NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:
This will be the thread for my conquest of Indonesia, although I might need at least two other people to rp the native unrest after I conquered it.

I.C:

The Republic of Indonesia, a land in turmoil....

0800h, the province of Aceh....

The sea was shifting. A small band of men could be seen patrolling up and down the beach-shore, at first one might mistake them for Indonesian military, but as soon as they came closer, it was evident what they were. Members of the infamous Aceh "Death" group. They wore black overalls, although they only hindered movement and made them stand out more. They were armed with Soviet AK47's, the quality of which were terrible, the gun's would often jam and make them only sutiable for combat clubs. This particular group had been raising havoc around the general province, over fifty different tourists had been kidnapped and executed by the loose "organization" and more were to die now, in a most gruesome fashion. They were fastly approaching the end of the beach now, lying down on the beach itself and crawling, taking silent orders frm their captain, a veteran of this type of operation.

They now ran for covered positions and got into several vantage points, as not to arouse their prey's suspicion. As a small laugh could be heard round the corner, it was evident what their prey were.

A small group of Dimmimaran holidaymakers were on the beach, ten or so of them. The children laughed and played, dancing in the gentle lapping waves and the adlts conversed in hushed tones, occasionally bursting out into sporadic laughter. Some of the adults were looking around now, surveying the surrounding environment. As they spoke louder now, some of their conversation could be heard.

"We shouldn't have come here! The Death squadron!" Said a small male, twenty or so.

"This is our time off. Relax, the Indonesian government has it all under control." Replied what seemed to be his father.

"Don't be so naive!" Hissed the younger son. "They can't even control some of the main islands! Why not this one?"

"You're so pessimistic, always looking for the downside to things."

"Realistic more lik-" The man was cut short.

The band of rebels had advanced from their covered positions, hooting tribal war-cries and training their guns on the family. The family stopped what they were doing, some of the women turned pale and collapsed onto the ground, the men looked in horror. The rest of the warband, keeping their guns trained on the family stopped, but the only man in the waraband who could speak English advanced.

"You are foreign?"

"Yes." One of the men shakily replied.

"Come with us please."

"Why? What have we done? There are children!" One of the younger children cried out.

"Shut that child up, or I will." He made a gesture to her throat and his penis. One of the women feinted.

"Come now."

The family obeyed, not knowing what would happen to them.....

It had been four days now and the hostages were still whining. After his first few "sessions" with one of the women though, they had mainly stopped, although more persuasion would be required. He had released the hostage video and there had been no response yet, although he expected one soon. He had found out that they were Dimmimaran, that complicted things more. That government was notorious for militaristic action, although he doubted that they would violate indonesian soverignity, despite the fact that they had the power. He would wait further, until they both released a response. The ultimatum had been simple, ten million pounds in cash and the creation of a State of Ache. His other "requests" had not been acknowledged, let alone granted, but the kidnapping of these particular tourists might rouse some action. One of his most trusted lieutanants, Kim approached him.

"Any news yet?" Li'e asked.

"No." Kim replied. "But I am confident that they will, did you stop the woman's whining?" He grinned.

"Yes, although she might need some more." Li'e responded, returning a grin.

"Don't forget to give me a turn, I need some too!"

"Sure you do, you can have one of the other women."

"They are all ugly! Anyway, my wife is expecting me back tomorrow, I must depart now."

"Then go, and goodbye, may Allah guide you!"

"As you." Kim replied, leaving the small mud hut.

They would need Allah in the wake of the coming storm...

The Dimmimaran Times
Family Taken hostage in Indonesia!

It has been confirmed via reports that a family of Dimmimarans on holiday has been taken hostage by the notorious Aceh separatist group. The family of ten were thought to have been ambushed by a rebel band, although these reports have not been verified. The family from Dimmimar Superior had been on holiday for a week before being captured. A hostage video is alledged to have been released although the media have not had it delivered to them. The government may have taken the video.

Both of the governments have declined to comment although this worrying series of events makes one think whether it is safe for a Dimmimaran to travel overseas anymore.

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"What is this!?" Hissed Gaius Serpentius, handing his aid the newspaper.

"Ah yes, I forgot to tell you, your excellency."

"Forgot to tell me!? You imbecile, this could be a breakthrough?"

"Breakthrough, your excellency?" Asked the aide, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, this might go well, if what I'm thinking is right."

It will indeed.....

After much deliberation, the High Imperator had authorised an attack on the province of Aceh, and to take it as a staging point for the invasion of Indonesia itself. Several thousands of men are thought to have been mobilized, although the majority of them are elite veterans, used to jungle warfare. The veterans will clear a path for the main army itself, sabotaging supply lines, creating dissent and havoc. The main army will attack a weak and small army, as it is thought that many will desert due to the propaganda released onto the Indonesian cities...

0800h, Beach on Aceh....

The commando crawled forward, the slowly ebbing tides covering his back and freezing him to the core. As small bursts of static followed by his commanders speech came over the radio, he acknowledged, looking in his scope for any potential enemies. None, he smiled, this would be easier than he thought. They should have hired ordinary troops for this job, not the special forces. The land was in turmoil, although the government itself was fairly stable. This island would do for now. He scoped again and looked out into the dense foliage and saw nothing. Had he been equipped with infrared site, he would have noticed Indonesian and Aceh rebels cooperating to scramble to positions. He would have also noticed the several flame-throwers in place, concealed in several of the bushes, waiting to be used on the Dimmimaran forces. He crawled further, away from the foliage, to check the main clearing just in-site beyond a small brush of trees. He scopped in. Nothing. He got up and looked around, hoping that this would be a quick operation.

Flash!

In the corner of his eye, he saw several fire's light up. At least ten soldiers had been torched, rolling around trying to claw the flames from their already charred body. He hit the deck, hoping to find a vantage point, crawling behind a small rock, he saw he main action begin. Several Indonesian forces opened fire, concealed in their foliage of jungle. A few troops dropped dead. He responded quickly, not firing with bullets but throwing a molotov cocktail at the immediate area of the flames. It worked instantaneously, the troops were driven out ino the clearing, into the Dimmimaran guns, they died a painful death. They were outnumbered, but the Dimmimaran's training would hopefully win the day.

This will be a hard battle....

The rebels had been beaten back, albeit slowly but surely. The main army had landed, now they would wait....