NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Again, the nations that claimed those died. See also Chellis' thread.


Off The Shore of South Africa

The ten Samson-class transports approached the shore, laden with Marines. High above the transports, in orbit, hanged a full Allanean battlegroup. The South Africans never knew what hit them when the Farad Cannons began to fire at key governemnt installations and power stations. Within hours, the entire country went dark.

Then, the Marines went ashore, their thrust spearheaded by the new George Walker Bush main battletanks. They mopped up the remaining resistance, and proceeded straight for the seats of power, as Farad cannon eliminated any military forces that dared even approach the USMC as they mowed down everying in their path.

Within twenty-four hours it was over. Fifteen Allaneans and 34,000 South African soldiers were dead, and the Marines proceeded towards Namibia, where the Farad Cannons were already fast at work. Behind them, their allies, the Dersconi, began to disembark.

The team of Praesillei Dei soldiers all landed on the beach and regrouped with the Allaneans. Officially, this operation doesn't exist. Derscon will never admit to it. Even the operation itself is not being funded by the government. Private corporations with secretive ties to the Crown (OOC: Andropov Petro Co, Rekjyavich Banking Co, Ivanov Vodka Inc.) took care of everything.

"Well, here goes nothing."

As the Dersconi soldiers advanced, they would find that the war was already fought and won. The Allanean technology, exceeding anything the South Africans had by several orders of quality, turned military centers and government offices alike into smoldering ruins. Whoever was still alive from the South African military was probably cowering in fear in some shelter.

In the meanwhile, the USMC broke into Namibia, meeting a similar picture there.

The Knight Commander of the brigade looked at the satellite images coming in and shrugged.

"Looks like their doing all the work for us. Occupational procedures, NOW!"

After about a year, a capital and three cities were established. Dersconi citizens were not moving in, though, as there was plenty of land within the Fatherland.

Currently, the populus was being used for slave labour, mining the gold and diamond mines and growing some of the cancelled Napoleon Premier. It would be a long time until it was ready to be shipped, unfortunately, causing the Greater Prussian Wine and Spirits Shoppe to lose business, but oh well.

Of course, there were the various rebellions every once in awhile........

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Northern Dersconi-occupied South Africa

Slaves were working on the vinyards, being overseen by the slave masters, who were, by law, benevolent. It was just after sunrise, so it wasn't too hot yet. Some of the South African SS division was patroling the grounds, but other than that, it was fairly peaceful.

BANG!

A gunshot rang out, and everyone looked in that general direction. An SS soldier laid dead on the ground, with a bullet hole in his chest. A scream was heard from the forest as hoards of blacks stormed out of the forest, carring Enfield bolt action rifles, with some "lucky" ones carrying M1 Garands.

The alarm was raised and the SS began firing back. The Captain screamed to his men.

"Kill these bastards! They're destroying the vinyard!" Which was entirely true. As they swarmed on, they began burning the vinyard. It didn't help that the dead bodies were lying on the ground, either.

After about ten SS soldiers dead and fifty blacks, the other one hundred surrendered after the front "lines" being mowed down by an M249.
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Central South Africa

In the center of the nation were the established concentration camps, designed to kill off those unable to work and those rebellious of the rule.

The one hundred militiamen were driven into the complex via train and thrown into the courtyard. The SS Kommandant there overlooked them as he read the clipboard handed to him.

Militiamen from northern vinyards. Find info, execute as you please.

A smile came on his face -- the smile you'd see on a madman when he's about to have his sick pleasure. He ordered them divided up into groups of ten, and they hustled off to various barracks.

Inside the central complex, the Kommandant was having dinner when an SS private entered.

"Yes?"

"Herr Kommandant, Group five has given us the information you requested."

"Good. What of one through four?"

"When nothing happened, they were all gassed, and their bodies thrown in the furnaces."

"Good. Rid of the rest of the niggers. We don't need them anymore."

"Yes, Herr Kommandant."

Ten minutes later, all one hundred were gassed and burned, while a team of Waffen SS headed out to the location given of their arms cache.