratic Republic of the Congo was on the way to becoming a first world nation. Through the campaigns of "cultural evolution", the colonial authorities destroyed the backwards tribal traditions that kept most of Africa from becoming rich and prosperous. Indeed, the DRC was on the way to near-independence, as the only real Tyrandisan influence on daily life was the imposition of certain economic rules.

Along with these domestic changes came the rise of a modern army, one more than capable of dealing with the militaries of the DRC's avaricious neighbors. Trained by TMILCOM, a new generation of officers and enlisted personnel had given the Democratic Republic of the Congo a massive fighting force that had both quantity and quality.

However, the rapidly deteriorating situation to the south was threating the security of the region, and had to be crushed. The violence had to be stopped, but the Decisive Action colonial authorities refused to do anything. Something had to be done, lest the maelstrom of chaos spread into the borders of sovereign Tyrandis.

And thus, Operation ONYX KNIGHT was crafted. A masterful plan to invade and restore order to the area, the DRC military would topple the corrupt Stahlecker regime and institute order to Angola.

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[Opening Assault: Aerial]

1205 hrs LIMA

A flight of Congo warplanes would have the honor of striking the first blow against the fascist oppressors of Angola. The Democratic Republic of the Congo Air Force (DRCAF) had been rebuilt after the initial conquest ravaged it utterly. The DRCAF had in its possession, several hundred TSB-8Y Talon Multi-mission Bombers and a few thousand TSF-28A Seraph Air Superiority Fighters. These birds were the latest in Tyrandisan aerial technology, and could easily defeat the 80's-era aircraft that the DA forces used. Tyrandisan military doctrine called for the initial attack to hit communications, RADAR, and Air Defense positions hard, giving the invasion air superiority and leaving the defenders disorganized.

Within two hours, some one hundred and sixty TSB-8 Talon Multi-mission Bombers, escorted by three hundred and twenty TSF-28 Seraphs, roared off the massive airfield at Kinshasa, and began heading south towards occupied Angola. Along with these combat aircraft were two E-767 Sentinel AWACS planes. The TSB-8s kept extraordinarily low, below 100 feet, to avoid stationary SAM fire and keep under the DA RADAR's 'hard floor', ensuring that they would remain undetected until they unleashed their payloads. The Seraphs and AWACS, on the other hand, kept at an altitude of 50,000 feet, to watch the skies.

As the TSF-28s and E-767 kept a vigilant eye for Mississippian CAPs, the TSB-8s swiftly acquired their targets. RADAR, SAM batteries, airfields, communications centres were marked for destruction. All of these key positions were discovered by RAVEN SATINT and other TNIA intelligence-gathering moves.

When the TSB-8s were within one hundred kilometres of their target, some 2 AGM-88Y High-speed Anti-Radiation Missiles were launched at each and every RADAR and communications section. Seeking out the massive antennas and waveguide systems mounted on these stationary targets, each of these missiles released some 14,500 Depleted Uranium fragments at their victims. As for their other targets, the airfields and SAM batteries, five AGM-521 Tactical Land-Attack-Missiles were fired at each of these. The TLAMs were designed specifically to leave massive craters, thus rendering their targets utterly inoperable. Meanwhile, the E-767 and TSF-28 teams advanced slowly to avoid SAM battery fire. The massive RADAR on the E-767 would filter out any aircraft at several hundred km away, and send the Seraphs after them.

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[Opening Assault: Ground]

1335 hrs LIMA

As soon as the aircraft reported their strike against the positions of DA, the army of the DRC sprang into action.

The first shots of the war on the earth were fired by the massive 145mm guns of the Centurion artillery, either towed or self-propelled. General Nihari, the overall field commander of this operation, had ordered a Time-on-Target barrage. Designed to send every single shot from the morass of field guns onto their target at the same instant, to deny their victims a chance to take cover, TOT was easily the most horrifying invention ever made in tactical barrage.

Some six thousand Centurions were assembled for this mission, their Electro-Thermal-Chemical cannons and crews lusting for the chance to liberate their brethren in the south. These shells loaded for the first volley were all Variable-Time, meaning that the fragments from the blast would crate an ice-cream cone of death, shredding the unlucky infantry within 200 feet of the radius.

As soon as this first volley ended, hydraulic loading quickly sent more shells into the guns, these being standard HE, to destroy fortified positions. The munitions whistled through the air, assisted by RAMjet propulsion, leaving corpses of men and machines in their wake. The shelling continued to pour waves of fire on the Decisive Action lines, at a rate of almost 36,000 shells per minute, but due to logistical concerns, this awe-inspiring barrage would not last for long. Either way, the guys on the other side of the wire were screwed beyond all recognition. Meanwhile, some one thousand odd M270-ER MLRS were kept in reserve, ordered to hold fire. They would remain out of sight until the DA batteries responded to the initial barrage, and begin counter-battery operations. Furthermore, several thousand Black Arrow SAMs and MINERVA Fiber-Optic-Laser Defense Arrays were spread out along the line, to protect against SSM and aerial retaliation.

The shelling ceased in one, terrible hour. From the borders of the DRC, a massive host of over 500,000 troops and armor spilled into the borders of Decisive Action-ruled Angola...

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Official Statement from the Department of Foreign Affairs

"At 0600 ZULU this morning, forces of the Militant Imperium of Tyrandis have launched Operation Onyx Knight, an endeavour to restore security to the African region.

In the past weeks, Mississippian colonial authorities failed to ensure civil order within their sovereign borders as thousands of natives slaughtered each other in a grotesque display of bloodshed. As a defender of national sovereignity, Tyrandis would not have acted if DA kept the carnage within her own territory.

However, the lack of response from the colonial govt has forced the hand of the Imperium in this matter. Simply put, their neglect has endangered our own nation, and has merited mobilization of military forces to the area.

We will pacify the region and restore order by any means necessary."

- Director Valerie Fenton, explaining reason for the attack to reporters at a press conference.

From: Donald Stahlecker of Angola

To: Tyrandis Authorities in Zaire


"We demand you cease and desist your attack into Angola, or we will respond with full force and request for Federal reinforcements, this is our problem and we are quite equipped to solve it."





From: John Tallmadge of Mississippian Egypt

To: Tyrandis President (ooc- not sure of his name)


"Surely you can understand and appreciate, because Donald Stahlecker is an ass is not cause to get lots of people killed. I have already deployed four parachute divisions to Angola to establish safe-zones and actually engage any tribals from either side, who are fighting and causing strife. Therefore I ask that you halt your advances and certainly I demand that you don't attempt to enter any cities, as the cities are all white and thus are not affected by the black tribal violence. Nor do the cities need any help from you, as Mr. Stahlecker deployed forces to guard major cities. I do ask that you meet with me and Donald Stahlecker and that we discuss what can be done about this situation. Be warned, continued attacks into our Commonwealth will result in my activation of all Mississippian Egyptian reserves."

Meanwhile, Jim Da Silva, seeing the Tyrandian aircraft, went, "Shit. These f**kers are going to mess things up."

He pulled out his phone, and called the same mysterious number he had dialed before.

A voice on the other end responded. "Hello?"

Jim said, "This is Jimmy. Some s**theads from Tyrandis are moving across the border, they're going to kill my tribals. Norm, you'd better do something."

Norm grew cold. "Jim......I am disappointed...I thought everything was under control, nevermind that, how fares the Bokongo? Have you gotten them to shoot straight?"

Jim brightened and said, "Yes, Norm and more. They just raided a village, took some Ombivindu for POW labor. Killed every enemy militiaman, they did good. I like what I see, I'm gonna have to ask you to kick it up a notch, Norm."

Norm went, "Well?"

Jim said, "I need tanks. At least PT-76 level, or T-72. These Tyradnian f**ks are going to chew up my men. I need heavy support."

Norm smiled. "Jim...you underestimate yourself. You forget your RPG's so easily. You don't need tanks....not yet at least. Anyway, I have Gerhard on the job, he will ensure more arms get up to you soon."

Jim said, "Gerhard the twig? Shit. At least he will get the job done. That's good, when's my next shipment coming in?"

Norm said, "It will be coming soon. The chaos resulting from the Tyrandian incursion will provide me a window to smuggle arms for you.......look for six C-47 Dakotas, they will be gray, they will drop more guns for you. Clear out a spot for them. Also, look for five Land Rovers, they will come your way in 48 hours."

Jim said, "Yes sir."

Hanging up, he walked to the Bokongo elder. He then said to him, "Okay, I need you to do something. I need you to get those Ombivindu you captured, and I want you to clear out a spot for us.....some planes from my organization are coming in, they will be delivering more guns for you."

The Bakongo elder said, "Thank you sir! We will do this immediately."

The Bakongo elder motioned for a company of Bakongo, and a party of manacled Ombivindu, and motioned to find a spot to clear out for the C-47's.

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Gerhard bowed, extended his hand and said, "Gerhard Rumsfeld, CEO of the Imperial Diamond Company. My company was thinking about making an investment in your country's diamond mines, using local labor and my transports, particularly around Menoungue."

From: Donald Stahlecker of Angola

To: Tyrandis Authorities in Zaire


"We demand you cease and desist your attack into Angola, or we will respond with full force and request for Federal reinforcements, this is our problem and we are quite equipped to solve it."





From: John Tallmadge of Mississippian Egypt

To: Tyrandis President (ooc- not sure of his name)


"Surely you can understand and appreciate, because Donald Stahlecker is an ass is not cause to get lots of people killed. I have already deployed four parachute divisions to Angola to establish safe-zones and actually engage any tribals from either side, who are fighting and causing strife. Therefore I ask that you halt your advances and certainly I demand that you don't attempt to enter any cities, as the cities are all white and thus are not affected by the black tribal violence. Nor do the cities need any help from you, as Mr. Stahlecker deployed forces to guard major cities. I do ask that you meet with me and Donald Stahlecker and that we discuss what can be done about this situation. Be warned, continued attacks into our Commonwealth will result in my activation of all Mississippian Egyptian reserves."

OOC: DA, what are your casualties from that aerial/artillery barrage?

Also, Committee of Vigilance, the Merkava Mk. V I use is three generations ahead of the Soviet T-72... which means that trying to use them against my armored divisions is like sending babies to fight wolves. Furthermore, RPGs can't do crap to the extensive reactive armor systems mounted on all my vehicles, IFVs and cargo trucks included.

IC:


DISPATCH

FROM: General Katanahu Nihari, Commander, 1st Colonial Army
TO: Donald Stahlecker
SUB: Situation in Angola

Text as follows:
Prepared to deal with it? In all my days in military operations, I have never seen a first world army nearly as incompetent or poorly led as your own. Because you have seen fit to neglect your own territory, the forces of the DRC WILL institute civil order, at gunpoint if necessary.

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Official Statement from the Office of the Executor

"The actions of our colonial possession are independent from the main government in Australia. You would do well to contact Walter Spiegel, the governor of the DRC. However, if I may speak my piece... whoever is in charge of the Angolan territory is an idiot. Letting people kill each other is one thing... allowing it to spread into the sovereign borders of foreign nations is another. You should have expected this reaction, for Tyrandis is well known for our intolerance of foreign activities within our territories."

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Executor Xavier Davidson
Executor of the Imperium

OOC: DA, what are your casualties from that aerial/artillery barrage?

Also, Committee of Vigilance, the Merkava Mk. V I use is three generations ahead of the Soviet T-72... which means that trying to use them against my armored divisions is like sending babies to fight wolves. Furthermore, RPGs can't do crap to the extensive reactive armor systems mounted on all my vehicles, IFVs and cargo trucks included.

IC:


DISPATCH

FROM: General Katanahu Nihari, Commander, 1st Colonial Army
TO: Donald Stahlecker
SUB: Situation in Angola

Text as follows:
Prepared to deal with it? In all my days in military operations, I have never seen a first world army nearly as incompetent or poorly led as your own. Because you have seen fit to neglect your own territory, the forces of the DRC WILL institute civil order, at gunpoint if necessary.

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Official Statement from the Office of the Executor

"The actions of our colonial possession are independent from the main government in Australia. You would do well to contact Walter Spiegel, the governor of the DRC. However, if I may speak my piece... whoever is in charge of the Angolan territory is an idiot. Letting people kill each other is one thing... allowing it to spread into the sovereign borders of foreign nations is another. You should have expected this reaction, for Tyrandis is well known for our intolerance of foreign activities within our territories."

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Executor of the Imperium


Ooc- This is going to rapidly fall apart and get into the same earlier arguments if you insist that <MY> people are spreading across your borders again... They are my people, show me where I Rped MY people crossing borders? As for losses, here goes.


Ic-

The barrage had been bad enough, but nothing the soldiers weren't used to, they'd been shelled with live rounds during training, to "Weed out the stupid and inept" any soldier worth his salt would probably live in most barrages, but still the sheer intensity had claimed no less than two thousand and six hundred lives and several times that wounded. A few dozen of the dead were civilians and reporters, mixed in with army units for some reason.

Most, indeed nearly all of the missiles fired, had been either intercepted by SDI (we have over 10,000 SDI missiles, 20,000 SAMS, many patriots, and since we don't have to use them all at once, we could quite realistically target each incoming missile with between 2-5 intercepots, thus downing most of them), or had landed on targets the Commonwealth government considered "unimportant" although that just a term they gave to the public so they didn't have to admit losing a few key radar stations, but satellites and other radar would help them, so they figured they'd be fine.


However the major airbases in Luanda were knocked out and would be so for a few days, but no MiG-41s were based there. Indeed 1/3 of the MiG-41s, and 1/4 of all other fighters, in keeping with standard procedure, were always in the air. The MiG-41s immediately responded to the incursions by going to Mach 4.2 and heading for the nearest flight of hositle aircraft, they'd be firing the AIM Kluxer Missiles, with a range of nearly 100 miles.


And they decided to retaliate by firing over five hundred conventional cruise missiles against key military, economic, and government installations in DRC.


Donald Stahlecker issued a statement that "If outside forces move one inch south of the city of Ambriz, it will be clear they intend to attack Luanda, we will then respond with tactical and strategic weaponry with the goal being to wipe them out."


As it was, he had ordered the T-98s along the border to engage at will, any and all DRC forces. And the SA-19s were ordered to "At all costs, keep the skies clear so the tanks can do their job on the ground."

Also, Committee of Vigilance, the Merkava Mk. V I use is three generations ahead of the Soviet T-72... which means that trying to use them against my armored divisions is like sending babies to fight wolves. Furthermore, RPGs can't do crap to the extensive reactive armor systems mounted on all my vehicles, IFVs and cargo trucks included.


OOC: Guess I'll have to import heavier stuff........

IC:

The Bakongo militia and Da Silva reached an old maize field. At bayonet point and with nothing but gruel and water, they forced the Ombivindu to work, and clear the field.

As the Bakongo watched, the Ombivindu worked long and hard....the overseer looked at his watch, he had only a few hours to complete the task before the C-47's arrived and dropped their goods.

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Meanwhile, Jim called Norm again.

"Hey Norm......this is Jimmy. Rumor has it that the Tyrandians are bringing heavier s**t. Like Merkavas......"

Norm said, "Relax.....you worry too much, would you like me to send you some SMAW's, or Javelins? Look, you have a jungle to play in, make log traps....."

Jim said, "Look, these aren't some militia as***les. These are crack troops. You make log traps. We need tech, not just creativity. Send Javelins and Barrett's, and maybe land mines. For the love of God."

Norm said, "Fine. You will get your tech...quit whining. Expect the C-47's to be delayed. The Rover's will come on time."

Jim said, "Thanks man."

He then hung up......and stared thoughtfully at the scene of the Ombivindu laborers. Perhaps the terrain could be used wisely.....

OOC: DA, what are your casualties from that aerial/artillery barrage?

Also, Committee of Vigilance, the Merkava Mk. V I use is three generations ahead of the Soviet T-72... which means that trying to use them against my armored divisions is like sending babies to fight wolves. Furthermore, RPGs can't do crap to the extensive reactive armor systems mounted on all my vehicles, IFVs and cargo trucks included.




Ooc- I have often RPed my heavy tanks becoming mired in mud, because they are so armored heavily. If you have heavy reactive armor on all your already heavy cargo trucks (cargo trucks don't haul light-weight feathers you know) you are going to have serious problems on ALL rural roads in Angola, and ALL rural bridges (we don't care enough to make good rural bridges, except a few on roads that lead to white farming areas)

Ooc- I have often RPed my heavy tanks becoming mired in mud, because they are so armored heavily. If you have heavy reactive armor on all your already heavy cargo trucks (cargo trucks don't haul light-weight feathers you know) you are going to have serious problems on ALL rural roads in Angola, and ALL rural bridges (we don't care enough to make good rural bridges, except a few on roads that lead to white farming areas)

OOC: I didn't say heavy reactive armor on my cargo trucks. It's just a layer of nERA. Also... there were several hundred thousand shells falling on the border positions, and yet only 2,600 people were killed?

Explain how you can have RADAR from satellites, if you would... Also, Mach 4.2 is impossible for a turbofan-powered aircraft. Remember that IM conversation we just had? I'll recognize them up to Mach 2.5, which is pretty generous considering that they have slightly less than half the power of an F-15 Eagle...

IC:

[The Air War]

It was a tense moment indeed. The massive RADARs on the E-767s had quickly picked up the incoming MiG's bearing and speed, as well as the vast number of Kluxer LRAAMs they fired. The crews onboard quickly warned the pilots of the TSF-28s of the coming danger, and they reacted with characteristic composure and skill.

Since the Tyrandisan pilots knew that the incoming missiles used RADAR guidance, the TSF-28s activated their medium-range jammers to hopefully scramble their seekers and thus force the munitions to miss. Furthermore, each of the Seraphs dropped chaff, to thus divert the attentions of the DA missiles.

All the while these counter-measures were being made, the TSF-28s quickly reacted to the arrival of the MiGs. At the same instant the hostiles fired their volleys, a pair of Eagle XBVRAAMs were fired at each of the oncoming Belemese fighters, their payloads screaming through the skies at a speed of Mach 5.4 as the intricate Semi-Active RADAR system mounted on the missiles guided them towards their prey, the DA fighters. Once they reached within range, the LIDAR seeker section engaged along with the SCRAMjet engine, propelling the Eagles to a speed of Mach 6.5. All the while, command link guidance from the E-767 Sentinels would ensure that any attempts to counter this swarm of missiles would fail.

"Condor I to Hawk Squadron!" radioed an AWAC's communications officer, "I read over bogies inbound, suggest bearing zero-five-two, angels three-one. I'll try and bring you guys up on the DA formation's five o'clock!" The sixty birds of Hawk obeyed this advice, and screamed through the clouds at a speed of Mach 2.8, fast but still slow enough to manuver effectively.

The DA planes would never see it coming. The extensive stealth features of the TSF-28 kept them virtually invisible, and the fact that they were coming up behind ensured that whatever RADAR the MiGs carried was worthless, since they knew that the MiG carried a system only in it's nose. Without warning, they dropped in on the MiGs, Hawk XMRAAMs blazing from a range of 150 kilometres. These foxes had an Active RADAR/LIDAR seeker, and were among the best in the world. Two of these were launched at each and every MiG, and the Seraphs then accelerated to a speed of Mach 3.2, pulse-det hybrids blazing in the bloodstained skies above Africa as their 27mm cannons reached out towards their victims...

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[The Ground War]

The DA people would never learn. It was time for the MINERVA and Black Arrow systems to make their mark on the battlefront, as the lasers homed in on their prey, the incoming vampires from the south. Brilliant flashes of intercepted missiles dotted the morning sky, as the crews on the ground worked at their effort to stop the coming storm. The RADAR installations were working overtime, tracking and attacking each and every one of the cruise missiles. Unfortunately, not even the best defense is perfect, and two survived the web of defenses, damaging an antenna and killing six.

It was time to bring down the house, as it were. The Merkava Mk. Vs used by the 1st Colonial Army provided the spearhead for the offensive, supported by VTA-68 Lancer helicopter gunships. Considering that the idiots over in DA forgot to target the Centurion artillery, the merciless shelling continued as data on force deployments from Galaxyhawk UAVs was fed to the mighty guns. Hydraulic loading continued to send more and more shells into the 145mm pieces, all blasting apart those border positions that still offered meager resistance. An armored fist from the north was bearing down on the colonial government as the Tyrandisan infantry supported by M-7 St. Christophers and Merkava Mk. Vs smashed through the shell-pocked border defenses...

OOC: I didn't say heavy reactive armor on my cargo trucks. It's just a layer of nERA. Also... there were several hundred thousand shells falling on the border positions, and yet only 2,600 people were killed?

Explain how you can have RADAR from satellites, if you would... Also, Mach 4.2 is impossible for a turbofan-powered aircraft. Remember that IM conversation we just had? I'll recognize them up to Mach 2.5, which is pretty generous considering that they have slightly less than half the power of an F-15 Eagle...

IC:

[The Air War]

It was a tense moment indeed. The massive RADARs on the E-767s had quickly picked up the incoming MiG's bearing and speed, as well as the vast number of Kluxer LRAAMs they fired. The crews onboard quickly warned the pilots of the TSF-28s of the coming danger, and they reacted with characteristic composure and skill.

Since the Tyrandisan pilots knew that the incoming missiles used RADAR guidance, the TSF-28s activated their medium-range jammers to hopefully scramble their seekers and thus force the munitions to miss. Furthermore, each of the Seraphs dropped chaff, to thus divert the attentions of the DA missiles.

All the while these counter-measures were being made, the TSF-28s quickly reacted to the arrival of the MiGs. At the same instant the hostiles fired their volleys, a pair of Eagle XBVRAAMs were fired at each of the oncoming Belemese fighters, their payloads screaming through the skies at a speed of Mach 5.4 as the intricate Semi-Active RADAR system mounted on the missiles guided them towards their prey, the DA fighters. Once they reached within range, the LIDAR seeker section engaged along with the SCRAMjet engine, propelling the Eagles to a speed of Mach 6.5. All the while, command link guidance from the E-767 Sentinels would ensure that any attempts to counter this swarm of missiles would fail.

"Condor I to Hawk Squadron!" radioed an AWAC's communications officer, "I read over bogies inbound, suggest bearing zero-five-two, angels three-one. I'll try and bring you guys up on the DA formation's five o'clock!" The sixty birds of Hawk obeyed this advice, and screamed through the clouds at a speed of Mach 2.8, fast but still slow enough to manuver effectively.

The DA planes would never see it coming. The extensive stealth features of the TSF-28 kept them virtually invisible, and the fact that they were coming up behind ensured that whatever RADAR the MiGs carried was worthless, since they knew that the MiG carried a system only in it's nose. Without warning, they dropped in on the MiGs, Hawk XMRAAMs blazing from a range of 150 kilometres. These foxes had an Active RADAR/LIDAR seeker, and were among the best in the world. Two of these were launched at each and every MiG, and the Seraphs then accelerated to a speed of Mach 3.2, pulse-det hybrids blazing in the bloodstained skies above Africa as their 27mm cannons reached out towards their victims...

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[The Ground War]

The DA people would never learn. It was time for the MINERVA and Black Arrow systems to make their mark on the battlefront, as the lasers homed in on their prey, the incoming vampires from the south. Brilliant flashes of intercepted missiles dotted the morning sky, as the crews on the ground worked at their effort to stop the coming storm. The RADAR installations were working overtime, tracking and attacking each and every one of the cruise missiles. Unfortunately, not even the best defense is perfect, and two survived the web of defenses, damaging an antenna and killing six.

It was time to bring down the house, as it were. The Merkava Mk. Vs used by the 1st Colonial Army provided the spearhead for the offensive, supported by VTA-68 Lancer helicopter gunships. Considering that the idiots over in DA forgot to target the Centurion artillery, the merciless shelling continued as data on force deployments from Galaxyhawk UAVs was fed to the mighty guns. Hydraulic loading continued to send more and more shells into the 145mm pieces, all blasting apart those border positions that still offered meager resistance. An armored fist from the north was bearing down on the colonial government as the Tyrandisan infantry supported by M-7 St. Christophers and Merkava Mk. Vs smashed through the shell-pocked border defenses...



Ooc- When did I ever say my MiGs only had radar in their nose? Whatever RL MiGs are, mine are NS MiGs, unless there are really MiG-41 Good Ole Boys I don't know about in RL. When did I ever say my missiles were radar trackers? They are a combination of heat-seeking, pilot guided, and radar tracking, depending on the varying situations, they can be used in either roles. And I fire 500 missiles, you refuse to take any losses over 6 men? Hell, people say I shy from losses, I lost well over 2,000 from your artillery, rather than just godmodding my way out of it, which seems what you are doing with it. And now you are RPing just smashing through my defenses without even allowing me to post what the defenses are and what they can do? I can't RP like this and I won't RP like this.

Ooc- When did I ever say my MiGs only had radar in their nose? Whatever RL MiGs are, mine are NS MiGs, unless there are really MiG-41 Good Ole Boys I don't know about in RL. When did I ever say my missiles were radar trackers? They are a combination of heat-seeking, pilot guided, and radar tracking, depending on the varying situations, they can be used in either roles. And I fire 500 missiles, you refuse to take any losses over 6 men? Hell, people say I shy from losses, I lost well over 2,000 from your artillery, rather than just godmodding my way out of it, which seems what you are doing with it. And now you are RPing just smashing through my defenses without even allowing me to post what the defenses are and what they can do? I can't RP like this and I won't RP like this.

OOC: Ok, look. The RL MiG, the Foxbat you based the design on has a RADAR in it's nose, meaning it's limited to a roughly 120 degree scope. If I assumed you used the same system wrongly, then I apologize. Furthermore, I only posted a loss of six men because several hundred thousand shells only killed 2,000ish on your side. Also, you could still retaliate from your border, I just said that my forces are aggressively invading.

OOC: Quick and dirty.....Gerhard Rumsfeld needs an answer.

IC:

As these events were occuring, the field for the C-47's was cleared.

Now, the Bakongo retreiveal party waited for the supplies which would come by air. The Land Rovers had arrived......

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As the fighting between the Tyrandians and he Mississippian Angolan troops began in earnest, the Bakongo launched another series of raids on the Ombivindu.

They took advantage of their superiority in arms and the fact they had actualy been taught to shoot straight. At every village it was the same, a rocket or mortar attack, then a violent raid to finish off the enemy troopers inside. Then, the women and children would be taken away as labor. In all, only about 5,000 Bakongo were lost, impressive compared to other ops.

It seemed that the Ombivindu were surprised by this, they never expected this to happen from the Bakongo.......

OOC: Ok, look. The RL MiG, the Foxbat you based the design on has a RADAR in it's nose, meaning it's limited to a roughly 120 degree scope. If I assumed you used the same system wrongly, then I apologize. Furthermore, I only posted a loss of six men because several hundred thousand shells only killed 2,000ish on your side. Also, you could still retaliate from your border, I just said that my forces are aggressively invading.



Ooc- I never ever said my MiG-41 was based on the Foxbat. I said it was a hybrid design of Western and Eastern technology. If you insist on godmodding what my weapons are designed on, then I'll have no choice but to ignore you. Also, if you fired several hundred thousand shells in that little time, your guns would overheat and explode.

Jim got a call on his Sattelite phone.

"Yes. This is Jimmy."

It was "Norm," the mystery man from before. He said, "Good day, Mr. Da Silva. Please light an emergency signal, triangular formation of flares, use purple."

JIm nodded, and hung up.

He ordered the Bakongo to get the purple ground flares, and arrange them in a triangular formation in the field. The Bakongo lit them, and they soon emitted a purple smoke......
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Meanwhile, A flight of six gray C-47's flew over the Angolan jungle.....speeding toward the cleared field, they would be looking for a triangular signal flare, normally used for rescue ops. Only, it would be purple.

OOC: Bottom of post #80, Rumsfeld made his pitch......not to nag.

Ooc- I never ever said my MiG-41 was based on the Foxbat. I said it was a hybrid design of Western and Eastern technology. If you insist on godmodding what my weapons are designed on, then I'll have no choice but to ignore you. Also, if you fired several hundred thousand shells in that little time, your guns would overheat and explode.

OOC: I'm sorry about that for assuming incorrectly :(. You can say your aircraft has an aft-looking RADAR then, and RP along with it...

But regarding your criticism of my artillery:
1. I had 6,000 guns pouring down fire.
2. Each of these were shooting 6 shells a minute. (36,000 shells a min total, give or take)
3. The barrage lasted one hour, meaning that each individual gun only fired 360 shots.
4. Not only that, I have a system where a mixture of liquid nitrogen and SCP is mechanically injected into the Centurion to cool it down every 300 shots or so.

Ooc- Lavenrunz, RB, and COV, let's get this going again, shall we? Who has the next line?

Meanwhile, Jim Da Silva, seeing the Tyrandian aircraft, went, "Shit. These f**kers are going to mess things up."

He pulled out his phone, and called the same mysterious number he had dialed before.

A voice on the other end responded. "Hello?"

Jim said, "This is Jimmy. Some s**theads from Tyrandis are moving across the border, they're going to kill my tribals. Norm, you'd better do something."

Norm grew cold. "Jim......I am disappointed...I thought everything was under control, nevermind that, how fares the Bokongo? Have you gotten them to shoot straight?"

Jim brightened and said, "Yes, Norm and more. They just raided a village, took some Ombivindu for POW labor. Killed every enemy militiaman, they did good. I like what I see, I'm gonna have to ask you to kick it up a notch, Norm."

Norm went, "Well?"

Jim said, "I need tanks. At least PT-76 level, or T-72. These Tyradnian f**ks are going to chew up my men. I need heavy support."

Norm smiled. "Jim...you underestimate yourself. You forget your RPG's so easily. You don't need tanks....not yet at least. Anyway, I have Gerhard on the job, he will ensure more arms get up to you soon."

Jim said, "Gerhard the twig? Shit. At least he will get the job done. That's good, when's my next shipment coming in?"

Norm said, "It will be coming soon. The chaos resulting from the Tyrandian incursion will provide me a window to smuggle arms for you.......look for six C-47 Dakotas, they will be gray, they will drop more guns for you. Clear out a spot for them. Also, look for five Land Rovers, they will come your way in 48 hours."

Jim said, "Yes sir."

Hanging up, he walked to the Bokongo elder. He then said to him, "Okay, I need you to do something. I need you to get those Ombivindu you captured, and I want you to clear out a spot for us.....some planes from my organization are coming in, they will be delivering more guns for you."

The Bakongo elder said, "Thank you sir! We will do this immediately."

The Bakongo elder motioned for a company of Bakongo, and a party of manacled Ombivindu, and motioned to find a spot to clear out for the C-47's.

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Gerhard bowed, extended his hand and said, "Gerhard Rumsfeld, CEO of the Imperial Diamond Company. My company was thinking about making an investment in your country's diamond mines, using local labor and my transports, particularly around Menoungue."





The CEO's inquiry was forwarded to the governor-general, Donald Stahlecker, who issued a prompt reply. (ooc- yes, I know it's not prompt, forgive me :( )

He had just one sentence to say, "Sure, unpack your things and set up shop, our guards will take care of security."

The CEO's inquiry was forwarded to the governor-general, Donald Stahlecker, who issued a prompt reply. (ooc- yes, I know it's not prompt, forgive me :( )

He had just one sentence to say, "Sure, unpack your things and set up shop, our guards will take care of security."

OOC: Forgiven, that's cool, better late than never. Some OOC data, this Diamond Company is going to be the Air America here......

IC:

The Imperial Diamond Company soon began flying C-141's and An-225's
packed with mining equipment and things of that nature into Angola. Flying to Menongue, they got the clearance to land in a field nearby. Setting up, they began to clear room for the facilities and for storage.

In the meantime, Gerhard called a man on his satellite phone, using secure frequency.

A wavery voice came on the other side. "Ah yes, Gerhard......I will say this for you, you have good luck."

Gerhardt said, "Well, not exactly, the Mississippians insisted on handling security, it will make things hard."

Thee voice said, "Relax, Gerhard, If you don't make it horribly obvious, and if you are careful, you will be fine, anyway, there is always the almighty dollar...."

Gerhard then said, "Not very assuring, but oh well. Thanks."

He hung up and went to help some Belgian workers who were unable to handle a backhoe.

The lavenrunzian nodded and said, "Well, thank you, Lieutenant. If you don't mind, I think my family and I will stay here, and perhaps we can laager together, if you don't mind the term. My wife and I are both good shots and I did my military service."

The lieutenant had some of the soldiers get spare rifles, 3 G-36 rifles and a pouch of 6 magazines to accompany each. He handed them one at a time, into the vehicle to the man.

When he had finished, he smiled and said, "We have some extra body armor as well, enough for you and the children... It's yours, we won't need it."