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Fascist Uprising in Hogsweat - Fascist Forces catch Army unawares!

Hogsweat
27-02-2005, 00:09
It was a cold winters evening that fateful day, the twenty fifth of february, two thousand and five. There was no worry of any attack from inside the nation - the government had spent the last twenty five years stamping out anything that could be called insecurity to the state. They thought it was all under the covers. It was not so. The State had, apparently, crushed anything that was not what could be called patriotic. Whole masses of people had been lined up and machine-gunned against walls for speaking out against the all-knowning autocrat, Josef Dorsal. But not everyone had fallen to the Iron Curtain of Communism. In the hills, the giant mountains, the dark, forboding forests, of the massive country they hid. With their ancient weapons, salvaged from the great civil war, they hid. Watching. Watching for the right moment.

And it had come. Today, according to their informants, was the day that the Autocrat was driving through the city, for a popular Soviet Workers Party support rally and to collect money. Alot of the money the state had was, as the Fascist's put it, stolen off the people. They had a plan. If they failed, every single last fascist would probably die. All fifty thousand of the rebels. If they suceeded the nation would change... for the better, who knows. But it would change.

The blizzard blew in the face of Fyodor Spaizkow, the man wiped his eyes and took out his AKM. Looking it over carefully, he pulled back the cock, and let it go making a clacking noise. He had oiled it very carefully. He felt like the rifle was his brother. Pressing it to his shouldr hard, and aiming through the makeshift scope, he was absorbed into a new world. His world. A world of death, misery, and destruction. He lowered the rifle, and pressed on, his brotherhood around him, nearly two hundred other fascists like him with rifles such as AKM's, L1A1's, Lee Enfields, and M14's among the weapons that would be used in the new war. The Fascists crept through the snow, into the city. It was perfect timing.

The edge of the city was tightly locked down, the M1 motorway being the only way at this moment to cross in. Hundreds of guards littered the area into the city walls, and APC's drove to and fro, their autocannons swinging from side to side. Alpatzi shivered in the immense cold, putting out his cigarette, lightly flicking it into the floor. His FN FAL lay over his shoulder, the magazine inserted but not cocked and the safety on. The APC drove right past him. He could hear the engine, and a wierd noise.. then all sound stopped. It seemed like he was underwater. Glancing around, the APC was on fire, a burning driver screaming for dear life as he roasted in the destroyer vehicle. Dropping to the floor, Alpatzi knew what was happening. He unslung his rifle, cocked it, and switched off the safety. The crump of grenades was all over, and machine guns rattled. Tracer rounds spat out of the cold darkness of the blizzard, cutting down his friends and comrades as he lay prone by the bunker, searching for a target. He smiled as a helicopter came overhead, it's minigun lighting up the corpses of some torn apart fascists, their pistols and submachine guns doing nothing against the Hind's fierce chaingun. A smile turned to a frown as two missiles smashed into the side of the Hind, an explosion following another as molten metal rained down on top of his position. Two comrades ran to the side, covering each other with their rifles taking pot shots into the blizzard where nothing could been seen within metres. They were promptly cut down with a machine gun. The fire was coming from all sides. The APCs were destroyed, the tell tale whine of a Milan resulting in the death of the crew and the destruction of the vehicle. Before no time had passed, Alpatzi was running into the city gates before they closed - but they didn't. The enemy was inside, everywhere, submachineguns ricocheting off walls and pistols firing in a crescendo of war, cutting down surprised soldiers as loyalists tried to close the gates. On the battlements, officers and soldiers alike whipped out pistols and tried to attack the fascists at close range, but they were outnumbered. The enemy had seeped into the gates, and now a huge battle was commencing. The loyalists were outnumbered nearly ten to one, yet they fought like cockerels in a fight, scratching and dodging but doing little damage. The fascists however, like a bulldog, swatting out the weak boned loyalists with superior numbers and almost firepower. Soon the gate was drenched in crimson blood and bullet holes. The battle had lasted ten minutes, but soon the Fascist banner was raised out of the gatepost.

The motorcade had turned back long since, the Autocrat inside the armoured vehicle, had his pistol ready, as the armoured convoy took turn after turn to retreat. Several Guards Rifles battalions had deployed, setting up checkpoints and the like, but it was of increasing distress of the Dictator that more troops were moving around in the streets. They where approaching the bridge in front of the gatehouse. One more turn and they were away. however, the driver had taken a wrong turn. The opposite side of the river. He had driven straight into the Fascist army.

The eight tanks and twelve armoured vehicles tried to turn around in the short gap of the road, but it was a hard task. Three of the Merkava's were soon burning hulks from RPG and Milan fire, the five others powering forwards ttrying to hold off the fascists. The rebels however swarmed over the tanks, dropping grenades into holes and jumping off. Rebels ahead of the group had fired a salvo of RPGs at the last of the vehicles , trapping the convoy. There was one hope. The two companies three streets down were moving to assist, but the five minutes they too would mean everything.

Josef kicked the door of the armoured vehicle down. The vehicle was near the back, so as he ran the enemy couldn't get a good shot. Bullets pinged off the cobble floors, as he dashed into a door, and smashed it down, three soldiers behind him. inside the room, everything was destroyed. two dead bodies, a woman and a child, where piled together in the corner, some chairs pushed over them. Josef was sick. It flowed from him, as if it were some natural thing, some virus. But it wasn't. The fascists had murdered innocents, children and women. They had died denying access to the country's famous enemy to their home. They would be avenged. The death of these civilians and many more would not be in vain. Josef cocked his pistol, nodding with a burning hatred in his eyes to the three soldiers behind him, as they smashed down another door and rushed upstairs. There was a machine gun crew, their 7.62mm machine gun pouring bullets out the window. Josef's pistol was up, and the rounds hit into the backs of the soldiers with a resounding "pewm" There was on left, however, and as the soldiers secured the room, Dorsal walked up to him. Blood flowed from the mans arm, which had already been hit by a rifle round. Josef brought the pistol sights into the forehead of the unfortunate fascist. Revenge was now. This was the time. He pulled the trigger, and the Fascist trooper fell backwards, his already senseless head knocking against the floorboards, blood flowing from the empty hole.

The clanking of tanks and troops came down the street, as Josef peered out a window and saw a Merkava spraying bullets down teh street at the advancing fascists. A bloodthirsty battle had erupted in the area. Josef jogged downstairs, his pistol reloaded and ready for action. The door was left open as they had done, and he jumped out behind the cover of a vehicle's carcass as a machine gun burst rattled in the night down the street, barely missing him. He crawled under the vehicle, coughing incessently, the smoke clogging his lungs. Josef was glad as he left the underside of the vehicle, jumping into action behind a ruin of a tank. A lietenant, of the Company, was already there and saluting. His had blowing in the wind.

"Sir, The fascists have surrounded this block. We must retreat to the precinct to make an effective resistance. Help is on it's way." The lieutenant held out a rifle, and Josef took it, nodding.

"Then let's get on our way, Comrade."

Three Hours later
All Home Guard and Army units in the area were committed to the fight in the capital. Some hundred thousand and fifty Communist soldiers, against a huger number of fascist hordes. many once-loyal workers had joined the ranks of the fascists, now some four hundred thousand men ready to fight for the cause against Communism. they had been promised promotion when the uprising had victory. They had been promised better houses and more money. An incentive to fight, considering the current conditions. On every floor of the Precinct, machine guns rattled, snipers picked off charging Fascists, and close combat teams battled with invading rebels in every section of the huge building. And at the top, the Autocrat, biting his lip and wincing with the pain of the three bullets that had been lodged into his stomach during combat in the lower levels of the precinct. The Dictator had decided to fight with his men, a huge morale boost as Dorsal killed fascist after fascist. But he had paid the price. A burst of 5.56mm rounds puncturing his kevlar vest and his human skin, and now the Autocrat was sitting upstairs, crimson blood flowing from his wound, the bandage soaking in the substance, major arteries pierced.

Josef Dorsal was dying.
Cotland
27-02-2005, 00:12
Tag
Kriegorgrad
27-02-2005, 00:27
~Tag~
Hallad
27-02-2005, 01:20
The city had been in anarchy for three hours now. The Halladi embassy had caught on, quite easily. They fortified their position, all of the windows were boarded up, or turned into SAW nests. The recently arrived Merekat I A1 IFV had been brought out of the garage. All diplomatic personnel were hidden inside of the structure.

Finally the gates opened. There was a squad of Hogsweatian soldiers entrenched outside the Halladi embassy, and the men of the Worker's State were willing to aid the Hogsweatians in their fight. There were no ranks in the Diplomatic Guard, so an elected man was sent out to talk to the Hogsweatians.

Yosef Abdul was the elected leader of the Halladi Embassies' Guard. The gates opened, and Yosef walked out of the embassy, with a HAP-1 at his side.

"Comrades," he called out to the Hogsweatians, "I'm Yosef Abdul of the Halladi Embassy. My comrade Worker's are obviously aware of the... fight. How can we be of service?"
Hogsweat
27-02-2005, 01:24
"Comrade!" The man raised his hand.

"Our great leader, Josef Dorsal, is inside the first city precinct. We are assembling a force to relieve the four companies there. If you wish you may join them, that way, comrade" the soldier pointed down the road, where three six-ton trucks were assembled, and soldiers around checked weapons eagerly. More troops pushed down the road as the guard was talking to the Halladi.

"Quick, Comrade, if you wish to fight."
Hallad
27-02-2005, 01:27
Yosef turned to his Halladi comrades. "Comrades! Assemble, we move out immediatly."

Twenty men Began filing toward the trucks.

"Thank you, comrades." Abdul said to the Hogsweatians before joining his men.

The men reached them as a few of the trucks pulled away.

"Comrades! We are here to help you, on behalf of the Worker's State. Where should we go?"
Hogsweat
27-02-2005, 01:49
"Follow us comrades. The precinct is about a mile away. if we don't hurry Comrade Josef Dorsal could be in extreme danger! let's go!"

The platoon of soldiers moved forwards as another truck with the bagged pants and olive shirt riflemen advanced, and another. IFV's drove by, troops packed on. Some where conscripts, some professionals, but united in a single cause.

Defend the Dictator.
Lethislavania
27-02-2005, 02:41
The sun began to set in the distance, as waves of crimson, orange, pink, and yellow drifted slowly into the azure sky, which itself was darkening. The dimming sun cast a glance on Kyar Miiska's glasses, creating a white streak from one corner of his glasses to the other. "I know, Michael, I know. My problem with Hogsweat is that defending them could cause us more trouble now than ever."

Fuming, the general exploded angerily, curses shouting out of his mouth like venom, lava quickly sparking out of a volcano. "How could you have forgotten the permenant indebtment we have to them? When foul beasts ran astray in Lethislavania, they heeded our call. Now it is genuinely the time to pay back the favour. Now we must act."

"They have no sense of democracy, sir. They've been under the falsehood of true socialism for years, and the oppression does not sound like a sweet lullaby to me. I feel... betrayed by the misuse of such a grand name. It will not happen now. I will wait, but I can not assure you of any aide."

A deep glare formed on the General's face, displaying the anguish he felt inside. "Good... Good day sir." He stood taught and saluted, then walked out.

He would help Hogsweat, in any which way they needed.
The Merchant Guilds
27-02-2005, 13:21
OOC: Tag, willing to aid the Fascist Forces indirectly if you want Hoggeh.
Skinny87
27-02-2005, 13:28
From: Presidents Office, Republic of Skinny87
To: Hogsweat Workers Party

The Republic of Skinny87 has mobilised three infantry brigades and an armoured division to aid the Workers Party in their fight. They await their orders and are ready to aid you. The guards from the Republic's Embassy have already been given orders to aid the Workers and are enroute to the Precinct to aid the forces fighting to free Josef Dorsal.


Outside the Republic's Embassy, three Squads had already been formed up and armed with whatever weapons had been available. Now commanded by Captain Dieter Harn, they awaited a Hogsweatian to tell them where to go. The men were nervous but eager to help their allies.
Harn himself had a particular reason for wanting to help the Hogsweatian Government; a few days ago he had been transferred from the Hitlerreichian Theater of Operations where, whilst leading a Rifle Company under heavy fire, they had been saved by a Hogsweatian airstrike. Thus Harn saw himself as forever indebted to the Hogsweatians and would not see the Facists overrun this nation.
Hallad
27-02-2005, 15:11
"Follow us comrades. The precinct is about a mile away. if we don't hurry Comrade Josef Dorsal could be in extreme danger! let's go!"

The platoon of soldiers moved forwards as another truck with the bagged pants and olive shirt riflemen advanced, and another. IFV's drove by, troops packed on. Some where conscripts, some professionals, but united in a single cause.

Defend the Dictator.

The Halladi's pilled onto a cargo truck. They took up defensive positions inside the truck, guns at the ready and an HMG-1 machine gun pointing out the back. The truck began moving.

"Now, comrades. I don't want you t do anything stupid. We'll stay there as long as we need to, but our primary objective is to get Josef Dorsal out." Yosef Abdul told his men.

"Now," he continued, "We need to elect officers. We need four sergeants."

The Halladi's quickly elected their leaders, and Abdul set up the platoon structure. They would be acting as five-man Fire Teams, Yosef being in command of Squad One.
Skinny87
27-02-2005, 15:38
Seeing no Hogsweatian Government troops to tell him what to do, Harn decided to take matters into his own hands. Speaking into his jaw microphone, he ordered two trucks to come around to the front of the Embassy. The trucks had been 'liberated' from a shot-up Fascist convoy that had been discovered near the Embassy.

Signalling to the trucks, Harn ordered his men onto the flatbed trucks and told them to take the safeties off their weapons. This done, Harn got into the passenger seat of the front truck and gave the order to move out. They would drive until they found someone to get orders from or until they found some Fascists.
Hogsweat
27-02-2005, 16:51
The huge convoy, some ten thousand men at arms, and around a thousand vehicles, began moving to the warzone. Civilians on the loyalist side of town began leaning out of their windows and cheering the troops. It was fairly early, five o clock, but the whole city was awake cheering the convoy of volunteers and army units that were driving down main street to relieve the embattled precinct. Further down the street a Comissar was throwing rifles and pistols out towards men and women alike that where ready to fight for their leader.

The Dictator.

Pretty much all of the embassies where not in danger, except the Praetonian. The embassy to the nation was pretty much next to the precinct - which was on the end of a cul de sac, of which the embassy was on the other side of, and the fascists were pouring through the two side roads into the cul de sac. The four companies in the precinct were fatigued, having fought for six hours now constantly against an ever coming swarm of Fascists. Ammunition had to be preserved. One of the companies had departed earlier to help defend the Praetonian embassy. All six of the machine gun nests set up had been overrun or destroyed, and two of the relief helicopters had been shot down, the crashed wreck of a black hawk in the middle of the street. The snipers in the windows had fired round after round - the highest scoring being Zazel Feirman, a farmers son from far east Hogsweat, with 102 kills so far. His spotter and the Feirman were beginning to take turns in counting kills. The original barricades had been broken down and the fascists owned the street. Only about 50 of the original 360 soldiers that had started out defending the embassy where alive - only about 10 of the men that had redirected themselves to defend the Praetonians were still fighting.

And worse, Josef Dorsal was in a bad state. he had entered unconsciousness about three hours ago and now there were only two medics left to tend to him.

The Special Fascist assault team fiercly fought their way into the Praetonian embassy, gunning down wounded soldiers and smashing down the door. They lobbed in two flashbangs before storming in with their MP5Ns and Uzi's to take the embassy once and for all.


OOC- Skinny, we'll assume you are on the convoy with hallad.
Praetonia
27-02-2005, 17:14
"Defend the machineguns!" A Lieutenant shouted out, drawing his sword and leading three Imperial Embassy Guardsmen in a bayonet charge against the Fascist squad, rifles blazing on full automatic as they moved in through the confusion of flashbang and fragmentation grenades thrown by both sides. Behind them, four further men crouched behind a barracade of metal crates and desks that had been turned over. One of them had a light machinegun mounted on a tripod balanced on top of a pile of books and heavy files.

Several floors above, the barricaded windows were the home of almost a dozen machinegun posts and several dozen riflemen, drawn from the embassy guard and the ambassadorial staff. Boxes of ammunition had been brought up from the cellars below, along with supplies of fresh food and water. Snipers lurked on the roof and the upper floor windows, throwing grenades down onto the men who had just smashed through the door.

To the rear of the embassy, the kevlar plated armoured car attached to the embassy was taken over by four Imperial Embassy Guardsmen who quickly pulled broken furniture and extra kevlar plates into the car to shore up the bullet-proof windows. Two light machineguns poked through the two front side windows, manned each by one of the Guardsmen. The car was driven hurtling around the corner of the embassy, through the damaged metal gate which joined two sections of the embassy wall, part of which was now destroyed, and it stormed out in front of the embassy to lay down whithering fire upon the Fascists advancing down the street whilst moving all the while.

Atop the embassy, the Ambassador crouched on the roof, holding on to the flag pole which was, like him, inside a dip in the roof about a meter deep. The Praetonian Aquila still flew atop the Embassy, and there it would remain unless every Praetonian there was dead.
Psov
27-02-2005, 17:16
-tag-
Malkyer
27-02-2005, 17:21
tag, good stuff
Hallad
27-02-2005, 17:27
The truck with the Halladi's went down the winding roads of Dorsalgrad. They weren't really sure where they were going. Sniper fire came down at the Halladi's. Various bullets whizzed past them and the Halladi's opened fire at the windows of the buildings.

One man, Omar Talal, was shot in the shoulder. The men didn't have much medical training but the acting medic did what he could for Omar. All the medical equipment they carried with them were bandages, bandaids, and twezers. Yosef took one of his cigarrettes, lit it and gave it to Omar. Omar smiled, faintly, and took the cigarrette with his good arm.

There was a horrific explosion. An RPG exploded on the side of the road, a metre away from the truck the Halladi's were in. The noise increased, they had reached the front line.

"Shit, man, I wish I'd brought the Merekat with us." One man said to Yosef, refering to the IFV at the embassy.

Another explosion rocked the street as the Halladi's filed out of the truck. Yosef saw what had happened. An RPG hit a truck, the Hogsweatian men still in it.

"Get to cover!" Yosef yelled, his subordinates echoed.

The platoon made haste to a blockade.
Skinny87
27-02-2005, 17:49
As the Hallad troops dived for cover, the Republican troops did the same. Several of the Guardsmen were cut down by Fascist machine-gun fire, but the rest made it to decent cover.

Harn raised his M-16 to his shoulder and tracked a Fascist running to the left of the blockade. Flicking the selector to 'Single', Harn fired and saw with satisfaction that the man fell and did not get back up. Switching back to 'Three-Round' and opened fire on several other Fascists scurrying about. The well-trained Guardsmen followed his example and began pinning the enemy troops down. Soon Harn saw his chance, and shouted a single order to his men. 'Fix Bayonets. Let's run the Fascists out of their positions. NOW!'

Screaming that last word, Harn jumped up and charged the Fascist positions, his men running beside him. Smoke from burning trucks and teargas grenades choked him, made his head spin, but he shook his head and kept screaming a primal shout as he jumped a burning piece of wood and bayoneted a Fascist trooper. His men did the same, and a fierce hand-to-hand situation began, in which quarter was neither asked for, nor given.
Huzen Hagen
27-02-2005, 18:26
OOC: Any chance of giving the facists some assistance?
Skinny87
28-02-2005, 19:56
The fighting had been harsh and unforgiven as the Fascist troops had refused to yield even an inch of ground as they fought, such was their apparent dedication to their cause. However, several minutes of intense hand-to-hand combat had caused the Fascists to retreat, for the moment at least.

Harn wiped his brow with a sleeve and winced as the harried medic of his small group roughly bandaged a large gash in his right arm where a Fascist's bayonet had made a glancing blow as Harn had parried it. Harn smiled grimly; the Fascist had not been so lucky. Looking around, he could see bodies laying everywhere; the battle had taken its toll on his men, and although he was unsure of his allies casualties, his own were bad enough. Four men had been killed and another five were wounded badly enough to force them back to the Embassy to help defend it against marauding troops. The casualties had forced him to amalgamate two of his sqauds into one, leaving him with only two squads left available.

Harn frowned again. Hopefully reinforcements would come quickly, or this would be over...
Doomingsland
28-02-2005, 20:42
OOC:Time to test out my new toys....

Outside of Hogsweaten Airspace

Two MV-68 Banshee transport VTOLs shot through the sky at mach .89, there radar wave cancelation systems going active to prevent detection by Hogsweaten early warning systems. Inside each was a squad of Doom Legion Hunter-Killers, ready to aid the fascist forces against their favorite punching bag.

The men sat silently within the dimly lit cabins of the aircraft, checking their weapons before their decent to hell.

Approaching Hoggy space, heads up! ETA, 30 minutes. came the pilot's voice through the intercom. The men all sighed and cocked their weapons. Another day at work...
Hogsweat
28-02-2005, 20:47
A fair time ago, Scandavian States engaged in war with me. His PC broke, so we put it on limbo until he is back - which is now. Unfortunately because of this, this RP is on HOLD until the war ends.
Bonstock
28-02-2005, 20:57
Two Bonstocknian Air Force C-17s appeared in the skies over Hogsweat. They radioed the towers at the local airport, "We are Bonstocknian Air Force planes, requesting permission to land to evacuate Bonstocknian nationals from Hogsweat."
Praetonia
28-02-2005, 21:18
A fair time ago, Scandavian States engaged in war with me. His PC broke, so we put it on limbo until he is back - which is now. Unfortunately because of this, this RP is on HOLD until the war ends.
^^
Hogsweat
28-02-2005, 22:39
Two Bonstocknian Air Force C-17s appeared in the skies over Hogsweat. They radioed the towers at the local airport, "We are Bonstocknian Air Force planes, requesting permission to land to evacuate Bonstocknian nationals from Hogsweat."
1.) Obviously you did not read my RP. It is ON HOLD.
2.) you don't have any Nationals in my country.
Bonstock
28-02-2005, 23:16
1.) Obviously you did not read my RP. It is ON HOLD.
2.) you don't have any Nationals in my country.

ooc:
1. My apologies, I opened up the reply button before you posted, I guess.
2. Didn't I, at one point, request an embassy in your country? Was that request ever granted? I saw the post there (top of page 2 in your embassy thread), but it appears that you didn't recognize it in the list.