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Hargani Slave Camp, outside of Stevia(Algiers), Carthaginian Numidia

Sand, blood, and sweat. That has been my life for the last 7 years... thought Ackbar, a 17 year old Numidian Slave, as he shuffled to his quarters, exhausted from working on a Pyramid dedicated to the Prime Minister. There had been a time when the Carthaginian Republic was a land renowned for it's wealth of cultures and it's many freedoms. That time was long gone. It had ended when Prime Minister Steve Hargin refused to step down 10 years ago, and instated a military dictatorship. While the Carthaginians and to a lesser degree the Pakistanis, Indians, and Bengalis had benefited, the "lesser peoples" of the republic suffered. That included the Sicilians, the Numidians, the Sri Lankans, the Palauans, the Bhutani's, and the Kashmiris. These people had been enslaved to help "Rebuild the glory of Carthage". Yeah, right. Everyone knew that they were working only to fill "Prime Minister" Steve Hargins coffers. But not for much longer.

"Alright, guys. Here's the plan." said Ackbar to his assembled gang of slaves. "We sneak into the guardpost, kill the guards, take their weapons, free the slaves, and burn this place to the ground."
"Isn't that risky, Ackbar? We could die." said Mahmoud, a middle-aged slave.
"It's better than dying in this hell-hole by torture."
The assembled group murmured in agreement.
"Alright then. Let's go."

In the darkness of the new moon, the slaves moved stealthily through the darkness. The guards had grown lazy, and the only active guards were near the gate. The guardpost was nearly 400 feet away. After sneaking in through the window, Ackbar quietly unlocked the door and let in the other slaves. They quickly killed the other guards and took the weapons out of the weapons compartment. 20 AKZ's and an Anza. Not a bad haul. thought Ackbar to himself. After making sure the area was clear, Ackbar blew a wistle and the entire camp emptied itself out. Although the guards near the door managed to get two or three slaves, the swarms of angry slaves armed with primitive weapons or AKZ's overwhelmed them. After making sure everyone was out, Ackbar gave the order to torch the camp. As the 400 or so escaped slaves moved further away from the camp, it was engulfed in a fire that was seen for many miles.


Seeing this flame, and then hearing of the slave escape, threw the slaves in the nearby camps into a frenzy. Within 6 hours of the first escape, 17 other camps had been burned down and thousands of escapee's swarmed the countryside. Upon hearing of this, Ackbar ordered that couriers be sent to all the groups and to instruct the groups to meet up at Blida, a city near Stevia. Within 12 hours, all of the camps in Numidia had either been destroyed or had an attempted mass escape, and over 3 million slaves roamed the countryside. News of this reached all corners of the republic, and slave revolts broke out in Sicily, Bhutan, Kashmir, Sri Lanka, and Palau as well.

This was not going to be a good day for the Prime Minister.

Nikita Petrov, Governer-General of Rosian Sardinia, Commander of the 1st Sardinian Fleet and 1st Sardinian Army, which were big by Rosian standards. He was one of the important men when the Imperial Commonwealth took over the Island... but back then it was just the Commonwealth. Then it turned into the International Confederacy, then back to Commonwealth, we're never happy with just one name you know.

As I was saying:

He was 42 years old, an average age for a man in his position. And no he didn't look like a sparkling 22, Botox can't help him that much. Even though he doesn't use it, but you get me. Now to the current scene:

A freakishly large table in a room full of giant T.V.s and crap and things. Soldiers here and there and random people chosen by lotto so they could look important, emphasis on look.

Nikita cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen. Satellites show that the Carthaginian land of Sicily has gone in revolt. Slaves everywhere are going crazy. Now, the Imperial Commonwealth needs to strenghthen its position in the Roman Sea-" Which is what the Rosians called Mediterranean. "-Therefore, the deployment of the 1st Sardinian Fleet and the 2nd and 3rd Sardinian Division has been authorized by the DOD and me. Any questions?"

A Major raised his hand. His right one, yes I hate lefties, and what nigga?! Oops, I said the n word, anyway... "Yes. How are we going to cover our intentions Nikita?"

Nikita smirked. "Simple Major. The Fleet and the two Divisions will state that they are merely for peacekeeping. And while we are there, we will win the people over. When we have them, the Carthaginian Goverment will have to give them up, since they are not willing to fight on so many fronts."

The General of the 3rd Sardinian Division, Tanya Pavesklov, raised her left hand. "Yes." She said in a thick Russian accent. "But what if other nations get involved? And what if our other lands are attacked?"

Nikita chuckled. "Simple." He said. "Free China is with an MPP with Dragon China-" Which is what the Rosians called Northern China. "It'd be suicide. Bases are already up, SAMs are patrolling, the Free Chinese Army has the best of Rosian equipment... plus Wake Island is useless anyway."

She asked another question. "What if Sardinia is specifically threatened?"

"Well." He responded. "That's why the 22nd, 23rd, 27th, and 28th Rosian Fleet is sailing here, to act as a temporary Sardinian Navy. The meeting is over, the Sardinian Task Force is almost arriving at Sicily, we'll fly you there. General Gregory Smith should be there." Gregory being the General of the 3rd Sardinian Division. "Go!"

And so, she was flown towards the Task Force and landeth safely-ish. And now, they sail towards Sicily, waiting to enact the first part of Operation: Sicillia Rosa, a blockade!

(OOC: Since Sardinia and Sicily are so close to each other... also, the Task Force isn't there yet. It's sailing there.)

The Cottish governor on Sicily sat at the dinner table in the Military HQ in Syracuse, the province capitol of Cottish Sicily, along with the military command on the island (five Generals and two Admirals). It was the fifteenth anniversary of the victory over the enemy invasion at Marsala, currently Carthaginian territory after a sale twelve years ago. Still, it seemed like something was brewing up again. Riots in Numidia, extremely close to the Cottish colony of Brennet (my portion of Algeria). As a result, the border readiness there had been put on higher alert and closed.

"So gentlemen. What do you think about this entire situation with the Rosians sending more ships to Sardinia?" the governor asked.

Admiral #1 answered. "Well, it is a cause of concern. We know that the Rosians have increased their imperialism, much like ourselves, but I don't think that they'll go against us. But just in case, I've sent a reccomendation to Cotlandstad to increase the naval presence here. We have a large base in Palermo, in which we have three battlegroups and some subs. I suggested that we send them out on patrol, along with the P-3Cs. Maybe I'm overreacting, but the last time this situation came up, we were invaded."

Everyone belonging to the military in the room (everyone but the governor) nodded.

"Well, I sure hope it won't come to that. By the way, what military forces do we have here in Sicily?" the governor continued.

Admiral #2 answered that one. "We have a lot of men.

A division, which is three infantry brigades, one armoured brigade and a few anti air battalions, artillery battalions and engineering battalions;

Eight wings of F-22s, three F-16, one tactical wing and two transport wings. We also have one early warning wing. Ten E-767s, twenty P-3Cs and thirty UAVs;

Navy. One Omega battlegroup, one Nimitz battlegroup, three Ynoga battlegroups, ten Destroyer Battlegroups, two ordinary wolfpacks and one tactical wolfpack.

That's what we can muster in moments notice sir."

ooc: Crappy post, sorry about that. Just had to let you know what I have. Also, TAG.

(I don't mean for this to be late, but I should have an interest here being so close to the action)

TAG. I'll post here later.

ooc: Damn, I've forgotten about this thread. Is it still active?

(Still listed as so)

OOC: I Know this is going to seem sudden, but I was playing Skies of Arcadia and came up with an idea...

Off the shore of Hannibalia, 5 years later

Captain Khazin of the Blue Rogues looked out at the grand port city of Hannibalia on the coast of Sardinia from the deck of his vessel. Although it was situated on Rosian Sardinia, the city was a Carthaginian Protectorate, ruled by the Hasultan Mahmoud(who turned a bling eye to pirates who constantly raided the Imperial Fleet). The golden domes of the City Palace shone brighly in the sunlight as trading ships crammed the docks. As the medium-sized pirate vessel Sharkonia pulled into the docks, the captain reflected on how he had become a pirate.

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Khazin had been a gunner in the Imperial Army when the revolt broke out. The Ackbarian army had besieged Algiers, and already the third Numidian Army had been crushed by this band of rag-tag rebels. His brigade was the last remnant of the Imperial Army in Numidia. They held the city for 20 days. Every day, they thought that the Imperial Army would come to rescue them. On the 21st day, when the rebels broke through and captured the defenders, the Imperial Army suddenly appeared and set the city on fire. They killed over 4 million people that day. Rebels, civilians, and even Imperial soldiers. Khazin(who had survived with only a small burn) had thought that they had set the city on fire thinking that it was only lightly fortified or abandoned, but then they learned that the Emperor had ordered that all cities with more than 20,000 inhabitants be set aflame to teach the rebels a lesson.

While recovering from his wounds in a poorly-staffed Imperial Hospital in the port-town of Nurubi, he had learned that his own city of Masrid had been attacked as well, and his wife and 4 children had been killed in the flames. Sadened and enraged by this news, Khazin came up with a plan. As soon as he was released, he deserted the army and commandeered a small boat. He took the boat 20 miles away to the port-town of Esperanza, where he took a transport vessel to the city of Hannibalia. Once there, he had joined the crew of the Raging Fury, a pirate vessel commanded by Captain Osman. They raided Imperial vessels until one day the ship was attacked by an Imperial Battleship and was sunk. The sole-survivor of the ship, Khazin was rescued by the crew of the Sharkonia, which was commanded by Captain Drachmi.

While serving as a mid-shipman on the Sharkonia, Khazin learned that all the revolts had been crushed and over 40 million people were dead. This had outraged many of the people in the provinces other than Carthage, and piracy had grown to a huge proportion. However, this wasn't normal piracy. These pirates did not target civilians, or plunder the weak. They attacked only Imperial Naval Vessels and ships that were sent to attack them. These pirates formed loosed federations, the most famous being the The Blue Rogues, based in Hannibalia. These pirates are famous for their brave attacks against Imperial Targets, including three raids on Carthage itself. The Hasultan has been ordered to crack-down on the Blue Rogues, but while he makes it look like he is, he secretly aids them.

When captain Drachmi died, control of the ship somehow got into the hands of Khazin. As soon as he took command, the ship joined the Blue Rogues and Khazin quickly rose through the ranks of the federation, eventually becoming a member of The Council, a group of 25 captains who run the organization. He had become famous for his attacks on Imperial Battleships, and he had even sunk the Flagship of the Western Mediterranean fleet, the C.I.S. Raven, the fourth most powerful ship in the Empire and one of the top 25 ships in the world. Although his ship had almost been destroyed once, he had taken the chance to upgrade the ship from a medium frigate to a cruiser. Although things had been going fine so far in the last 4 years, the council would now meet to decide one of it's greatest attacks ever.

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Captain Khazin stepped off the landing ship and took a deep breath. The smells of delicious foods were everywhere, as it was food day at the Bazaar. Hundreds of merchants lined the Great Square as thousands of shoppers checked out the goods. As Khazin walked through the crowd, he saw foods that he had never even heard of. Yet another reason why the Empire must be stopped Khazin thought to himself. If they suceed in their plans, many cultures will be destroyed by their ambitions. When he reached the other side of the square, a robed man walked up to him and said "10:00, at the Happy Sultan inn." and walked off. "Ahh, Ismael, you were never one to talk long" muttered the captain as he walked back to his ship to inform his crew.

OOC: Yes, I know. 5 years is a big leap. But that original revolt seemed so, y'know, un-original, that this would be an interesting twist.

OOC: Mind if I help chase the pirates? You could mistake a Cottish corvette/frigate/destroyer/cruiser for a Carthaginian and attack/sink it. It could be a cool RP...

OOC: Mind if I help chase the pirates? You could mistake a Cottish corvette/frigate/destroyer/cruiser for a Carthaginian and attack/sink it. It could be a cool RP...

OOC: Okay, but just to let ye know the Government are the bad guys O_o.

I'll work on it later. I gotta sleep(sk00l :()

The ICS Ancient were the oldest vessel in active service in the Imperial Cottish Navy. She were one of the few remaining Charles F. Adams class destroyers in the world, and although modernized, she was no real match for the more modern ships sailing the seas.

http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/ship/ddg-20-dvic139.jpg

She carried aboard a very small supply of 'Lance' SSMs and 'Javelin' SAMs, in addition to plenty ammo for her two 5-inch guns. She was really just still active for show, something that was reflected in her crew. They rarely fired off any weapons. To be frank, they weren't too sure if her structural integrity could handle any more gunfire. After all, she had more then 50 years behind her in the active fleet.

Her captain was Lieutenant Commander Bert Greg, a cocky and arrogant bastard who thought he was better then anyone else, including the Emperor. That was why he was in command of this ancient vessel. Under him, he had 382 souls. All of whom only knew how to stand in attention and keep their clothes clean. They knew zilch of how to keep the ship in fighting order. Right now, LtCmdr Greg were on the bridge, daydreaming of how he could make his name famous to the whole of Cotland. Around him, crew were loitering around, thinking of which film that would be shown on the PlayBoy channel tonight or how they could rob the officers booze. In fact, they failed to check the radar for incoming ships.