Quinntonian Dra-pol
24-02-2005, 22:02
OOC- OK, just a short history lesson on how the whole Quinntonian Dra-pol thing came to be, I realise that most of you weren’t even involved when these events were happening, and you are counting on Dra-poel propaganda to make your decisions. I am going to try and present the facts as they really happened, Dra-pol, if I leave anything out or mis-represent anything, let me know. I know everyone can interpret these facts any way they want, but, I am getting a lot of hostility over things I never said or did, so…..
Several years ago, maybe fifteen or twenty, Quinntonian naval elements were monitoring a boatload of refugees near the Korean Peninsula when they lost contact as they were coming near to the uncharted northern part. The people in that nation were known to be a “Hermit Kingdom” and though I guess I had pretty good relations with ROK in the south, there was no contact with the north.
Upon further investigation, we found that there was significant wreckage and much of it had washed up on shore, so we put together a couple of units, some prayer warriors, and a Pastor, and went ashore to see if there had been any survivors. Unbeknownst to us, our teams found while we were on shore that the boat had been sunk by what appeared to be pre- WWII rockets.
Apparently, after WWII, the Dra-poel government had closed its borders, after fighting off invasions from the Japanese, and Russians, as well as a very few Quinntonian planes and ships. They then informed their people that the rest of the world had died in a nuclear war and that they were the only nation left alive. They had spent much of the rest of their time forcing de-urbanisation on the people and having their secret police, the Banat; destroy any evidence of an outside world at all. It was this xenophobic regime that had spotted the ship of refugees and, with their government telling them that they weren’t human, but rather demons that were not at rest because of the nuclear wars, and probably trying to eat their souls or something, they sank the ship, with no survivors, 350 refugees and crew.
So, an admittedly armed group of about25 people went ashore and started tromping through the bush looking for survivors when a little girl holding a hunting rifle, who was on “demon guard duty” spotted them and fired a shot, hitting one of the men, before darting off into the woods. We returned fire with our M-16s. He was evacuated as the rest of the unit, about 16 people, chased the girl. While tracking her, the troops came upon a village and tried to communicate with the people, who were understandably very frightened, and when the troops tried to leave, the local Banat agents tried to arrest them. A short firefight broke out, and two Dra-pol died. The Quinntonian left, but then decided that they needed to definitely find any survivors, and so, called in a helicopter. The chopper that was coming in to pick then up was then shot down, with all hands.
At this point, jets were scrambled just to flyover the nation and find what could be a government building, we found three major cities, and decided to airlift into the main one, which turned out to be the capitol.
At this point, we were fairly cautious, and so dropped in two platoons of men, about 88 of them, and they were backed up with some attack choppers and I think we even dropped in some light armour.
Granted, looking back on that, it may have been stupid, but as we advanced on the city, the Dra-pol Army was called out to fight us, and the air force was scrambled almost in its entirety. This became known as the Three Days War, in which Quinntonian casualties numbered around 20, and the Dra-poel, who were fighting using WWII technology and tactics, like the “human wave”, were taking massive casualties. The WWII era fighter planes were decimated by our choppers and jets, I think we pretty much crippled the air force and I don’t think we took more than 1 or 2 chopper losses. I don’t remember what the losses to manpower on the Dra-poel side were, but I would not be surprised with a number in the hundreds.
You don’t have to believe us, but we never intended to do that, they just kept coming, and we couldn’t leave, because the choppers kept taking heavy ground fire, so we just kept shooting, and they kept coming, we had never seen anything like it, they just kept coming. But they were only armed with rifles and knee mortars, and we were armed with M-16s and the best of everything from grenades to rockets propelled high ordinance. But mostly, it was the machineguns. They just kept coming and we just kept firing. We had to, it was horrible.
But, in the end, we saw that in order to stop the fighting we would have to force a negotiation, and so we stormed the Central Directorate Building, and forced, through a massive language barrier (nobody spoke the bastardised Korean that was Dra-poel) explained that it was all a misunderstanding.
This put a stop to the fighting. In return, we offered to help Dra-pol modernise, they were facing massive famines and had no infrastructure or modern medicine, so we decided that we would help to rebuild them. We had at one time or another, over 250,000 civilian contractors working in the nation, building roads, bridges, train-tracks, hospitals, schools, even a University. We spent literally billions upon billions on feeding, clothing and educating the people. Dra-pol was literally adopted by the Quinntonian people. Of course, we continued hearing horrible things about the torture and execution of political prisoners, but naively thought that if we showed them that people didn’t need to be controlled to be productive and kindness was profitable, they would change on their own.
WE later found out that the majority of the funds and material that were meant for civilians were being re-appropriated for the military, at least those that were under government administration. But, we decided that we would try and bring Dra-pol onto the world stage.
WE made a deal, a signed treaty, that would place the harbour and the city of Hamhung, and surrounding areas, under Quinntonian protection, to be recognised as sovereign territory by both parties, but to have a Quinntonian military base put there in order to protect the industrial areas and harbour from harm. Contrary to popular belief, this was not done at the point of a sword, it was a very friendly agreement between what we thought were allies.
This place was the greatest Quinntonian engineering feat in history, we constructed, in three short years, an international class airport, designed to serve both military and civilian needs. An international harbour, again designed to serve naval and civilian aircraft needs. Also, an entire city was built, with a massive industrial center that would rival any in the western world. It was to be the hub of a new, revitalised Dra-pol, and have the industrial capacity to supply their needs for years to come. It was all built with the understanding that eventually Dra-pol would come to administrate it. We asked for workers, and Dra-pol “asked” people to come and work in the factories. We began t pay them, though we later found out that over 95% of their pay was siphoned off to the Dra-poel government. They were provided with food, apartments, luxury items as reward for working well, TV and radio was introduced, and they began to enjoy their time here, many sent for their families, and after awhile, Dra-poel started streaming across the border in droves, swelling the city to almost 8 million people. WE just kept pouring funds into it, and the rest of the country, hoping to create enough work so that these people would all have work. WE even started educating the tope 3,500 Dra-poel picks by the government in our best universities, free of charge. It was a great time, Quinntonians working side by side with their Dra-poel brothers.
After the initial conflict, Kurosian I had disappeared, faking his own death and put his son, Kurosian II in charge. At some point, Kurosian II decided that we were to leave, and get this, instead of asking us to, he ordered the arrests of every Quinntonian outside of Hamhung, which was by this point called Quinntonian Dra-pol. He then ordered them to be publicly tortured and executed. That meant that in about three days time, over 100,000 Quinntonian teachers, nurses, doctors, engineers, missionaries, aid workers, etc. were martyred. Then, began to raise an army, while we closed the border around Quinntonian Dra-pol, and called for help. The Quinntonian people were shocked. We had no idea as to what to do. But, our Prime Minister, then and now, Jesse Obed, gathered together the Quinntonian people for a response, we got the military ready and sent them out.
Then they came, there was some internal politicking going on as Kurosian I got together an army and marched it against his son, but, that was really not our concern right now. The Dra-poel army marched up to Quinntonian Dra-pol and found that the Quinntonian were ready, reinforcements had not arrived, but those that were there had dug in and fought back with all the rage that would be expected of them. And the Dra-poel Army used those damned human wave attacks again. They began to send them and when they were rebuffed again and again, he resorted to using chemical weapons on the civilian population, killing another 100,000 in the first days of the siege. Well, through the hep of some allies and the fact that we had major air superiority and naval superiority, we enacted a blockade on Dra-pol and finally reinforced our position, and our navy sent pretty much all of theirs to the bottom of the sea, and we destroyed anything that even looked like it had wings in the sky. But the now Kurosian I, continued the human wave attacks. Now one must understand that Quinntonia was hurt, and with the martyrdom of all of those people, some that were carried to the frontlines so that they could be crucified in sight of our troops, and the use of WMD, and the fact that we had all sacrificed so much in order to help these people, who then betrayed us in such a brutal fashion, we fought harder and longer than we had since WWII, the whole nation and its economy was mobilised for war, and we fought hard. This was called the Three Years War.
The funny thing was, the people who fought the hardest for us were the Dra-poel ex-pats who knew what going back to the old regime would entail. They died in droves, and many went back across the line, hoping to be shown mercy, though I doubt that it happened. In the end, we ordered a cease-fire, which has stood more or less to this day. Over 800,000 Quinntonian and Dra-poel military casualties are listed, with over 1,000,000 crossing over and becoming unaccounted for or being among the many unallied civilian deaths. It was reported that Dra-pol claimed over 2,000,000 military casualties.
Since then the Peace or “Westgaard” line, named after the Governor-Bishop of Quinntonian Dra-pol through all of this, was constructed, a series of fortifications and high-tech sensory outposts that sprawls across the border and deep into the earth. In sight if the city is a massive Dra-poel army that is ready at a moments notice to swoop down on the vulnerable city.
There is also the nasty business of the supposed assassination in a bathroom stall of Kurosian I and the fact that Kurosian II is in a Quinntonian jail cell for crimes against humanity i.e. war crimes.
Well, that pretty much brings us up to date, I know it’s long, and I doubt if anyone will read all of, but for those of you that do, this is the story.
WWJD
Amen.
Several years ago, maybe fifteen or twenty, Quinntonian naval elements were monitoring a boatload of refugees near the Korean Peninsula when they lost contact as they were coming near to the uncharted northern part. The people in that nation were known to be a “Hermit Kingdom” and though I guess I had pretty good relations with ROK in the south, there was no contact with the north.
Upon further investigation, we found that there was significant wreckage and much of it had washed up on shore, so we put together a couple of units, some prayer warriors, and a Pastor, and went ashore to see if there had been any survivors. Unbeknownst to us, our teams found while we were on shore that the boat had been sunk by what appeared to be pre- WWII rockets.
Apparently, after WWII, the Dra-poel government had closed its borders, after fighting off invasions from the Japanese, and Russians, as well as a very few Quinntonian planes and ships. They then informed their people that the rest of the world had died in a nuclear war and that they were the only nation left alive. They had spent much of the rest of their time forcing de-urbanisation on the people and having their secret police, the Banat; destroy any evidence of an outside world at all. It was this xenophobic regime that had spotted the ship of refugees and, with their government telling them that they weren’t human, but rather demons that were not at rest because of the nuclear wars, and probably trying to eat their souls or something, they sank the ship, with no survivors, 350 refugees and crew.
So, an admittedly armed group of about25 people went ashore and started tromping through the bush looking for survivors when a little girl holding a hunting rifle, who was on “demon guard duty” spotted them and fired a shot, hitting one of the men, before darting off into the woods. We returned fire with our M-16s. He was evacuated as the rest of the unit, about 16 people, chased the girl. While tracking her, the troops came upon a village and tried to communicate with the people, who were understandably very frightened, and when the troops tried to leave, the local Banat agents tried to arrest them. A short firefight broke out, and two Dra-pol died. The Quinntonian left, but then decided that they needed to definitely find any survivors, and so, called in a helicopter. The chopper that was coming in to pick then up was then shot down, with all hands.
At this point, jets were scrambled just to flyover the nation and find what could be a government building, we found three major cities, and decided to airlift into the main one, which turned out to be the capitol.
At this point, we were fairly cautious, and so dropped in two platoons of men, about 88 of them, and they were backed up with some attack choppers and I think we even dropped in some light armour.
Granted, looking back on that, it may have been stupid, but as we advanced on the city, the Dra-pol Army was called out to fight us, and the air force was scrambled almost in its entirety. This became known as the Three Days War, in which Quinntonian casualties numbered around 20, and the Dra-poel, who were fighting using WWII technology and tactics, like the “human wave”, were taking massive casualties. The WWII era fighter planes were decimated by our choppers and jets, I think we pretty much crippled the air force and I don’t think we took more than 1 or 2 chopper losses. I don’t remember what the losses to manpower on the Dra-poel side were, but I would not be surprised with a number in the hundreds.
You don’t have to believe us, but we never intended to do that, they just kept coming, and we couldn’t leave, because the choppers kept taking heavy ground fire, so we just kept shooting, and they kept coming, we had never seen anything like it, they just kept coming. But they were only armed with rifles and knee mortars, and we were armed with M-16s and the best of everything from grenades to rockets propelled high ordinance. But mostly, it was the machineguns. They just kept coming and we just kept firing. We had to, it was horrible.
But, in the end, we saw that in order to stop the fighting we would have to force a negotiation, and so we stormed the Central Directorate Building, and forced, through a massive language barrier (nobody spoke the bastardised Korean that was Dra-poel) explained that it was all a misunderstanding.
This put a stop to the fighting. In return, we offered to help Dra-pol modernise, they were facing massive famines and had no infrastructure or modern medicine, so we decided that we would help to rebuild them. We had at one time or another, over 250,000 civilian contractors working in the nation, building roads, bridges, train-tracks, hospitals, schools, even a University. We spent literally billions upon billions on feeding, clothing and educating the people. Dra-pol was literally adopted by the Quinntonian people. Of course, we continued hearing horrible things about the torture and execution of political prisoners, but naively thought that if we showed them that people didn’t need to be controlled to be productive and kindness was profitable, they would change on their own.
WE later found out that the majority of the funds and material that were meant for civilians were being re-appropriated for the military, at least those that were under government administration. But, we decided that we would try and bring Dra-pol onto the world stage.
WE made a deal, a signed treaty, that would place the harbour and the city of Hamhung, and surrounding areas, under Quinntonian protection, to be recognised as sovereign territory by both parties, but to have a Quinntonian military base put there in order to protect the industrial areas and harbour from harm. Contrary to popular belief, this was not done at the point of a sword, it was a very friendly agreement between what we thought were allies.
This place was the greatest Quinntonian engineering feat in history, we constructed, in three short years, an international class airport, designed to serve both military and civilian needs. An international harbour, again designed to serve naval and civilian aircraft needs. Also, an entire city was built, with a massive industrial center that would rival any in the western world. It was to be the hub of a new, revitalised Dra-pol, and have the industrial capacity to supply their needs for years to come. It was all built with the understanding that eventually Dra-pol would come to administrate it. We asked for workers, and Dra-pol “asked” people to come and work in the factories. We began t pay them, though we later found out that over 95% of their pay was siphoned off to the Dra-poel government. They were provided with food, apartments, luxury items as reward for working well, TV and radio was introduced, and they began to enjoy their time here, many sent for their families, and after awhile, Dra-poel started streaming across the border in droves, swelling the city to almost 8 million people. WE just kept pouring funds into it, and the rest of the country, hoping to create enough work so that these people would all have work. WE even started educating the tope 3,500 Dra-poel picks by the government in our best universities, free of charge. It was a great time, Quinntonians working side by side with their Dra-poel brothers.
After the initial conflict, Kurosian I had disappeared, faking his own death and put his son, Kurosian II in charge. At some point, Kurosian II decided that we were to leave, and get this, instead of asking us to, he ordered the arrests of every Quinntonian outside of Hamhung, which was by this point called Quinntonian Dra-pol. He then ordered them to be publicly tortured and executed. That meant that in about three days time, over 100,000 Quinntonian teachers, nurses, doctors, engineers, missionaries, aid workers, etc. were martyred. Then, began to raise an army, while we closed the border around Quinntonian Dra-pol, and called for help. The Quinntonian people were shocked. We had no idea as to what to do. But, our Prime Minister, then and now, Jesse Obed, gathered together the Quinntonian people for a response, we got the military ready and sent them out.
Then they came, there was some internal politicking going on as Kurosian I got together an army and marched it against his son, but, that was really not our concern right now. The Dra-poel army marched up to Quinntonian Dra-pol and found that the Quinntonian were ready, reinforcements had not arrived, but those that were there had dug in and fought back with all the rage that would be expected of them. And the Dra-poel Army used those damned human wave attacks again. They began to send them and when they were rebuffed again and again, he resorted to using chemical weapons on the civilian population, killing another 100,000 in the first days of the siege. Well, through the hep of some allies and the fact that we had major air superiority and naval superiority, we enacted a blockade on Dra-pol and finally reinforced our position, and our navy sent pretty much all of theirs to the bottom of the sea, and we destroyed anything that even looked like it had wings in the sky. But the now Kurosian I, continued the human wave attacks. Now one must understand that Quinntonia was hurt, and with the martyrdom of all of those people, some that were carried to the frontlines so that they could be crucified in sight of our troops, and the use of WMD, and the fact that we had all sacrificed so much in order to help these people, who then betrayed us in such a brutal fashion, we fought harder and longer than we had since WWII, the whole nation and its economy was mobilised for war, and we fought hard. This was called the Three Years War.
The funny thing was, the people who fought the hardest for us were the Dra-poel ex-pats who knew what going back to the old regime would entail. They died in droves, and many went back across the line, hoping to be shown mercy, though I doubt that it happened. In the end, we ordered a cease-fire, which has stood more or less to this day. Over 800,000 Quinntonian and Dra-poel military casualties are listed, with over 1,000,000 crossing over and becoming unaccounted for or being among the many unallied civilian deaths. It was reported that Dra-pol claimed over 2,000,000 military casualties.
Since then the Peace or “Westgaard” line, named after the Governor-Bishop of Quinntonian Dra-pol through all of this, was constructed, a series of fortifications and high-tech sensory outposts that sprawls across the border and deep into the earth. In sight if the city is a massive Dra-poel army that is ready at a moments notice to swoop down on the vulnerable city.
There is also the nasty business of the supposed assassination in a bathroom stall of Kurosian I and the fact that Kurosian II is in a Quinntonian jail cell for crimes against humanity i.e. war crimes.
Well, that pretty much brings us up to date, I know it’s long, and I doubt if anyone will read all of, but for those of you that do, this is the story.
WWJD
Amen.