NationStates Jolt Archive

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"Mr. President..."
"What is it General Armand?"
"I have a plan..."

Armand, a young, blonde man with a predator's grin and thin, black rimmed glasses layed out a map before Putin.

"Sir, Mother Russia has been assailed constantly by Tsarists, Mafiosi, Communists, etc. We've managed to make an economic recovery despite this, but our reports indicate President Nursultan A. Nazarbayev's regime is begining to crumble. This could be very bad news, since we rely heavily on Kazakhstani oil and we use them to suppress the tide of Islamic extremism."
"The chekists confirm this?"
"Yes. The KGB believes that Nazarbayev's regime is increasingly unstable. The fact is, he is simply a carry over from the old Communist regimes, and has continued to rule as a corrupt dictator. However, his oil funds are not keeping up with the increasing military debt, and a mix of Islamic sentiment and Russian nationalism is bubbling to the surface. When Kazakhstan was conquered by Russia in the 18th century, a huge influx of Russians poured into that nation, and they still maintain their Russian identity. That is one of Kazakhstan's main problems: few view themselves as Kazakhstanis. Most believe themselves to be either Muslims or Russians. We can use this to our advantage. Our military and financial support has been the only thing keeping Nazarbayev in power since the fall of the Union. In essence, Kazakhstan remains our puppet. We can use this instability to tighten our hold, and incorporate Kazakhstan into Mother Russia!"

Putin waved him off.

"I am no dictator, Armand. A conquest of Kazakhstan would have to be accompanied by a referendum."
"The Russians would surely support reunification!"
"Kazakhstan is 53.4% Kazakh, General."
"Yes, but Kazakhstani nationalism is not something that has really emerged. As I said before, they can be divided into two groups, Muslims and Russians. This can be split between Christian and Muslim religions. Both stand at about 47%."
"Half the country! That is half the country that will oppose us, General!"
"Not if we purge them..."
"This is madness general! Madness! Purging?"
"Filthy infidel dogs..."
"Silence! If you have no reasonable solution, we will have to let them sort it out on its own..."
"But what if...we offer peacekeeping?"
"What do you mean?"
"Nudge them into a collapse, and then come in as 'peacekeepers.' Through humanitarian operations, we can win over some of the Muslims, and gain popular support..."
"Hmm...Where is The Boss? Is this militarily feasible?"

The Boss, a proud, stern woman with silver hair (although she's not old) and white combat armor, stood in the doorway.

"Boss! My old friend! What do you think of this plan? We can bring democracy to Kazakhstan, and power to us!"
"The basic idea is sound, sir. But we are going to have to pull of a pretty good deception to get this to work, Vlad."
"That is why I am hiring a new Director of the KGB. Come in, Arnold."

The trio stared as the door to Putin's office was smashed open. A massive, gigantic, smiling Austrian mand strode in, weraing a bulging leather jacket.

"Ja, my name eez Ahnnuld. Ahnuld Schwarzenegger. I am heer for dee job as Directornator of dee KGB, ja?"
"Hello, my name is Vladimir Putin, President of Russia."

Arnold shook hands mightily with Putin, crushing his hand. Putin smiled, then performed a jujitsu maneuver tow twist Arnold's arm.

"How do you like dem apples?"
"Not much, actually. YAAAHH!"

Arnold hurled Putin towards a wall, and pulled the gatling gun off of his back.

"HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!"

He fired bullet after bullet into Putin, sending him hurtling behind a desk in a shower of red. Armand and The Boss simply looked on in horror as a bloodied Putin rose up, blasting a single shot into the skull of Arnold, causing them both to collapse. The Boss ran over to Putin's side, eyes full of tears.

"Vlad? Vlad! VLAD! What the hell is going on? No...Don't..."

Suddenly, Putin began to laugh, as did Arnold.

"What?"

Vladimir and Arnold stood up, placing their arms around each other's shoulders, and laughing hysterically.

"You have the job, Arnold my friend. I can always judge a man from his paintball skills."
"JA! That was very entertaining. Now, when do I start?"
"How about right now? Here's the Kazakhstan plan..."

As Putin explained the plan to Arnold, The Boss and Armand stood, dumbfounded and furious.

Together, they conspired a complete plan for Russian control of Kazakhstan, starting with a phone call by Putin.

"Mr. Nazarbayev?"
"Yes?"
"It's over."
"What?"
"The people hate you, your expenses are too high, and the military is about to revolt. You can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way, you flee to Russia, hand over the government, and live the rest of your corrupt little life in a pretty little mansion. The hard way, I kill you."
"It doesn't seem like I have much of a choice. When do I leave?"
"Now would be good."
"Wha?"
Click!
"It begins."
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PRESIDENT NAZARBAYEV FLEES!

After heavy pressure and discontent within Kazakhstan, the President, who has held dictatorial power for decades, fled to an unknown location today. The Russian government has stepped in has been handed control of the government by the fleeing President, and is attempting to to maintain peacekeeping operations. The Russian ethnics in the nation generally are supportive, happy that the corrupt regime of Nazarbayev has been eliminated and hoping for true democracy. Fifty thousand soldiers deployed in the Cosmodrome have begun spreading through the rest of the country, and several thousand more are expected to move in from the northern border. Resistance is expected to be heavy from Islamic members of Kazakhstan, and the government has intensified efforts to increase humanitarian aid, including education, medicine, food, and human rights efforts.


OOC: A few things.
1. I am NOT godmodding. I've researched this quite a bit, and have been intent on doing it for quite a while. Kazakhstan is currently basically a client state of Russia, with a corrupt dictator. I'm taking the example of Ukraine and Krgzystan, with the collapse of former Soviet republic dictators, but with a twist. Here, Russia is encouraging the coming of democracy, and hoping to use it to its advantage.
2. As a result of Russia's long time domination of Kazakhstan, there is a significant Russian descended population there. Indeed, one of Kazakhstan's main failures is its inability to foster nationalism. Therefore, it is not unplausible that the Russian population of Kazakhstan wishes to rejoin Russia.
3. Of course, a much different story goes for the Islamic section of Kazakhstan. I don't know how that will be settled, but I'm hoping my humanitarian blitrzkreig will win enough their support in an upcoming referendum to gain a majority approval.
4. I need someone to RP Islamic resistance. The army is split between Russians and Muslims, so both sides can count on support from the army. Rogue Muslim generals will probably lead the resistance.

Bump!

Bump!

The Kingdom of France gives its unabashed support to Russia in this endevor.
His Majesty Louis XX is always happy to see the forces of reactionism level democracy, and is heartened to see that Russia has rejected the false principles of pacifism and popular soverignty.

Of course Versailles is still aware that Russias President Putin claims to be a man of the people or some such rubbish, but secretly the French monarchy and aristocracy is delighted that the Holy Leauge has influenced Russia ipso facto in such a manner that Putin is slowly but surely trying on crowns for his own head. The telegraph would read:

"Kudos, Putin, imperialize the whole damned central continent, and God be with you! When you become man enough, indeed humble enough before God, to wear a crown, call Tsar Wingert. He has some family he can fix you up with."

OOC:
very nice and perfectly feasible, perhaps you might want to add some roving ex taliban/muslim extremists making inroads in the south of the nation for soem spice (and the excuse to level a few towns with FAE missiles from your Tu160s).

yes that might well be ripping off "Air Battle Force" by Dale Brown, but you won't have the americans interfering with thier Tinman super soldiers, laser armed B-52s, robot B-1s, Stealth UCAVs and all Dale's other bits of Super high tech US silliness

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The Cosmodrome

"Erm."
"Hm?"
"Where's everybody gone?"
"Captain's gone to find out. Cleared off while we were down."

The Gelert Sentinels protecting Igovian interests in extracting from Kazakhstan just about every last scribbled note and oily bolt of the Russian space programme and shifting it to Victoria and Salvador had been fairly single minded in their mission. Nobody was thinking about a national collapse, just worrying about the slight possibility of Moscow deciding that it didn't like the way Portmeirion had decided to lift away the old space programme. The commandos were surprised to hear of the President's flight, but not espcially sad about that fact at face value.

Many of the hundred or so Sentinels were soon captivated by reports indicating a desire for, "true democracy" and were clamouring to be allowed out to meet with such enlightened revolutionaries. Their Captain, however, maintained that it was best to stick to orders to stay on the base (Igovians put only so much stock in orders, even those who give them do so with a good sense of how little weight they carry). "Don't get excited, comrades, we're hearing from Kazakhstani and Russian sources at the moment: so far as they're concerned, representative dictatorship passes for democracy, it's probably nothing more than that." The Captain said.

"Then Moscow's moving in like damn Bolsheviks... all the more reason for us to get out there and consult with the people!" Cried a recruit.

The mood was uneasy as Portmeirion tried to gather sufficient information to advise an early extraction of the Sentinels if it seemed best.

OOC: I'll post more on here later, but I'll note one thing: my government is not a representative dictatorship. I make frequent references to congress, after all, and any invasion plans will be authorized by them. However, I need someone to RP the resistance. I don't want this to be some random land grab. I need somebody with Mujahadeen style experience.

The Russians can fully expect Roycelandia's support in their endeavours to incorporate Kazakhstan into the Russian Empire...

OOC: Mujahadeen eh?

IC

Area of Ozero Balkhash, North of Almaty

The distant mountains were silver and cobalt and jet.They flashed like jewels in the golden rays of the declining sun that caused the ebbing waters of the lake to sparkle. The landscape, utter wilderness of arid lands eventualy giving way to snowy peaks, beautiful in its remoteness, terrifying in its vastness.

The base lay where the road ground upward from a dusty plain. For years the red banner had flown above it. Its guard towers once manned by the elite of the Soviet Guards Corp. For a while, after they left, the flagpole had remained bare. Then, one night it had dissappeared, leaving only a wrenched-off stub embedded in concrete.

Now the bunkhouses stood mostly empty. Armour, heavy trucks, howitzers, small arms waited in forlorn rows on the dusty ground. The guards hastily organised by a defacto government of the psuedo-independent state, lacked pay, morale, and training. The tanks, the artillery tubes, the other weapons, largely unaccounted for on government inventories, like much else in this wreckage of a great empire, their status was unknown.

The base commander was eating rice and lamb shashlik by the light of a kerosene lamp when his subordinate, a captain, barged in without notice. The Captain explained in great distress that a jeep and two personnel who had been sent out on leave, had failed to return. The Commander nodded, desertion was not uncommon, and he was impotent to act.

Suddenly, the wodden prefabricated hut jolted on its flimsy foundations, as several hundred yards away, a chunk of high explosive ripped a section of permiter fencing to shreds. "Quick, sound the alarm!" This was a futile effort, the alarm panel was dead, outside power was sporadic at best, and there was no diesel for the base's generators.

The Captain rushed from the building, now he could see quite clearly, that it was too late for action, his eyes simply watched as rifle wielding rough riders on more than a hundred horses stormed through the gap. Dark green bandanas hid their faces, and in constant unison, the words 'Allahu Akbar' erupted from the mouths of the enemies. A few soldiers in threadbare Soviet uniforms emerged from a guardhouse, firing AK potshots from the hip, before being cut down by the skilled marksmanship of the Islamists.

Some of the warriors then dismounted, grabbing automatic weapons from the men they had killed and rushed into the barracks buildings, tossing in grenades, and ruthlessly killing all they found. Most of the base's small garrison were slaughtered, and the few that escaped, without vehicles would probably die before they could reach civilisation, days way.

Less than an hour later Dr. Al Shatar, a foreigner, surveyed their finds, noting gratefully to Allah, that they had now found proper equipment to carry on their struggle. The local Mujahdeen leader was skillful, and he had chosen a faithful band of warriors to assist. After all, according to what he had heard on the battery operated radio a few days before, he was faring better than his comrades in Muscat, who he had left only months before.

OOC: Thanks, UE. I'll get more in later, but you should note that you can probably count on a significant portion of the military deserting to your side.

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Would it be unfeasible or improper for a force of Hindustani paras to make an entrance, perhaps to support their Igovian allies in the Cosmodrome?

OOC: No. The major concenration of Russian troops is IN the cosmodrome. And I don't plan to harm the Bedgellens in any way. Unless the Hindustani's want to simply be peacekeepers, then they can come. But you'll need permission, or heavy AA will rip you to shreds.

With a heavy heart, popular congress decides to suspend plans for all overseas military and economic operations beyond those already underway. It is a humbing indication that the force projection capabilities of the Russian mafia and El Loto Pacifico exceed those of the HDF.

However, it is hoped that this move will allow operations already underway to be consolidated and reinforced. With some luck, the offensive against AUC and FARC elements in Colombia will cripple those two organizations enough to end their status as a threat to reforms. Local victories will hopefully provide bases from which to launch operations in neighboring countries, and over time this strategy will pay off.

The merit of this idea is far from certain, but it reflects the current 'we must screw them, and quickly' attitude in Hindustan.

-Kazakhstan-

“Now the world don’t move to the beat of just one drum, what might be right for you, may not be right for some!”
“Shut up foo’!”
“A man is born, he’s a man of names. Then along come two, they got nothin’ but the dreams!”
“FOO! Shut up crazy foo, or I’m gonna teach you da meanin’ of PAIN, sucka!”
“But they got, diff’rent strokes! It takes, diff’rent strokes, it takes, diff’rent strokes to move the wooorld!”
“Dammit, crazy foo, concentrate on yo’ drivin’!”
“Everybody’s got a special kind of story, everybody finds a way to shiiine!”
“MURDOCK! Enough jibba-jibba! Stop dancing inside da dam Jeep!”
“It don’t mattah that you got, not a lot! So what? They’ll have theirs, you’ll have yours and I’ll have miiiiine! And together we’ll be fine!”
“AHHHH! LOOK OUT—“
”It takes diff’rent strokes to move the world!”
“-FO’-“
”Yes it does!”
“-DAT-“
”It takes diff’rent strokes to move the WOOOORLD!”
“-TREEEEE!”

CRASH!

“Now look wacthoo done, crazy foo Murdock!”
“Hey, I like Diff’rent Strokes. Gary Coleman is my hero!”
“Gary Coleman is a disgrace to da black race! Now shut up and get dis dang vehicle fixed!”

Mr. T’s mohawked and bearded face formed into a grimace as he purveyed the scene. Murdock, a short, white, brown mulleted man with a deranged smile, rushed around the smashed jeep, fixing it as quickly as he demolished it, using only a wrench.

It was official. The A-Team was back!

Of course, there mission was not only limited to Kazakstan...

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“BRILLIANT! BRILLIANT!”
“What eez is eet, Armand?”

General Armand Domalewski, military commander of the Russian military, paced the room excitedly, as large plasma TV screens displayed troop movements throughout the nation of Kazakhstan. Over the recent weeks, the Russian contingent in the Baikonur Cosmodrome had begun to secure southern Kazakhstan, and Battle Master Tank divisions had rolled in from Russia to begin secure the northern region.

“Amazing...We encountered almost no resistance from the Kazakhstani Army! In fact, some of them have greeted us as liberators, with sweets and flowers! Local elections are already being held! This was pathetically easy!”

The massive Director Of The KGB, Arnold Schwarzenegger frowned.

“No...Something’s not right. Look at dees. The armory’s are almost all looted. Most of the ammunition eez gone, the Islamic half of zee Kazakhstani Army has melted away, and several outposts of the Kazakhstani Army have been attacked. If we do not act now, we could seize zee country only to deal with a larger resistance. I recommend we fully and slowly inspect every city, every house, for potential enemies.”
“Nonsense, Arnold! We must march for the capital!”
“But our forces will become spread too thin!”
“The Islamists are weak fools! We can seize the capital in two days, start having elections in months! Now quiet, I must prepare for the military parade in the Kazakhstani capital. Don’t worry, my friend. Everything will be fine...”

And how wrong he would be...

OOC: It’s all layed out for ya, UE...Basically, what I’m planning is one major conventional battle in Ayaguz, and then an Iraq-style post-war insurgency kind of thing...

BUMPola, b***es!

BUMPin' all night long!

BUMP till ya can't bump no more!

Don't panic I'll post here, probably on Monday...