NationStates Jolt Archive

At 7:00AM, KST, citizens in Apnea, the capital of Kalinengrad, were awoken by the sound of roaring engines and stamping boots as soldiers of the Grouped Kelgrad Armed forces marched into the capital. Experiencing only minor resistance from boarder guards, the soldiers of Kalinengrad's neighbor went virtually unopposed toward the capital, only 17 miles from the boarder. We have received word that President Millis has refused to surrender, despite the almost carnival-like atmosphere of his citizens throwing flowers to the invading troops. He and his personal guard unit are holding ground in the Imperial Palace, although the enemy soldiers have made no effort to take the area by force. More details will be announced as they become available.

A man dressed in Kelgrad uniform slipped of down a alleyway to meet his partner.

"So its true? They are taking over?"

"It seems so Comrade, they literally just walked past the border guard!"

"It seems that Kalinengrad wants to be taken over!"

"Well it it does, it'll sure be Trixia that does it"

"Aye sir! For the Empire!"

"Is everything ready"

"Yes Captain. We just have to wait until President Millis is disposed of..."

"Very good Private. I must get beck to the leader of the Kelgrad army, we can't let him get away!"

"Vey well Captain. Good Luck! I will make sure all plans run smoothly!"

The two parted. Each with their own 'side' to go to. And each with their own 'leader' to dispose off...

They were members of the President’s Elite Guard, holed-up in the Panic Sector of the Palace, where the President had been taken a short while ago. Most of the President's guards were asleep or having a cigarette. After all, there was no reason to stand at attention all night; they had men outside the high security area watching for any threat to the President.
The only problem for the President was that those men were dead. They lay silent and still, pools of their blood glistening in the moonlight on the polished wood floors. None of them had even seen it coming. A few may have been quick enough to see the hand come over their head and grab the rim of their helmets, but none were quick enough to keep the knife from their throats.
The men of Kelgrad’s 1st Rifle Guards were trained to handle these kinds of missions. They were moving in to assassinate the President of Kalinengrad, which would break the stalemate between the two nations. They just didn’t know that someone had beaten them to it.

Major Trent looked down at the President. He seemed, at ease...

I'll soon put a stop to that my friend...

Her men had beaten the Kelgrad to it. Thanks to Captain Winters stalling their attack. By the time they got here it would all be to late.

She looked at the 'guards' all taking a break. Then she took a knife from her belt.

Too.... easy. Must be a better way...

But as she thought of a better way she noticed a guard notice her. Wearing black that was blacker than black made you slightly noticable in a kind of way, to the right person, it seemed at least one of the guards had some sense.

A challenge!

She threw the knife at the curious guards throat. And as the guards ran to his aid she dropped down behind the president.

"This just isn't your day Mr President..."

And as the knife came through his chest, he replied.

"Who are you?"

"Me? Well i'm Kris Trent. The last person you'll see in this world. Rest assured your nation will be well looked after when the Trixian Empire get their hands on it"

And with that, he died.

And Kris dissapeared.

The Kelgradian Special Forces unit 1stRGs stopped near the heavy steel door. Captain Syte paused. According to the briefing, this was the room where the President was being held. The other men in the unit stopped behind him, all dropping to one knee and panning the room, each one holding his AKS-74U low. There was some kind of commotion behind the door, he could just hear men yelling over the radio, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He pulled his ski mask up off of his face, and gestured for his lieutenant to come over. Lt. Iskra moved silently but swiftly across the room, with another soldier immediately taking his place guarding the rear.
"So, Vasha, what do you think?” the captain whispered. "Well, seeing as how their military has performed so far, I wouldn't expect them to have any idea of how to maintain radio silence.", the Lt. responded, in an almost joking tone. The captain chuckled. "Right, but still. Something has got them jumpy. Well, in any case, we didn't come all this way to listen to those bastards gossip all night. We'll move in with standard two-by-two cover formation. You guys know the drill." He pulled down his mask and put his hand on the doorknob, his men filing in silently behind him. The captain had done dozens of assassinations and covert ops before, but this one was giving him a bad feeling. It wasn’t remorse; he had been trained from a child not to associate anything he did in battle with anything a regular human would feel. No, this was a feeling that something was very wrong with the whole situation. Kalinengrad was now filled with almost 7,000,000 Kelgradian soldiers, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something in the shadows, jus out of sight. He brought himself back to the here-and-now. "This is it." He opened the door and lunged through.

Kris looked as the Kelgrad troops ran in. She had to admit, they disposed of the Late President's guard very quickly. Not one man of the Kelgrad unit went down.

Time to change that

She silently jumped down and closed the large steel door behind her.

Noone noticed the gas grenade she dropped as she left. Her team joined her to hold the door. There was only two ways out, the door and death. And the door was locked...

Colonel Zietl turned away from the screen with grim expression. The monitor was divided into six sections, each section showing the heartbeat and respiration of a certain member of the 1st Rifle Guards. Each man had been flat lining for 17 minutes now. Each of them had suffered a sudden drop in breathing just before their hearts stopped; leading him to believe gas was to blame. “Go back,” Zietl ordered to the tech at the computer. The footage from camera worn by Ct. Syte rolled by on the screen. “There! Stop.” The technician stopped the feed and hit Play.
The grainy footage showed the men, bathed in the eerie green of night vision, moving down a hallway. Zietl matched the footage up with the map of the palace on the next monitor. They were right outside the Panic Room; the large steel door on-screen confirmed that. The captain halted, gestured to his second in command, and carried out a hushed conversation.
As they finished, the men fell into positions, and burst into the room. The colonel thought he say something move from the President towards the ceiling, but couldn’t be sure, as gunfire flashed across the screen, obscuring everything. It was over in less than 2 seconds. Blood was smeared across the floor, and one of the guards was pinned to the wall by a knife in his throat. Blood was still bubbling out of his mouth, but he was basically dead, just some air escaping from his lungs. The President lay in a bloody heap on the floor.
The screen became fuzzy, and when it came back, the camera showed the men laboring at the door, trying to open it. Every few seconds, one of them slumped to the ground, succumbing to the unseen threat. Slowly, Captain Syte and the rest of his men died. Some of the finest men in the military were now dead. Whoever was behind this knew what they were doing.
Colonel Zietl turned to his aide. “Captain Winters, double the guard, and alert the Chancellor.” Winters smiled. “At once sir.”

After the banging had subsided Kris and her troops went of into the palace, hiding... waiting...

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Captain Rust stood behind Colonel Zietl.

"Sir? do you really feel we need double guard for a bunch of renegage troops with a gas grenade? I mean it makes us look so weak"

"With things going the way they are in Kalinengrad, we can't be too careful." Zietl said. "If anyone were to find out about the executions yesterday, who knows what other countries would step in. For now, we must find out who is behind this, and contiue to show all of our happy new comrades on the television. Have the soldiers who shot the revolutionaries rotated back to Kelgrad, make sure they don't leak anything." Rust spun and walked towards the door. "And captain?" Rust turned. "Yes Colonel?" Zeitl didn;t turn as he responded. "If you question my orders again, you will be shot. Dismissed."

10:38 PM, Kelgrad Standard Time. Gedrhine, the capital of Kelgrad.
Chancellor Sundberg day-dreamed at his desk. An officer had been giving him some report on the Kalinengrad Campaign for almost an hour now. ‘Why do I care about this?’ Sundberg thought. The Captain continued into painful detail. "Our comrades of the 7th Infantry moved into the town of Yokutsk at 2:30PM yesterday, supported by armored units of the-" "Just shut up already!", the Chancellor yelled, springing to his feet. The Captain jumped, unaware that the Chancellor had been simmering for more than 45 minutes now. "Get out of my sight. Your next report had better be substantially shorter, comrade." The officer stammered something, completely incoherent from fear, and staggered towards the door.
At that moment, a Private burst through the door, looking very pale and holding a folded piece of paper. "Yes, comrade Private?" Sundberg growled. The captain still stood in the room, unsure of what to do. The Private began to read from a computer printout. "Sir, the 108th Infantry, tasked with securing the Sypris mountain range in southern Kalinengrad has met with heavy resistance from members of the Kalinian Army. They report 141 dead and 380 wounded at this time. Aerial reconnaissance reports possible tank movements in the area." Well, looks like we found out where the enemy has been hiding, Sundberg thought. Very well. "Recall the members of the high command; tell them to meet me in the War Room in 2 hours."
The Private saluted, and left the room. "Ummm...sir?" The Chancellor glanced up at the flustered Captain, still standing in his office. "What is it, comrade?" The Captain snapped to full attention. "I'll have my report ready in an hour." With that, the Chancellor of the People's Republic of Kelgrad pulled his Makarov pistol from its holster and shot the man’s briefcase out of his hand. "Dismissed, Captain."

12:00PM KST, the War Room
Chancellor Sundberg looked at the blown-up photos with a grim expression. The photos were taken an hour ago by a spy satellite high over the Sypris Mountains in Southern Kalinengrad. Circled in yellow was a mixed bag of heavy weapons, ranging from modern American made M1 Abrahams to ancient Russian Katyusha rocket trucks. Standing around the table were the highest ranking officers from each branch in the country's military. The Chancellor spoke first.
"Well, what are our options, comrades?" Vladimir Parishk, head of the People's Army spoke up. "It seems that in response to our invasion, the Kalinian Army Fell back to what they call the White Gate, a valley filled with tunnels and bunkers carved out during the last war. We have the area sealed off with several infantry divisions and armored units." Sundberg paused. "Yes, that much we know. I said, 'what are options?’ not 'tell me what I can already see.'"
Robert Starshi, head of the Air Forces, offered a suggestion. "We bomb them into submission. Heavy carpet bombing at night, precision bunker-busters during the day. Comrade Parishk can supply us with artillery, and we will pound the enemy into the ground. I suggest this be continued for, let's say, 5 days, then we send in infantry and tanks to clean up."
Sundberg scanned the photos again. The plan seemed solid. There were a few SAM anti-air launchers in the canyon, but a lightning raid by members of the Special Forces could take them out before the first jets even took off. "Very well, we shall begin Operation Glorious Harvest tonight. Good work, comrades. Ready your men. Dismissed."

Captain Rust had been thinking of Operation Glorious Harvest for the last 2 hours now, ever since he had heard it.

Kris had come us behind him without so much as a sound.

"General?"

"Kris? How did it go?"

"It went well General. Very well"

"Good, slight problem tho, we have to situation of Kelgrad winning the war..."

"Don't worry General, they shall not win, Trixia will rule this day! My forces shall ensure they do not take out the SAMs, and then our Trixian Forces shall crush both armies as they shoot at each other"

"Very Good Commander Kris, you will be rewarded for this service"

"Just doing my duty, General....."

Operation Glorious Harvest Had begun the day before, with massive waves of artillery and mortar shells fly off into the mountains an valleys. Five groups of ten commandos each snuck into what was now called the Kalinengrad Pocket. Each commander had a map showing that unit's target, where enemy patrols had been mapped, armor depots, etc. Two men in each unit carried a small block of C4 with which they could destroy the SAM launchers. It was one of the darkest nights they had seen, with the massive peaks peering down on them ominously. There was a blood red moon in the sky.

Kris had troops waiting at every SAM site, if they tried, they'd have some fun...