NationStates Jolt Archive

When a storm cloud passes overhead, some people thrust their fingers in their ears to block out the noise of thunder. With every flash of lightning they walk a few steps; but when darkness returns, their eyes are so dazzled that they can see nothing—and thus they stand still. Hypocrites are like such people; their hearts are afraid, and their minds are blind. If God wanted, he could take away their sight and hearing; he has power over all things.
- Qur'an, Al-Baqara, Surah 2:19

There was no border. Only land.

Power was taken from the rusted machete, the smoking barrel. It was not as much chaos as a seamless order of events that did not match, as the mob rule shifted the land between the countless factions, the countless ideologies.

It was civil war as usual, in Africa.

Fall and Insurrection

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It was the edge of the coast, the streets stood still, because there was nothing to be said. It was as if it was ordained for there to be the silence that befell the chaos, but it is not to last. Nothing lasts anymore, no more than a flower in a shifting desert sand. The seed may sprout, but it will not flourish.

There was a sobbing as the jeep came down the street. The streets had emptied themselves, those who had survived the warlord's incursion had not been allowed from the churches, the schools, the homes they were penned in, like animals. The people watched from the few sanctuaries as the masked fighters in their pseudo-armored jeep, watching stoicly as they made their patrol down the streets, looking for stragglers. One washed the crusted, blackish blood on his beaten, shoddy machete. It was long since the blade touched fleshed, it could have been scavneged from the bodies.

There would be so many more.

The jeep slowly tapered off, one of the militants making note of this as it began to slow, closing in on the itnersection. One jumped from the side, coughing through the dust filled cloth he held over his face as the wind blew past the streets in silence, and he examined the engine under the hood. Quickly stepping back, blowing away the smoke, the man soon realized that they were wrong in their suspicion. Seeing the figure on top of the building above him, he only said a few words as his vision began to blur. Not that it mattered, he did not hear the gunshot, he had died before it reached his ears, but the image remained frozen as he fell to the ground. The other two tried to jump from the seats, but quickly they were filled as what seemed to be random shooting engulfed the jeep, leaving both bodies to lie.

It was the beginning.

The Coming Storm

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The militants gathered around the stronghold of this city that had no name. Name didn't matter anymore, it was ownership. It was a piece of capital. But that is not what these ones wanted. They sought different, goals.

They came upon the city, walking with knives and assault rifles. The small forces of the warlords, joined in tribal solidarity with most of the approaching militants, fiercly calling out in the name of cultural identity. The segment of loyalists to the warlord simply deserted, leaving him and a few to surrending on the hotel he made he headquarters. Once they had spread through the city, the Dahenjo had control of this city that would decide their culture and their superiority. Not they had to cleanse.

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They came into the houses, the schools, the churhces, all where the civilians had been kept away from harm by the warlord. They looked upon the faces of all, children, women, and men. They took from them the Maro, taking them into the streets and beating them to the ground, slaughtering them upon a massive scale. It had been seen before, the Hutus and Tutsis in Rwanda. But with such calculation the Dahenjo took the Maro, taking no pleasure, only systematically killing them. They did not rape, plunder, or even vandalized. They came upon the Dahenjo civilians, taking the men to become soldiers, taking the women and children into their own homes, and suddenly, the city came to normal.

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But there was fighting. Nobody even knew why they were fighting, it was for fighting's sake. The Dahejo leader had failed, he had been killed and schismed his own tribe into the segments of the animistic natives, and the Muslim converts. He could not even unite his own culture by destroying the Maro, whom had been adherent to Christianity, the greatest blasphemy to the Dahenjo-Maro culture. That is why they were cleansed from this. Even so, the traditional animistic Dahenjo demanded reunification of the tribes. As did the secular Muslims, but looked upon the animists in disgust. The Maro surronding the city were left alone, horrified at what had been done to their people, and confused at the schism of the Dahenjo.

The days to follow were scarce. The schism deepend, but when the Maro came back into the city in forced, the unnamed city that everyone wanted control of, the factions split. New leaders rose up, and as the Dahenjo-Maro fell, whom would take their place rose up.

International Attention

How long did it take? Too long, as the conflict soon took the world scene only when a foreign missionary was killed. Then all eyes fell upon this nation without borders, this city without name. Then, the factions rose up, and the war truly began.

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Statement from the Organization for the Liberation of the Dahenjo-Maro People (PMLDMP)
We are all children under the Creator. Whatever the Creator may be to you, God, Allah, or simply the Creator of all, we are all His children. Long have our people suffered, the Dahenjo, the Maro, we have all suffered for our crimes against ourselves. We are to fault for betraying our proud heritage as the Dahenjo-Maro. We are the soil of this earth. We must take this land. We are the people of this land.

We must reunite, end this conflict. I am sending this statement to all of those who may look upon this conflict with pity. We do not need your military. We do not need your occupation. What we ask is your true, sincere support for our people, we need solidarity among nations so we may rebuild our nation from its ashes. We will bring it to its feet, and we will become Africa.

My nation pleads for sincere support. And I plead with the Dahenjo-Maro people, we must not betray our roots, our birthright as our strengthened tribe. This is a simple plea, I will not waste time with worthless words. We need action. We need reunification.
Signed
Kagame Sevimbe, Chairman of the OLDMP
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Statement from the Muslim Dahenjo Separatists
God is great this day in our solidarity. We have seen truth of God, and it is we who will bring our nation to greatness under He.

We do not need reunification. The Dahenjo people are native to this soil, the Maro do not submit to the true God, but submit to the false Messiah of Isa. This goes beyond even our own religion. For all those under God can become one with his greatness. But it is the Maro who have taken our land. The great Kingdom of the Dahenjo people was assimilated and subjugated by the infidel, barbaric tribes of the Maro. When the Dahenjo people accepted the word of God, the Maro took back to their barbaric practices, but even further, went to the foreigners and betrayed our state to the West. We must drive this influence from our soil, as it is the natives right to decide it's fate.

I do not pretend not to be a spplicant to God, or to be one who will submit to the foreign powers that will exploit and run over our nation. Our land is our own. We are not asking for succor, but acknowledgement of our right to our own land. We are not murderers, those before us failed. We seek to keep our culture alive, the Maro will be part of our society, but we do not need reunification. We need a government for the Dahenjo people, built by the Dahenjo people.
Signed
Khalid Ghaazi, Warlord in Control of the Nameless City
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Statement from the People's Movement Towards a Worker's Democracy
This will be our first, and very possibly our last communication with this world. The plea of the people of the Dahenjo-Maro cannot be answered by the capitalists, the exploiters, the foreign imperialists. Perhaps you will know revolution, perhaps you will understand.

The People will create their own government. We are not supplicants to nationalism, to division between our tribes. I am a human, a Dahenjo-Maro tribesman. But I am a man. A revolutionary. I work towards the liberation of the Dahenjo-Maro nation.

We have learend from the mistakes of those others. The capitalists sit in their ivory tower, drinking wine and discussing the death of communism. They think that they have won. But we have not seen communism. We have seen the failure of the theory that a bourgeious thinker named Lenin made. What we do not need is socialism. Socialism will be devoured by the global market. This has been proven. So, when can we create the worker's state? We cannot.

But comrades, that does not mean we can't fight. The global free market is unstable. We have the sword, we have the initiative, let us take our blade and cut through this globe, let us open it, destabilize it. Already, capitalism leads down a dark path. An impending crash, that of "peak oil," looms over us. We cannot make socialism. We can only aspire to social democracy. But what we can fight for is the destabilization of the free market, and then in the vacuum, organize the vanguard towards true socialism as the capitalists fall from their seats of power and fill the pockets of power, and take the world in our global conflict. We must not let the vanguard control us. We are not the party, the vanguard is only to lead the working class to take the initiative when the free market is weak. We will organize the working class to rule it's own in the worker's state. When we have achieved the global worker's state, we will dissolve it, and we will live in our communist goal.

So what do the people of Dahenjo-Maro fit into this? This conflict is one of those schisms that allow us to burn a hole into this global behemoth. I call upon those who know the truth, we must succeed. We must succeed in some way. Thank you, comrades. May we die not in vain, but for the future.
Signed
"Mutee", Guerilla Leader
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OOC: Reply as your nation would, even if only a comminique. This is an introduction to my nation, which may sway to any three factions. If wanted, one nation can play the part of the foreign nation whom the killed missionary was from. Though participation from everyone is welcome. Thank you for your time.

They didn't come. Eyes turned, put off like a trifle. It would be another Somalia, they say. Intervention would escalate the situation. Thus it was decided once again, that the killing go on. Perhaps it was not a failure of the world. Perhaps it was a failure of history. These things cycle themselves, and apparently, it continues.

Eye of the Hurricane

Febuary began to set it. The Dahenjo-Maro did not know winter, but as this time passed, there was no fighting. Suddenly, everything seemed to calm, as people went in the streets, picking up the bodies, the weapons, the wealth. They took these things in the street, and cleaned away the refuse of the past months. Neighbors, former friends, had killed one another. They did not look into each other's eye as silence took the Dahenjo-Maro.

Talk of a monthly cease-fire to collect the dead, and count the numbers was made. There had been so much suffering, that they all agreed. This was the only chance they would have to know how many they have lost. And as the numbers piled, the disheartening of the ranks was evident when the push for a meeting of the factions. So thus, it was done as they came to the city that was the focus of this conflict. The moved into the hotel that the conflict had began in, where the first warlord was deposed for another. Where the second warlord had been replaced by a third.

They filed in and sat. They stared at one another, there was only three.

And only one spoke.

The man stood, and spoke to the other two dignitaries, his voice flavored with his disdain.

"My name is Joseph Bella. I was not born here. I am not of the Dahenjo-Maro. But that is why I am here. I am here, to bring voice of Pan-Africa. We are not the Dahenjo-Maro, we are simply the one's indigenous to this region. We war over simple ethnic differences, but we are blind and deaf to the true struggle of the people. With this cease-fire, temporary, I hope both of you learn what this is. We are not just the Dahenjo-Maro. We are Africa, and we are its people."

Exodus

The cease-fire disintegrated as the three factions edged at one another. No peace could be made. They could only decide that blood would be spilled to create the decision. Reunification, seperation, or liberation. The three converged in the Nameless City. With that, the refugees fled. As soon as the gunshot was fired, they began to run, drive, whatever they could do to escape the streets as they were herded, slaughtered or captured.

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They poured into the rest of Africa. Not expected for a huge refugee crisis, the pouring of this exodus demanded attention. But even so, it was Africa. The fighting escalated over the Nameless City, though no details were known. There were no winners, no discernable sides, just each individual trying to survive. Causes were forgotten for this single rule. It was anarchy. Complete anarchy.

Official communique to the Dahenjo-Maron warlords, leaders et cetera:

The area that you are currently ransacking and destroying is Dimmimaran territory. The High Imperator, Gaius Serpentius is your overlord. I urge you to disband and to surrender to Dimmimar, for your people.

I may also remind you that if a response is not given within twenty four hours, then the XIV, XI and XVI legions will start to "cleanse" the Dahenjo-Maro people.

Unbelievers follow their own whims and vain conjectures—even though the guidance of the Lord has come to them. Can people attain all that they desire? God ordains all that happens in this life, and in the life to come.
- Qur'an, An-Najm, Surah 53:23b-25

Betrayed

Statement from the OLDMP
"You have done nothing for the Dahenjo-Maro. You have ignored our pleas, so many times before. We must take the matters of this into our own hands, as you were incompetent, and allowed this to escalate. It was your failure, your nation. We will not submit, until you reunite the Dahenjo-Maro people and rebuild our nation."
Signed
Kagame Sevimbe, Chairman of the OLDMP
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Statement from the Muslim Dahenjo Warlords
"You betrayed my people countless times before. This is not your land, this land belongs to us, the Dahenjo. Come and take it, and prepare to be stricken down."
Signed
Khalid Ghaazi, Warlord
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Statement from the Marxist Guerillas
"You took our land from the people. Now it is time for the people to take the land from you."
Signed
Joseph Bella, Representative of the Guerilla Movement
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Official Communique:

Please re-consider this action. We are willing to grant you independence if you
let us have access to the oil fields in the region....

Official Communique:

Please re-consider this action. We are willing to grant you independence if you
let us have access to the oil fields in the region....
Compromise

Statement from the OLDMP
"We cannot guarantee access to the fields of oil that you could find here in the Dahenjo-Maro. We have not suceeded in the unification of the Dahenjo-Maro. However, we are willing to make compromise. If we can petition your aid for the unification of the Dahenjo-Maro people, we will gladly give our oil reserves to Dimmimar control, as our nation does not live on oil. We also ask to have a tiny extract from the profits to be used for the sole purpose fo rebuilding our nation. It has been torn from its former seat of stability, my people and nation must be reconstructed if we are to survive.

Thank you for your willingness to negotiate. We hope we may unify the Dahenjo-Maro people through peaceful actions, because already too much blood has been spilled. Thank you."
Kagame Sevimbe, Chairman of the OLDMP
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Statement from the Muslim Warlords
"We crave the opportunity to create our sovereign nation from our culture. For this, let the gratitude of our people be with you. We will be willing to sell and partition off our oil reserves for only economic support. We need food, weapons in our conflict. We need to prevail, for the Dahenjo wish to be free."
Khalid Ghaazi, Warlord
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Statement from the Marxist Guerillas
"We will not deal with Dimmimar on this. We will gain our independence. It is not the decision of those who do not know the people of the Dahenjo-Maro, you know nothing of our fight, our struggle. Our resources belong to our people, and we will not let you exploit it. We will liberate the Dahenjo-Maro, from Dimmimar, from the shadow of the Church and Islam, and from the free market. As my comrade Mutee said, we will take the blade and our labor and cut open the globe."
Joseph Bella
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Official Imperial Communique

To: Khalid Ghaazi, Warlord in Control of the Nameless City
From: Acting Supreme Imperator Varus Tiberius Alexei

The Empire has seen your plight and is sympathetic, thus we have decided to aid you in your cause. Generia is willing to provide arms, financial aid, and military training for your soldiers, should you accept. We ask in return only for the head of the one they call 'Mutee'. His views trouble us, and we feel that we would all be better off without him.

Acting Supreme Imperator Varus Tiberius Alexei,
Lord of Generia and Master of her Dominions,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Antonius I

Official Imperial Communique

To: Khalid Ghaazi, Warlord in Control of the Nameless City
From: Acting Supreme Imperator Varus Tiberius Alexei

The Empire has seen your plight and is sympathetic, thus we have decided to aid you in your cause. Generia is willing to provide arms, financial aid, and military training for your soldiers, should you accept. We ask in return only for the head of the one they call 'Mutee'. His views trouble us, and we feel that we would all be better off without him.

Acting Supreme Imperator Varus Tiberius Alexei,
Lord of Generia and Master of her Dominions,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Antonius I
Encrypted Transmission
TITLE: On the Subject
SENDER: Khalid Ghaazi, the Dahenjo-Maro
RECIPIENT: Imperator Alexei, Generia
BODY: We wish to keep this dealing in a clandestine manner. You can
understand we do not to gain improper attention in such a young stage.

I am very thankful you understand what the Dahenjo people see. We will
accept all aid, but your payment is harder to come to. You see, we have
refrained from targeting "Mutee." This is for several reasons.

Mutee is a hero among our people, Dahenjo or Maro. He is a godless Maro, he
is two-fold an enemy to my people, but many of us are ignorant to the truth
to him. I cannot directly allow them to know my actions, for if I do, my people
will inssurect. My power is already weak, the sniveling traitors of the OLDMP
have taken much of our city. I cannot fight on all fronts, be it on the
battlefield or the minds of the people.

But I will do it for the people of the Dahenjo. What I can offer is my loyalists,
those who will not refrain from killing the traitorous Maro known as Mutee. I
will offer intelligence on their activities. Thank you.

We can make the specifications on shipments as you desire.

To: The Organization for the Liberation of the Dahenjo-Maro People:
From: The Department of Defense

The Grand Imperial Empire has an interest in the Nameless City. The fact of
the matter is, that any extremist factions inside the City is a threat to the
fragile world peace. Thus, we are willing to offer you top of the line arms,
top of the line armor, and overall top of the line equipment. We agree with
you, the City must be reunited. If not, the City will stay in constant turmoil.
And it might upset the balance. Again, we are willing to provide you military
supplies. Do you accept? We can also help you in eliminating certain targets.
I'm sure you'll need that.
Admiral Wilhem von Sturbon
Imperial Counciller of Defense (http://encarta.msn.com/media_461515508/Admiral_George_Dewey.html)
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((OOC: You know, you remind me of Communist Brazil.))

Communique to The Organization for the Liberation of the Dahenjo-Maro People:

We might be able to launch an invasion of the insurrectionists and extremists and install you as the new leaders of the Dahenjo-Maro people, if you bring bring us ample proof of the death's of Mutee and Khalid Ghazee....

To: The Organization for the Liberation of the Dahenjo-Maro People:
From: The Department of Defense

The Grand Imperial Empire has an interest in the Nameless City. The fact of
the matter is, that any extremist factions inside the City is a threat to the
fragile world peace. Thus, we are willing to offer you top of the line arms,
top of the line armor, and overall top of the line equipment. We agree with
you, the City must be reunited. If not, the City will stay in constant turmoil.
And it might upset the balance. Again, we are willing to provide you military
supplies. Do you accept? We can also help you in eliminating certain targets.
I'm sure you'll need that.
Admiral Wilhem von Sturbon
Imperial Counciller of Defense (http://encarta.msn.com/media_461515508/Admiral_George_Dewey.html)
http://img231.exs.cx/img231/436/tior27bl.gif
Open Transmission
TITLE: Gratitude
SENDER: Chairman Sevimbe, the Dahenjo-Maro
RECIPIENT: Councilor von Sturbon, Island of the Rose
BODY: Yes, there is much extremism between the people here in my
nation. So long we have fought among ourselves, it saddens me to see it
come to this. We are weak, because the Dahenjo-Maro people have
continually divided themselves. The warlords and Marxists represent this
schism, and we must heal this bridge, but if we merely destroy both of these
integral aspects of the Dahenjo-Maro people, we lose more than we gain from
the "unity" it would create. By taking control of our city, we can bring peace
to the Dahenjo-Maro, and establish a government not just for the Dahenjo, or
the Maro, but for the people.

Communique to The Organization for the Liberation of the Dahenjo-Maro People:

We might be able to launch an invasion of the insurrectionists and extremists and install you as the new leaders of the Dahenjo-Maro people, if you bring bring us ample proof of the death's of Mutee and Khalid Ghazee....
Closed Transmission
TITLE: Concern
SENDER: Chairman Sevimbe, the Dahenjo-Maro
RECIPIENT: Dimmimar
BODY: We do not need weapons and blood spilled any more. Ghaazi
and Mutee are my brothers, if not by blood, by soul. Both men are misled by
their society, as are the Dahenjo-Maro people. Because of this, we need
unity, not cleansing. We do not want an army, though we have gratitude for
your support. What we need is for the people of the world to help us reunify
and rebuild the nation. The warlords and the extremists can be brought
together if we take the steps to accomodate for all people. It can be solved
without the comple political genocide of either.

((OOC: You know, you remind me of Communist Brazil.))
[OOC: I honestly know nothing of what you are talking about. Nope, doesn't ring a bell. Yep.]

Open Transmission
TITLE: Gratitude
SENDER: Chairman Sevimbe, the Dahenjo-Maro
RECIPIENT: Councilor von Sturbon, Island of the Rose
BODY: Yes, there is much extremism between the people here in my
nation. So long we have fought among ourselves, it saddens me to see it
come to this. We are weak, because the Dahenjo-Maro people have
continually divided themselves. The warlords and Marxists represent this
schism, and we must heal this bridge, but if we merely destroy both of these
integral aspects of the Dahenjo-Maro people, we lose more than we gain from
the "unity" it would create. By taking control of our city, we can bring peace
to the Dahenjo-Maro, and establish a government not just for the Dahenjo, or
the Maro, but for the people.


To: Chairman Sevimbe
From: Admiral Wilhem von Sturbon

We can takeover the city very easily. But if we do, it would seem like a foreign conquest. Thus, we must again suggest that you take our offer for
receiving arms. We more or less understand the politics that you are talking
about for we own Algeria and we had to deal with them. Thus, we offer
you a group of Rosktai, ten soldiers, and top of the line arms that if accepted
will be airlifted towards your faction. Again, conquering the city is easy. But
looking like re-uniters instead of conquerers isn't.
Admiral Wilhem von Sturbon
Imperial Councillor of Defense (http://encarta.msn.com/media_461515508/Admiral_George_Dewey.html)
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((OOC: Rosktai are our Special Forces by the way.))

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Official Imperial Communique

To: Khalid Ghaazi, the Dahenjo-Maro
From: Acting Supreme Imperator Varus Tiberius Alexei

The Empire is pleased by your acceptance of our offer, and we share your desire for utmost discretion in our dealings. With regard to Mutee and our payment of sorts, we understand that your hands are a bit tied, though we are certain your loyalists shall be able to complete their task. The traitors of the OLDMP seem to pose you more of a direct threat, and so we urge you to deal with them first.

To aid you in this we are prepared to offer you arms of the highest calibur including:

15,000 GIR-37 Heavy Assault Rifles

25,000 Doomingsland produced M-29 assault rifles

15 RM-30 'Emperor' Main Battle Tanks

20 GH-2 Helicopter gunships

12,000 Stinger missile launchers

This initial shipment should serve to give you an immediate edge over your enemies. We do however require information on how best to ship the armaments. We would prefer sending them via freighter, though we are uncertain of the status of your seaports.

Imperator Varus Tiberius Alexei,
Lord of Generia and Master of her Dominions,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Antonius I

Encrypted Transmission
TITLE: RE: Gratitude
SENDER: Chairman Sevimbe, the Dahenjo-Maro
RECIPIENT: Councilor von Sturbon, Island of the Rose
BODY: Of course. We will make concessions for the transportation in the
region. Attached to this encrypted message is the coordinates for the area we
will make the dropoff. The warlord Ghaazi has surrounded much of our influence
in the City by blockade. We will have to operate outside of there, until we are
prepared to retake the city.

Official Imperial Communique
Encrypted Transmission
TITLE: It is our Struggle
SENDER: Khalid Ghaazi, the Dahenjo-Maro
RECIPIENT: Imperator Alexei, Generia
BODY: We have completed construction of multiple airfields using the
old stadiums in the City and we are ready to receive the shipments. We have
been receiving encrypted transmissions from the pockets of the OLDMP within
the city, and we realize that you are correct in assuming they are a greater
threat than we can imagine. That politicking Sevimbe does not know war, and
he deals with those foreignors who wish to exploit my people. We will not let
that happen, and we are glad you are joining in solidarity with us.

[OOC: I forgot that the Dahenjo-Maro was landlocked within the Sudan. As such, we do not have a coast, and one of the images I provided was misleading. I am sorry for this, it was an oversight of mine.]

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Official Imperial Communique

To: Khalid Ghaazi, the Dahenjo-Maro
From: Acting Supreme Imperator Varus Tiberius Alexei

The shipments shall arrive in increments over the next week. Use this gift wisely, and we will see fit to equip you further.

Imperator Varus Tiberius Alexei,
Lord of Generia and Master of her Dominions,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Antonius I

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The black G-157C cargo transports taxied into position beneath the moonless black sky that covered the large airbase on the Macedonian border. One by one the aircraft rocketed into the heavens, embarking on a journey across the Meditterannean that would bring them to the blood soaked plains of Africa.

The aircraft were escorted by several wings GIF-101s, to be replaced throughout the journey by carrier-based fighters of the Borman Empire.

OOC:
Generic Empire, you do realise that you will have to pass over my airspace to get into Dahenjo-Maro. My radar could pick you up and the aircraft would be annihalated...

OOC:
Generic Empire, you do realise that you will have to pass over my airspace to get into Dahenjo-Maro. My radar could pick you up and the aircraft would be annihalated...

((OOC: That would be an act of war. You don't want that.))

OOC:
Neither do you.....

And so the order was given. Four C-17s, escorted by ten R/F-91s started approaching the coordinates. There were different things inside the C-17s. In two of them, were arms. Lots of them. In one of them were food for the soldiers and for the people they were going to help. Anything in a can actually. And in the last one was were the soldiers. Led by Captain Alberto Sanchez, he was a veteran of the Algerian Conquest and now he was leading his own team.

As the C-17s approached the coordinates, three of them descended so they could drop their supplies. The last one stayed on high as the ten soldiers parachuted down towards the location. The supplies arrived first of course. There were many weapons there. RAR-7As (which were old by Rosian standards) and RAR-7Gs were one of them. Other weapons were the RSAW-7A (the SAW of the Rosian) and the RMW-1A (a good sniper rifle for urban environments). It also had M61s (grenades) and RPG-7s. Yes the Rosian Army still uses those. And here and there were RHM-7As (the Rosian replacement for the M2).

Then the soldiers arrived. Right in front of the dropped cargo no less. Captain Alberto, armed with his AIBS, Colt. 45 and ROICW-1A (a new Rosian rifle) stood in front of his soldiers. "Roll call!" He shouted. And yes, they all have Colt .45s as their sidearms.

"Staff Sergeant Ria Gavorda! Sniper Specialist!" She was armed with an RMW-1A. Of course with the AIBS system.

"Sergeant Nikolai Petrov! Heavy Weapons!" He was armed with an RSAW-7A. With the AIBS. All the soldiers have the AIBS. By the way, the AIBS is a Hamptonian designed Land Warrior System.

"Sergeant Harold Johnson! Demolition!" This man was armed with the ROICW-1A too. But he was carrying an RPG-7 and other explosive devices too.

"Staff Sergeant Lei Fargo! Rifleman!" This Chinese woman, rare in the Empire, was armed with the ROICW-1A. Nothing special.

"Corporal Haan Rohm! Medical!" The lowest ranking man in the team. He was freshly recruited into the Rosktai and is a great medic. He was armed with an ROICW-1A, and had medical equipment up the ass.

"Sergeant Barry Val! Rifleman!" A rifleman, armed with the same thing as Lei. It's a man by the way.

"Sergeant Farooq Benja! Rifleman!" An Algerian in the Rosian Army. He was selected because of his skill in the Algerian Conquest.

"Staff Sergeant Alexander Miskanov! Rifleman!" A rifleman, nothing special. Armed with the ROICW-1A and Colt .45.

"Staff Sergeant Rosa Fernandez! Rifleman!" Armed like Alexander.

The Captain shouted. "Attend hut!" And a clash of boot knocked together. They were standing straight in a line. Alberto turned around and proclaimed. "Where do I put this stuff?!?"

I'm done.

[OOC: How loved am I, to have nations fight over my airspace.]

Official Imperial Communique

To: Dimmimar Government
From: Dmitri Alexikov

The Imperial government has recently deployed several civilian cargo aircraft transporting humanitarian supplies to the region of Dahenjo-Maro. We realize that path of this mission takes the flight directly through Dimmimar airspace, and so request that you allow the transports access to this airspace that they may drop off their supplies and return to Generian territory.

Dmitri Alexikov,
Imperially Appointed Minister of Diplomatic Affairs,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Antonius I

ANY aircraft travelling over Dimmimar will be shot, regardless. I highly doubt that you transfer "humanitarian" aid anyway.

Baron Manfred von Konan
Minister for Foreign Affairs

G-157C Cargo Transport, Callsign 'Postman'

Postman, this is the Imperial cruiser Red Sun. Your mission has been compromised due to unforseen circumstances. You are to order your transport wing to change course for the Borman airbases in western Egypt and remain there until further notice.

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Official Imperial Communique

To: Khalid Ghaazi, the Dahenjo-Maro
From: Acting Supreme Imperator Varus Tiberius Alexei

We have encountered difficulties in moving the shipments through Dimmimar airspace, and will have to devise a secondary method of transportation.

Imperator Varus Tiberius Alexei,
Lord of Generia and Master of her Dominions,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Antonius I

((OOC: I'm gone for the rest of the day, so I'll have to wrap this up tonight.))

OOC:
I own all of Egypt! How can Borman have airbases in my lands!

Outside the Nameless City, Dahenjo-Maro

When they came upon the refugee camp, they say many different people, sitting around near the tents, living together in necessity. It was strange, the way they dismissed the presence of the Rosians. They were working, pitching new tents, cooking, cutting down wood. Systematically, they were working to keep each other alive. A few of the women grinding the corn looked to the line of soldiers, whom were greeted by some of the OLDMP soliders in a friendly fashion. Even though there was tragedy, everyone seemed solemn, as if they did not want to cry anymore.

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The soldiers watched silently as they sounded off. They said nothing, but smiled, but the Roskai could see that the soldiers did not fully understand, but they got the jist that they were here to help. One of them said something in the Maro tongue to the other, and he quickly started walking towards the crumblign church and school that the camp was built around in this rural countryside. After a few minutes he came back, being followed by a tall man in military briefs, looking with a large smile at the Roskai. He came closer and said a few things in the Maro language to the soldiers, who went back to their posts and looked to the soldiers.

"Friends.." he said in English. "So good to finally see you come. I have been told you have arrived with the Rosian shipment. Hopefully, your arrival did not attract any attention. The people here have been expecting you. We can move the supplies to the churchhouse soon, and then we can distribute. Now, I would like to talk to the superior officer, if he could follow me into the school house, my people will help you move in the equipment into the Church. We have little time to spare."

Official Imperial Communique
Encrypted Transmission
TITLE: RE: Difficulties
SENDER: Khalid Ghaazi, the Dahenjo-Maro
RECIPIENT: Imperator Alexei, Generia
BODY: We understand. Unfortunately, the OLDMP and the Marxists have
most of the control outside of our cities, as the Warlords under me are breaking
apart. Coming by land may be impossible. But, Dimmimar does not control all of
Africa, and you may find alternate air routes around Africa, as Dimmimar does
not envelop the Dahenjo-Maro. If we cannot execute it by air, I will make sure a
route through the Central African Republic to the eastern strip of the
Dahenjo-Maro to the City is kept safe by my loyalists.

OOC:
I own all of Egypt! How can Borman have airbases in my lands!

((OOC: Alternate Universe. He took it over in a thread a week ago. It was a non-'Earth' deal, since we don't really do Earths.))

((OOC: Alternate Universe. He took it over in a thread a week ago. It was a non-'Earth' deal, since we don't really do Earths.))
[OOC: This is becoming an Earth III thread, so Dimmimar's claim supercedes. But don't worry, just insert any nation friendly to you instead of Egypt.]

Encrypted Transmission
TITLE: RE: Difficulties
SENDER: Khalid Ghaazi, the Dahenjo-Maro
RECIPIENT: Imperator Alexei, Generia
BODY: We understand. Unfortunately, the OLDMP and the Marxists have
most of the control outside of our cities, as the Warlords under me are breaking
apart. Coming by land may be impossible. But, Dimmimar does not control all of
Africa, and you may find alternate air routes around Africa, as Dimmimar does
not envelop the Dahenjo-Maro. If we cannot execute it by air, I will make sure a
route through the Central African Republic to the eastern strip of the
Dahenjo-Maro to the City is kept safe by my loyalists.

encrypting...

transmitting...

Official Imperial Communique

To: Khalid Ghazi
From: Imperator Varus

It may become necessary to employ an overland route through the CAF after all. This will take time, however, and we fear that you may not be able to hold out until the armaments arrive. Thus we shall provide some compensation for our tardiness in the form of a unit of Imperial Black Guard operatives.

These men are the elite of the Imperial Praetorian Guard, and though we can reveal little more about them than that, we are certain they will be able to buy you some time. They will proceed the shipment along the aforementioned route and should reach you in approximately two days. These men are ghosts, and so will bear no form of identification signifying that they are of the Generian military. Their arrival will be proceeded by a communique with a single codeword enclosed. They will use this as an identification. Until then you must hold the city at all costs.

Imperator Varus Tiberius Alexei,
Lord of Generia and Master of her Dominions,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Antonius I

[OOC: This is becoming an Earth III thread, so Dimmimar's claim supercedes. But don't worry, just insert any nation friendly to you instead of Egypt.]

((OOC: I'm not in E3, and I don't know who owns what in aforementioned Earth, so i'll just have to say that they were called back with enough fuel to reach southern Generia (Bulgaria or east Turkey, whichever's closer). I hope you'll allow me that since I didn't know dimmimar owned Egypt before I posted.))

((OOC: I'm not in E3, and I don't know who owns what in aforementioned Earth, so i'll just have to say that they were called back with enough fuel to reach southern Generia (Bulgaria or east Turkey, whichever's closer). I hope you'll allow me that since I didn't know dimmimar owned Egypt before I posted.))
[OOC: No problem]

Alberto stepped foward. "At ease men! Start helping these civvies!" The soldiers let out a Yes sir! and started to help the nativs with the supplies. Others started teaching the soldiers how to use the strange weapons. Alberto looked around at the camp, the strange looks they were receiving. It reminded him of the American campaign in Somalia. Sure they were greeted with love, then it went to hell.

He cleared his throat. "My name is Captain Alberto Sanchez of the 4th Special Forces Group. We're the soldiers that came to help. And these-" He pointed to the soldiers that were helping the camp. "-this is my group. I'm pretty sure you already know their names." He chuckled. "We can do anything you need. Hell, we can take an entire regiment by ourselves." He smirked. "But enough about me. Let's go."

Alberto was a tanned man. He didn't mind the sun, neither did the rest of the soldiers. Hell, the Island is one of the hottest nations on Earth. They could wear a sweater and not die as fast from the heat. But of course, that's them eh?

The shorter man smiled and nodded, his curly black hair shortly trimmed to give him a round shape to his head.

"Yes, we should not have too much trouble with the City. The warlord has little in the way of forces, especially such as yours, but we can take little chances in, urban warfare. We have little reason to believe that there will be any trouble in retaking the city. With your support, and that of Dimmimar, we will prevail quite easily. There are two things I must confess I fear. When we take the city, there are two obstacles to the reunification. There are still more warlords, we are not fighting the snake, but the worm. Even further, we face the threat of Mutee's forces. Mutee is a very wise man, but he does not realize that we fight for is the same, the unity of our people. At least, that is what I hope. Joseph Bella, one of his loyalists, has agreed to meet with us. This obstacle may very well become a stepping stone. For that is what we wish."

They had reached the school house, and passed by two of the OLDMP guards as they entered an impromptu headquarters. The smaller man came to the conference table and turned to Alberto.

"My name is Rev. Henry Coetzee. A pleasure. This was my school and my church, I am glad I can offer it to such a cause. Many of us are not in the way of, military tactics, but I can offer you and intelligence you may request, though I may have limitations. Here, on the conference table, we have a map of the city, along with a few locations marked for your reference."

The shorter man smiled and nodded, his curly black hair shortly trimmed to give him a round shape to his head.

"Yes, we should not have too much trouble with the City. The warlord has little in the way of forces, especially such as yours, but we can take little chances in, urban warfare. We have little reason to believe that there will be any trouble in retaking the city. With your support, and that of Dimmimar, we will prevail quite easily. There are two things I must confess I fear. When we take the city, there are two obstacles to the reunification. There are still more warlords, we are not fighting the snake, but the worm. Even further, we face the threat of Mutee's forces. Mutee is a very wise man, but he does not realize that we fight for is the same, the unity of our people. At least, that is what I hope. Joseph Bella, one of his loyalists, has agreed to meet with us. This obstacle may very well become a stepping stone. For that is what we wish."

They had reached the school house, and passed by two of the OLDMP guards as they entered an impromptu headquarters. The smaller man came to the conference table and turned to Alberto.

"My name is Rev. Henry Coetzee. A pleasure. This was my school and my church, I am glad I can offer it to such a cause. Many of us are not in the way of, military tactics, but I can offer you and intelligence you may request, though I may have limitations. Here, on the conference table, we have a map of the city, along with a few locations marked for your reference."

Alberto nodded. "Any intelligence is good intelligence. And if we can get Mutee on our side, we can easily retake the city. From our perspective, Mutee just wants a democratic Government under a unified tribe. So we might have a possibility of getting them to join us." He looked at the map, analyzing it very carefully. He did a few hms and ums and finally he looked at Henry.

"Look." He said. "We're gonna have to know everything you know. We need to do surgical strikes that will weaken the Warlords but not threaten re-unification. So start speaking."

Alberto nodded. "Any intelligence is good intelligence. And if we can get Mutee on our side, we can easily retake the city. From our perspective, Mutee just wants a democratic Government under a unified tribe. So we might have a possibility of getting them to join us." He looked at the map, analyzing it very carefully. He did a few hms and ums and finally he looked at Henry.

"Look." He said. "We're gonna have to know everything you know. We need to do surgical strikes that will weaken the Warlords but not threaten re-unification. So start speaking."

Henry silenced himself for a small moment.

"Yes, that is the problem. Our people are divided greatly over these tribal conflicts, some do not even want reunification. Khalid and his subordinates control the City through fear, not loyalty. Surgical strikes are the answer to his own interferences with our reconstruction efforts. But, as you can see, it may not be out main mission. To regain the trust of the Dahenjo-Maro, we need to focus on the aspects of the reconstruction. My men can contact Mutee's loyalists, but our job here in the city is bringing relief to the people in the city, especially the Maro, whom are those most persecuted against by Ghaazi. If we enter in with just humanitarian effort, he will attempt to hijack our operations and use it as leverage against the other warlords. For this, we use the surgical strikes. We work from the outside in, when he tries to strike, we counter faster than he will realize, and the more he tries to stop our progression, the weaker he becomes. He can only hope to solidify the base of his power, which is crumbling before his feet. The closer we get to this center of power, the more powerful we become as the people join us in our struggle."

He nods.

"I am not a strategist, I am a man of God. My job here is to protect and administer my people, I can only put my prayer and hope into you, because it is you who can lead our people to reunification."

Alberto sighed. "Of course. But you must know something. We cannot stand still and do nothing. Take us to the military leader here, maybe he can give us the breifing."

Alberto sighed. "Of course. But you must know something. We cannot stand still and do nothing. Take us to the military leader here, maybe he can give us the breifing."
He looked at Alberto, a man whom seemed to be very persistant on getting to act.

"I think you may have misunderstood my words. No matter though, I can offer you right now the dossiers we have. The intelligence we have collected is scant, we have little resources to use in gaining what we need. Chairman Sevimbe has few loyalties, but, he is currently busy in the conference at one of the few places that we can travel to unhindered in the city. But he is our connection with Bella, and thus, Mutee's loyalists.

You may be slightly disappointed in our forces for fighting. It is true we cannot stand and do nothing. But today, we need you to entrench yourselves, our people are not ready to fight. Patience will bring what you wish. We cannot acomplish this in a day. The files, the, intelligence we can offer is here. I will take my leave of you, I must attend to my people."

With that, the priest nodded his head and walked from the makeshift churchhouse, back into the camp.

Alberto grunted. "Damn it he's right."

He watched as the Priest walked away. He observed the Dossier, shaking his head. Most of these things he knew from satellite images. He looked back at his squad, who were helping the natives. Alberto had to do something useful, and what would it be? Training the natives. He walked towards his squard.

"All right listen up!" The soldier stood at attention. "I want you to start training these boys, and make them men! And hell, see if you can train some women too." He turned to a native. "Pick up a gun and start learning!"

He started walking around handing guns to the natives as to train them. Oy, Alberto if one of those guys who can't sit still.

The natives looked at the weapons. They stared at the men for a minute, some of them speaking among themselves. One woman among them, in unfitting military briefs she probally received from someone else, began to walk up to Alberto, a bit fiery in her demeanor. She spoke in broken English, it could be seen that few, if any were educated enough to speak English, let alone read their own.

"Teach? Is that what your here for? These are my people, you cannot just give weapons and expect us to live to your desire. You must teach, if we are to learn."

Her point seemed a bit lost but she shook her head and retracted.

"Look, you cannot expect us to learn without any learning. Most of us were drive nfrom our homes. The Dahenjo murdered our families. Most of all of us are Maro, only a few of the.. Dahenjo you can find. We know not what to do, so you, teach us, if you can expect anything."

The natives looked at the weapons. They stared at the men for a minute, some of them speaking among themselves. One woman among them, in unfitting military briefs she probally received from someone else, began to walk up to Alberto, a bit fiery in her demeanor. She spoke in broken English, it could be seen that few, if any were educated enough to speak English, let alone read their own.

"Teach? Is that what your here for? These are my people, you cannot just give weapons and expect us to live to your desire. You must teach, if we are to learn."

Her point seemed a bit lost but she shook her head and retracted.

"Look, you cannot expect us to learn without any learning. Most of us were drive nfrom our homes. The Dahenjo murdered our families. Most of all of us are Maro, only a few of the.. Dahenjo you can find. We know not what to do, so you, teach us, if you can expect anything."

Alberto smirked. "You're getting the right idea."

He cleared his throat. "If you are all willing to learn, do you promise to follow my instructions without question? That you will do everything I command? That you will do everything no matter how wrong, sick, and disgusting it is? If yes, then you will be able to defend your mothers, sons, daughters, fathers, friends, and families. If not, you will stay here hidden with only bad memories. Unable to bring out justice."

He cocked his ROICW-1A. "Those who wish to learn, come foward. Those who wish to be reluctant, stay. I am not forcing you. But I promise you I can make you a better person. Well?"

Alberto smirked. "You're getting the right idea."

He cleared his throat. "If you are all willing to learn, do you promise to follow my instructions without question? That you will do everything I command? That you will do everything no matter how wrong, sick, and disgusting it is? If yes, then you will be able to defend your mothers, sons, daughters, fathers, friends, and families. If not, you will stay here hidden with only bad memories. Unable to bring out justice."

He cocked his ROICW-1A. "Those who wish to learn, come foward. Those who wish to be reluctant, stay. I am not forcing you. But I promise you I can make you a better person. Well?"

There was a bit of silence as many of the people had gathered around. The woman smiled and was the first to step foward, in front of everyone else. The other people still talked with each other, and there was reluctance. They spoke to each other in their native tongues, but eventually, another person came up. And whom it was surprised Alberto. It was Henry, the priest. With him, came foward three more. With them, six. Further and further, eventually, the crowd was one, and stood in front of Alberto. Many of them were smiling, others stared solemnly and waited to be trained. Others cried. It was not just men, but women, teenagers, the more elderly. All and all, it was the people.

One man, slightly more elderly, with curly greying hair and an spotty, unshaven beard, looked up from under his hat.

"So then, teach us."

Alberto chuckled. "Very well. First of all we will test your endurance. It doesn't matter if you're the best shot in your squad. If you can't last for three days under horrible conditions. Therefore I will require all of you to shed your clothing."

Silence.

"I need you to be able to survive under horrible conditions. If I catch a man looking at a woman the wrong way, he will receive 10 lashes. If the woman does the same, 10 lashes. Girl on girl, 10 lashes. Man on man, 10 lashes. We are all equal here. That is another thing you must learn, if one man or woman messes up, the entire group must pay."

He cleared his throat. "After you shed your clothing you will do 10 jog in places. As soon as you finish, 10 push ups, then you will lay down and do 10 sit ups. You will do this until you are so tired you cannot move."

"And one more thing, you will address me as Sir. Do you understand that?!"

There was a murmuring, but eventually, the crowd moveed, and took of their clothes. Some of them didn't mind. Some of them were rather scantily clad anyway, and some seemed very reluctant. There was little "unified" feeling about this. As he continued, the line attempted keep staring straight, though there were a few "slips."

As he began to tell the orders, a few of the group seemed a bit slow to answer. He could tell not all of them completely understood what he was speaking, but they got the message. As such, only a few replied with "Yes, sir." One of them, a younger, seemingly athletic man, walked up a few steps and looked straight on to Alberto.

"Sir, perhaps you are having trouble communicating. Permission to translate, sir."

There was a murmuring, but eventually, the crowd moveed, and took of their clothes. Some of them didn't mind. Some of them were rather scantily clad anyway, and some seemed very reluctant. There was little "unified" feeling about this. As he continued, the line attempted keep staring straight, though there were a few "slips."

As he began to tell the orders, a few of the group seemed a bit slow to answer. He could tell not all of them completely understood what he was speaking, but they got the message. As such, only a few replied with "Yes, sir." One of them, a younger, seemingly athletic man, walked up a few steps and looked straight on to Alberto.

"Sir, perhaps you are having trouble communicating. Permission to translate, sir."

Alberto looked at the young man. "Permission granted son." Some shifty eyes. "And maybe teach me some of their language too." He whispered.

He cleared his throat. "This young man will translate my orders! When you are all tired, we will have a small lunch and go hiking! After that, stand off! And tommorow, we will work on our shooting skills and work on some drills! Now go!"

Farooq, one of the Rosian riflemen, walked towards Alberto and whispered. "You half-assing this aren't you?"

Alberto nodded.

Farooq sighed. "I'm going to prepare the course." He left.

The man looked to him and nodded.

"Yes sir. Ndio rafiki, as my people say."

He turned and began shouting. They immediately acted as Alberto had intended, and the translator also did what was ordered to demonstrate.

"Nzuri! Kidogo tu, kumi!"

As they did as they were told, they eventually finished. The sun set over the city that could be seen over the forest. The training continued, independent. The people were fed. And they slept, soundly for the first time.

To Be Continued

[OOC: I do not have the time to detail the full amount of what I was going to do, but I will once I am able.