NationStates Jolt Archive

"When the Generalissimo dies, we'll fucking kill you Rights like flies."

-anonymous communist rioter


Communist Homeland, Quadrant 3, District #44135438

RB's draconian apartheid-esque system- which forcibly separated people on the basis of their political beliefs and relocated them accordingly- was coming under heavy criticism lately. International organizations such as Amnesty International, Freedom House, and Human Rights Watch frequently denounced RB's policies. The moderate media occasionally voiced its disapproval. Congressman Morton Weldstan, the Deputy President of the Federation of Moderate Homelands and one of J.L.'s most outspoken critics and rivals, resoundingly condemned the system day in and day out, and urged the rest of the Moderate Party to follow suit. The censured Lefty Loosy Party and Radical Revolutionary Party were especially loud in their criticisms. Yet, no one opposed these laws as much as the citizens of the RB Communist Homeland did. Because there were few communists in RB, the population of their homeland was small, with only about 40,000 members, 90% of them between the ages of 16 and 24. Nevertheless, 20-foot-high cement walls, 15-foot-wide moats filled with piranhas, and thousands of landmines surrounded the homeland, preventing them from escaping. Moreover, over 2,500 National Guardsmen, 10,000 policemen, 750 secret policemen (who had been trained by SAVAK of Parthia), and 5,000 Marines patrolled the homeland to ensure that order was always maintained.

The Communist Homeland was extremely impoverished, filthy, diease-ridden, and inhospitable. Cockroaches, rats, and centipedes infested every building, electricity was scarce, there were no cars (except military vehicles), graffiti was everywhere, the homeland's drinking water glowed a ghastly shade of green, human waste and decaying animal carcasses were everywhere, and the air reeked of drugs, cigarette smoke, waste, and garbage. The people were malnourished, deathly thin, disheveled, smothered in filth, and dressed in tattered rags. Their inefficient system of communism was the sole cause of their plight. Yet, the pinkoes had the unmitigated gall to accuse J.L. of fomenting this disaster. What their "brains" failed to grasp was that the right-leaning and moderate homelands enjoyed excessive economic prosperity and the people in those homelands lived opulent, successful, extremely satisfying lives.
One day, in a small coffee shop (which smelled like a cross between a junkyard, a mortuary, a battlefield, a crack den, and a bathroom with poor sanitation), the pinkoes all iterated their frustration, contempt, dismay, and flat-out anger at their "poor treatment," blaming everything on J.L. while refusing to admit the flaws in their own "thinking."
"J.L. has gone too far," one of them said, and the room burst into loud applause.
The pinkoes began pumping their fists in the air, spouting idiocy and absurd slogans which praised Marxist-Leninist gangsterism, denounced liberty and free-enterprise, and lauded some of the bloodiest dictators that had ever graced the planet.
Grabbing brooms, shovels, frying pans, chairs, etc., they marched outside by the dozens. Many of them carried plastic bags filled with human waste, balloons filled with urine, spiked balls, chunks of mortar, bricks, crudely-made pipe bombs, pilfered canisters of laughing gas, used condoms, etc.
Their pathetic 'revolution' was about to commence.

By midnight, they had gathered almost 20,000 pinkoes, and they assembled in the sewer, where they planned their attack.

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Uh-huh.

I'll post IC as soon as the commies start any attacks.

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OOC: Can I send in Tokko agents to aid the RB Government in suppressing the revolt?

OOC: Can I send in Tokko agents to aid the RB Government in suppressing the revolt?

That would be excellent.

That would be excellent.

In response to the "revolt" in RB, Kimiko wanted to show some gratitude for letting her and Karl in, and she wanted to keep Karl occupied.

Generalissimo J.L.-

In response to this "revolution," I will send 1,500 Tokko Policemen to help teach them a lesson. They're good shootists, and snipers, and they have no qualms about using lethal methods to solve the problem.

Karl von Esling
Director
Special High Police (Tokko)

In response to the "revolt" in RB, Kimiko wanted to show some gratitude for letting her and Karl in, and she wanted to keep Karl occupied.

Generalissimo J.L.-

In response to this "revolution," I will send 1,500 Tokko Policemen to help teach them a lesson. They're good shootists, and snipers, and they have no qualms about using lethal methods to solve the problem.

Karl von Esling
Director
Special High Police (Tokko)

To: Karl von Esling
From: Generalissimo J.L.

Marvelous. In return, I will allocate one billion dollars to your account.

"Left is right! Right is wrong! Left is right! Right is wrong!"

Or so went the litany of the pinkoes.

It was a dreary, mildly chilly evening in the homeland. The sun rested on the majestic mountains in the horizon, suffusing everything in a shimmering, golden glow with a pulchritude that no doubt complimented romantic get-togethers most perfectly. It was quiet, with only an occasional cricket chirp. Certainly nothing indicted that things would soon become tumultuous, chaotic, and violent.

But that evening, over 20,000 pinkoes, dressed in Che Guevara T-shirts, ragged, shredded jeans caked in feces, dirty rainbow-colored socks, and bandanas, descended upon military installations and police stations in the area, throwing pipe bombs, bags of urine and feces, used condoms, spiked balls, bricks, and anything else they could get their slimy hands upon.

The battle had begun.

OOC: Absolutely final post for tonight, do not do a thing....please?

IC:

Thank you, you will not regret this.

Karl von Esling
Director
Special High Police (Tokko)

The Tokko men arrived in two An-225's marked "KSC Shipping."

Getting out, they let an impression on many of the observers, with their WWII Japanese-style helmets, and their WWII RAF style uniforms, their electric stun batons, their M16A1's with scopes and M203's, and their evil, cold, resolute glares.

They got on Jeeps they had brought with them, and drove to the scene.

The Tokko men moved, and arrived near a besieged series of police stations. Setting up White Phosphorous grenades, live M16A1's, Katanas and Riot Shields, they readied for a fight with the scum of the earth that dared oppose their benefactors.

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"Say 'yes' to the New World Order! Down with capitalism! Down with Christianity! Death to J.L.!" the protesters chanted, as they began heaving chunks of cement, spiked balls, pipe bombs, sticks of dynamite, plastic bags filled with vomit, blood, and urine, clods of elephant feces, used condoms, canisters of tear gas, balloons filled with maple syrup, and rocks at the Tokko agents, RB police, and RB soldiers.

"Say 'yes' to the New World Order! Down with capitalism! Down with Christianity! Death to J.L.!" the protesters chanted, as they began heaving chunks of cement, spiked balls, pipe bombs, sticks of dynamite, plastic bags filled with vomit, blood, and urine, clods of elephant feces, used condoms, canisters of tear gas, balloons filled with maple syrup, and rocks at the Tokko agents, RB police, and RB soldiers.

The Tokko were unfazed by this futile raid, though they did cringe slightly at the dynamite.

They began launching WP Grenades and firing their M16A1's on Full Auto and their M1911A1's at the rioters in response. Their aim was true, and they soon began hitting their marks in the crowd.

As the protesters began to get more violent, a DLAF AC130H based out of their friendly neigborhood Doomingslandian airforce base that was orbiting the scene opened fire, riddling the crowd with fire from their 20mm, .50 caliber, 7.62mm, and 105mm weapons. A platoon of Doom Legionaires was also arriving via Blackhawk to bail out the RB policemen from the mess.

The leader of the platoon was a seasoned liuetenant by the name of Maximus. As the four Blackhawks arrived on scene, raking the crowd with fire from their miniguns, the men fastroped onto the roofs of the nearby buildings, quickly setting up two crew-served M60E4s and an 81mm mortar. The M60s were positioned on two seperate buildings, and arranged so as to block the road off from the protesters. Supporting riflemen armed with M90A1 rifles would simply spray into the mass of people, occasionaly tossing frag grenades. All of their fancy VEPR NGCS wouldn't really make a difference here, except for calling in support. Meanwhile, Magnus radioed to the friendly units that the mortar was available for indirect fire, and only needed coordinates.

The Tokko were unfazed by this futile raid, though they did cringe slightly at the dynamite.

They began launching WP Grenades and firing their M16A1's on Full Auto and their M1911A1's at the rioters in response. Their aim was true, and they soon began hitting their marks in the crowd.

"Fuck, retreat!" one of the rioters shouted, but no one did. Undettered, even as fellow protesters exploded left and right, causing spurts of blood and innards to splash everywhere, they continued to charge, throwing their projectiles with extreme vehemence and fury. The streets were beginning to resemble a battlefield.

As the protesters began to get more violent, a DLAF AC130H based out of their friendly neigborhood Doomingslandian airforce base that was orbiting the scene opened fire, riddling the crowd with fire from their 20mm, .50 caliber, 7.62mm, and 105mm weapons. A platoon of Doom Legionaires was also arriving via Blackhawk to bail out the RB policemen from the mess.

The leader of the platoon was a seasoned liuetenant by the name of Maximus. As the four Blackhawks arrived on scene, raking the crowd with fire from their miniguns, the men fastroped onto the roofs of the nearby buildings, quickly setting up two crew-served M60E4s and an 81mm mortar. The M60s were positioned on two seperate buildings, and arranged so as to block the road off from the protesters. Supporting riflemen armed with M90A1 rifles would simply spray into the mass of people, occasionaly tossing frag grenades. All of their fancy VEPR NGCS wouldn't really make a difference here, except for calling in support. Meanwhile, Magnus radioed to the friendly units that the mortar was available for indirect fire, and only needed coordinates.

A local RB police dispatcher immediately radioed the coordinates, and profusely thanked them for offering much-needed back-up.

As the protesters began to get more violent, a DLAF AC130H based out of their friendly neigborhood Doomingslandian airforce base that was orbiting the scene opened fire, riddling the crowd with fire from their 20mm, .50 caliber, 7.62mm, and 105mm weapons. A platoon of Doom Legionaires was also arriving via Blackhawk to bail out the RB policemen from the mess.

The leader of the platoon was a seasoned liuetenant by the name of Maximus. As the four Blackhawks arrived on scene, raking the crowd with fire from their miniguns, the men fastroped onto the roofs of the nearby buildings, quickly setting up two crew-served M60E4s and an 81mm mortar. The M60s were positioned on two seperate buildings, and arranged so as to block the road off from the protesters. Supporting riflemen armed with M90A1 rifles would simply spray into the mass of people, occasionaly tossing frag grenades. All of their fancy VEPR NGCS wouldn't really make a difference here, except for calling in support. Meanwhile, Magnus radioed to the friendly units that the mortar was available for indirect fire, and only needed coordinates.

The Tokko, meanwhile, moved forward, hitting rioters with stun batons and Katanas, shooting people with M1911's and M16A1's, they were moving with fury, screaming the old Finnish war cry: "Haakka Paalle!" Or, "Hack them down!"

Karl von Esling, who was at the scene, responded to the Doomingslandian intervention:

"And I thought we had this nice and tidy. Thank them for coming."

He got onto one of the Jeeps, and prepped a Vickers MG that had been siting on it. He loaded it, and opened fire at the crowd, taking care not to hit any friendlies.

The men on the mortar quickly shifted their fire directly onto the coordinates, dropped a white phospherous round down the barrel, and ducked away.

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The first round went soaring through the air and onto the target, while more rounds were dropped down the tube and sent down range towards the target. With 30 seconds, everything with 100 meters of the target area would be fried to a crisp by the WP rounds. Either that, or running around screaming, various body parts on fire.

Thick clouds of smoke suffused the area, distorting everything almost to the point of invisibility. The pungeant, ghastly odor of burning flesh permeated the air. Delirious screams, shouts of anger, and bellowed obscenities nearly drowned out the sounds of the attacks. Everywhere, pinkoes were reduced to moldering, steaming, charred ashes, as blood spattered everywhere, making quite a mess. The number of protesters dwindled at an alarming rate, thanks to the efficiency of the Tokko and Doomingslandians. Blood, tears, and agony were all-pervasive. The few surviving pinkoes either surrendered unconditionally, or tried in vain to escape, only to be gunned down by RB policemen.

One billion dollars has been wired to the account of the Doomingslandian government for its help in quelling the riot..

OOC: Need any more help, or are you set? I'll send in a few special forces units if you need them.

OOC: Need any more help, or are you set? I'll send in a few special forces units if you need them.

(OOC: Thanks, but it's been taken care of. :))

The survivors taken by the Legionaires were lined up along the wall of one of the buildings. An M60 had been set up in the building across the street incase they tried something funny. The rest of the Legionaires stood in front of them. All of a sudden, they slung their rifles on their backs, drew their duel gladii (plural form of gladius), and charged into the helpless prisoners, quickly hacking them to pieces. The heads were mounted on pikes along the street, and the corpses burned. The Legionaires now had the daunting task of getting those huge blood stains off of their fatigues...

The whole massacre was caught on tape by one of the men on the M60, knowing J.L. would like it.

The survivors taken by the Legionaires were lined up along the wall of one of the buildings. An M60 had been set up in the building across the street incase they tried something funny. The rest of the Legionaires stood in front of them. All of a sudden, they slung their rifles on their backs, drew their duel gladii (plural form of gladius), and charged into the helpless prisoners, quickly hacking them to pieces. The heads were mounted on pikes along the street, and the corpses burned. The Legionaires now had the daunting task of getting those huge blood stains off of their fatigues...

The whole massacre was caught on tape by one of the men on the M60, knowing J.L. would like it.

Thanks for taping it. Was the payment received?

-Generalissimo J.L.

All surviving Reds the Doomingslandians didn't get their hands on were treated to a special gift by the Tokko.

Earlier, they had recieved several crosses. Now, they would perform some good old fashioned crucifixtions, as a demonstration of the power that they and their benefactors possessed.

Ten Reds were dragged into a cleared area. Filmed for J.L. and the World to see, they administered the punishment, some gleefully, others, not so much.

The crucified victims were placed in the middle of the affected area, and their crosses raised up for all potential rabble-rousers to see.

Thanks for taping it. Was the payment received?

-Generalissimo J.L.
Official Imperial Respone

Yes.

As a few of the protestors retreated into a building made of scrap metal and cardboard in an attempt to blend in, they had no idea the Parthian military forces in the military base watched them from the camera of a high flying predator drone. Three AH-64 helicopters were already on their way as news of the revolt broke out, and within a second, the coordinates of the target were fed into the computer of the Apache and new orders came in from the military base to neutralize the structure and any means necessary. The Apaches moved in quickly with rocket pods armed, and then, closing into range, they fired off a volley of highly explosive rockets which would consume the building. As the rockets streaked forward, they began to strafe the fleeing communist rebels with miniguns while firing hellfire missiles at random buildings within the ghetto.