NationStates Jolt Archive

Since the collapse of the Mississippian Federation and Roach-Busters's annexation of Botswana and Zimbabwe, there had been random, sporadic, mild acts of vandalism, intimidation, mischief, and harassment in the countryside by extremist Mississippians who opposed the occupation of "their" land by a foreign power. What they opposed most of all was RB's elimination of all racialist and racist laws that the totalitarian Fabus regime had imposed on Botswana and Zimbabwe with an iron fist. They also opposed the new States' rigid, uncompromising secularism, a far cry from the Calvinist theocracy that had prevailed before. With the collapse of the Mississippian Federation and the fading into obscurity of Kahta, it seemed that the plague of Fabusism was dead at last.

It was not.

In the countryside, extremist fascists, fanatical pro-Nazi racists, funamentalist Calvinist theocrats, ultra-nationalist Mississippians, and others had formed a new terrorist organization called White Knights for the Liberation of Africa (WKLA). They committed the most barbarous, appalling, inhumane, and sadistic atrocities against the indigenous black population: rape, 'necklacing,' decapitation, dismemberment, disemboweling, and acts of depravity too shocking for words. These were not a bunch of random, militarily-incompetent hicks, either; they were experts in guerrilla warfare, highly proficient with most types of weapons, and adopted ingenious, unpredictable strategies, striking when and where they were least expected to strike. They mobilized and attacked quickly and then dispersed, managing to elude RB's security forces.

The death toll so far was: 1,317 natives, 37 RB security forces, 508 RB citizens

There was no end in sight.

Just the other day, WKLA guerrillas had herded over seventy schoolchildren into a building, barricaded the doors, then set the building on fire, burning alive everyone inside. When police finally arrived, they were greeted by smoldering, smoking debris, the incapacitating, wretched odor of burning bodies, a Missippian flag, and a note written in blood: We, the White Knights for the Liberation of Africa will deliver this land from you Godless betrayers of Fabusism into the God-fearing hands of the Mississippians!

In a televised speech, First Lady Thiensiri Theveenugul denounced the Mississippians as "rapscallions, parasites, and murderous scum," and called on all nations to render as much aid as they feasibly could to "stamp out the rampant curse of racism in Africa, so once again people of all races can co-exist harmoniously."

Public Declaration/Communication
To: Roach-Busters Governmental Authority
From: Dostanuot Loj Governmental Headquarters
Subject: Aid

It is such a sad day when people resort to low, underhanded tactics such as I have heard from your nation. My condolances, and those of my brothers and sisters, the people of Dostanuot Loj, go out to the families of those who have recieved harm from these terrorist actions.
My nation will pledge a sum of $1,000,000,000 USD in relief for those affected. We are afraid it is not much, but we will do what we can.
As simmilar threats of viloence have shown themselves in my own nation, amongst a simmilar population living within our borders, I am willing to pledge forces to the assistance of your own, to crush this terrorist group once and for all. If approved, we will deply Special Operations teams from Rogue, SOCTI, and Enkidu divisions to wherever needed, to fight those with no hearts.

Again, please accecpt my deepest sympathies for those lost. I shal pray at the alter to Ereshkiga for them tonight.

- Head of State,
Feild Marshal Peshtur Namtar

Public Declaration/Communication
To: Roach-Busters Governmental Authority
From: Dostanuot Loj Governmental Headquarters
Subject: Aid

It is such a sad day when people resort to low, underhanded tactics such as I have heard from your nation. My condolances, and those of my brothers and sisters, the people of Dostanuot Loj, go out to the families of those who have recieved harm from these terrorist actions.
My nation will pledge a sum of $1,000,000,000 USD in relief for those affected. We are afraid it is not much, but we will do what we can.
As simmilar threats of viloence have shown themselves in my own nation, amongst a simmilar population living within our borders, I am willing to pledge forces to the assistance of your own, to crush this terrorist group once and for all. If approved, we will deply Special Operations teams from Rogue, SOCTI, and Enkidu divisions to wherever needed, to fight those with no hearts.

Again, please accecpt my deepest sympathies for those lost. I shal pray at the alter to Ereshkiga for them tonight.

- Head of State,
Feild Marshal Peshtur Namtar

To: The Honorable Field Marshall Peshtur Namtar
From: First Lady Thiensiri Theveenugul
Subject: Aid

From the bottom of my heart, I thank you deeply for your generous aid. The aid you provided will be used to build orphanages to protect children who lost parents to these monsters. It will also be used to purchase food and medicine, hire workers to build new shelters for the homeless, and hire more security guards to keep pacified areas safe. If you wish to send your Special Operations team, you are more than welcome to do so. We'll need all the help we can get eliminating these heartless, savage monsters.

On behalf of or humble nation of Nedalia, we are deeply troubled by the hatred that stems from the blood of the WKLA and the horrible crimes against humanity they have commited. We might be able to help.

Within our small but growing army, we have the highly secretive Nedalia Guerilla Militia, which is as deadly as it is secretive. Highly skilled in the art of Guerilla warfare, I cannot think of any army that can defeat this group in their specialized field. We are willing to dispatch 1,000 NGM soldiers to eradicate, efficiently, the WKLA. We await your prompt reply.

Dewars Strand
Minister of Foreign Affairs

OOC: Working on a project, this will be short for the moment.

Restricted Training Grounds: Special Operations Base, Jericho City

"You call those pushups! My grandmother can do better then that! And she's ninety!" Captian Tabni-Ishtar screamed at her recruits, who were depreratly trying to complete a bout of pushups while her and her team sprayed water at them from a hose. "Faster!" She screamed at them, as she paced back and forth infront of the line of recruits.

"Captian!" Came a faint call from behind her. Captian Tabni-Ishtar turned around to face the sound, a Sergent in dress uniform came walking up, stopping a little ways from the group. The Captian walked away from the recruits, motioning to her second in command to take over.

"Yes Sergent?" Was her only reply as she looked over the Sergent, eyeing his clean pressed uniform as he avoided the dirt, her flat black uniform covered in mud and still wet on the legs.
"You're back on combat duty Captian, get your men ready because top says you ship out within the week." Was all the Sergent said, eyeing the dirt on the Captians uniform.
"Where to, and what about my recruits?" Was all she said, glancing back to the men finishing up their pushups in the muddy feild.
"A new team will take over their training, so don't worry. As for where, you're being shipped to, you're off to South Central Africa, to help put down a terrorist rebellion." The Sergent said, turning to walk away.
"Great.. what fun." The Captian muttred to herself, walking back to her team to deliver the news.

On behalf of or humble nation of Nedalia, we are deeply troubled by the hatred that stems from the blood of the WKLA and the horrible crimes against humanity they have commited. We might be able to help.

Within our small but growing army, we have the highly secretive Nedalia Guerilla Militia, which is as deadly as it is secretive. Highly skilled in the art of Guerilla warfare, I cannot think of any army that can defeat this group in their specialized field. We are willing to dispatch 1,000 NGM soldiers to eradicate, efficiently, the WKLA. We await your prompt reply.

Dewars Strand
Minister of Foreign Affairs

Please send them as soon as possible.

-First Lady Thiensiri Theveenugul

We of the Reunited States of America are horrified that these hypocrites still exist....we shall send five teams of Lighthorses (250 SpecOps men altogether, they're quite good), led by Gen. Stuart herself, to fight these thugs. We did not fight a Civil War and a World War to see them come back.....

Jake Featherston IV
President
Reunited States of America

We are shocked at these events and wish to sent 750 men of the RGSDG.

The Socialist States of the Ankhmeti Union wish to state out hatred of the racist scum, and offer Roach-Busters the use of a company of Spetznatz special forces.

"SHIT! I MISSED A FEW! 1 company of Skorpion Raiders on the way."-The Great Leader Li.

We thank everyone for their support.

-Thiensiri Theveenugul

(OOC: You guys can RP your forces fighting some WKLA, if you'd like.)

The 120 member company of Skorpions, 40 Lizards and 80 humans/hybrids HALO jumped into Bostwana. They weren't too heavily armed, or armored. Each of the humans was carrying either an RCR-41 sniper rifle and a BR-2 Carbine, or a BR-1 Battle rifle with a grenade launcher. The Lizards were carrying 18x121mm assault rifles and 4 barreled ATGM launchers.

They first came upon a band of WKLA members raiding a small village...

We are shocked, but can do nothing at the moment.

-Shah Khosru III

The 6 C-130's that flew from Eq. Guinea soon reached Botswana.

Aboard the lead C-130, Linda Stuart was giving her last-minute pep talk to the Lighthorse team aboard.

"Alright, boys and girls! Today, we get to fight some upstarts. Some punk-ass bitches named the White Knights for the Liberation of Africa. They're like those drunks at a party that won't leave, they still think that Roger Fabus'll save their sorry asses. Well, we'll show 'em."

"We're gonna paradrop into Botswana, tonight. We're gonna find those bitches, tonight. And, we're gonna show them who's boss."

"You get me!"

They yelled, "Yes, Mistress Linda!"

They called her that as a token of affection, throught her campaigns in Africa and West Virginia, she had displayed an uncanny ability to survive in the most dangerous of circumstances and to rally troops, even in the worst of times.

She then said, "Now, go do that voodoo, that you do, so well!"

The door opened, and the Lighthorses dropped into the Botswanan bush.

Their Jeeps arriving with them, they hopped on and began hunting for WKLA.

WKLA members, in beaten up Mississippian era Hummers, were stealing, plundering and lighting things on fire.

Not for long.

The Lizards unleashed their ATGMs from 6km, destroying many of the Hummers. Meanwhile, the Lizards ran up, and opened fire at 3km with their 18x121mm assault rifles, killing many WKLA members.

A G80, flying overhead, dropped a few VBLs and military motorbikes for the humans, while the Lizards ran alongside.

The Lighthorses found a platoon of WKLA terrorizing a family of Botswanans.

Gen. Stuart yelled to them: "Hey c**ksuckers!"

The men turned and yelled: "Who the hell are you!?"

Stuart unsheathed a katana and yelled, "Your worst nightmare, bitches! CHARGE!"

The Lighthorses surrounded the WKLA, like Indians in a Western. They poured fire onto the WKLAers, taking them all out, and running after the stragglers with their Jeeps and taking them out.

Stuart then walked up to the Family, who asked, 'Who are you?"

She then said, "General Linda James Ewell Brown Stuart. 1st Company, 1st Chapter, Reunited States Army Special Forces, or, the Lighthorses."

The family was puzzled, but then said, "Thanks."

She then asked: "Are there any more men?"

The man who was leading the family across country said, "Well, we're fleeing our village....it was razed by those demons. They slit people's throats, and then hung.....OH GOD!"

He broke down, crying.

Stuart said, "Now, now. You shall be avenged. Your village shall be avenged. No quarter asked or given to these motherf**kers."

She turned to her men and said, "Got it!?"

They yelled: "Yes, Mistress Linda!"

The family then directed them to their village....when the Horses got there, they were horrified. Men beheaded, women and chuldren lynched, houses burned, animals left to die.

One of the men noticed some tire tracks.

"Mistress! They've got Hummers.....they've gone northwest."

She said, "Men, bury these people.....and let us go after them, before they can hurt anybody else."

The men complied, burying the victims. Then, they moved out.....

When the RALMers got to the 2nd villiage...

All they saw were dead WKLA's scattered everywhere, most were shot through with holes, or torn to pieces by explosions, some appeared to have been ripped to pieces....

A company of Spetznatz troopers moved silently through the night. One was armed with a Snaiperskaya Dragunova rifle, the rest carried AK-74SU rifles fitted with silencers.
The troops moved up to a village near the border rumoured to hold White Knights. With a silent exchange of hand signals the troopers moved in. The sniper stayed at the top of a hill half a mile from the town, watching the racist knights going about their business. The rest approached the outskirts.

One of the Knights saw a flash in the distance, but only for a second. The man next to him was splattered with bone and grey matter as the head of the knight collapsed. Suddenly the town was ablaze, with flashes of gunfire seen everywhere. WKLA's shot at each other in the confusion, as the Spetznatz troopers silently moved tyhrough the houses, dropping grenades through the windows a firing short bursts into the faces of WKLA men.

Within half an hour it was over. The Spetznatz troopers painted their unit insignia on the face of the lead WKLA officer and moved on, still in deathly silence.

When the RALMers got to the 2nd villiage...

All they saw were dead WKLA's scattered everywhere, most were shot through with holes, or torn to pieces by explosions, some appeared to have been ripped to pieces....

Gen. Stuart mumbled, "Somebody got to them before we did."

One of the men knelt down and said, "Look! Lizard tracks!"

Stuart then said, "Lizardmen, eh? Hmm....we'd better move quickly, or they'll take all the credit."

She then ordered them to move out.

Along the way, she spotted two companies of WKLA moving in the bush.

She ordered the Lighthorses to halt. Peering through binoculars, she could see them moving.....they were heavily armed, they had mortars, AK's, and all kinds of light infantry equipment. They also had gruesome "souvenirs" from their last raids, and hostages.

She quietly ordered the Horses to deploy mortars and snipers: snipers to hit the men guarding the hostages, mortars to kill the rest.

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Meanwhile, the WKLA men were moving slowly across the bush, with several black women and children in tow as hostages. They were moving to attack another village, to prove their point to the Reprobate. The leader of the convoy vowed even if it took the burning of every village, he would win...

But he did not realize his fate. He stopped to notice a whining sound....and screamed "MORTARS!"

The sound of shells exploding all over shook him to the core. His men were taken by surprise, many were now rendered to shreds. Survivors moved to take firing positions, and use the hostages as human shields.

But these men guarding the hostages were soon killed by snipers. Snipers with Barrett .50cal rifles to be exact. The hostages tried to run as their captors perished in a messy end.

The rest of the group was in a mess, the commander furiously tried to rally his men. But soon, they saw a most odd sight. A warrior woman on a Jeep, screaming: "LIGHTHORSES, CHARGE! HAKKAA PAALLE!"

One of the WKLA men knew what those last words meant. They were Finnish for "hack them down"- a grisly cry that was made manifest when her cohorts charged the company, attacking the WKLA men with rifle and MG fire, and grenades.

The result was death. As the commander witnessed, his men were falling, they were running, but they could not escape death from the Woman or her cohorts.

The last thing he saw was the Woman driving her sword into his chest.....

OOC: Cleared this with RB.

IC: 2 days later
Research Station One: Orbiting near the Equator

"Tripple Check that EVERYTHING, and I mean EVERYTHING is stowed properly!" Lieutenant Hillalum repeated for the fifth time that hour, while he checked that his own equipment was properly stowed in the RV-2. He didn't like freefall, and couldn't wait to get back onto land.
"Lieutenant, get everyone strapped in, we drop in five." Captian Tabni-Ishtar said, pulling her way accross the room to him.
"Aye aye mam." He replied, turning back to the four other soldiers in the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, take your places, we're in for a non stop ride to Irkalla!"
The four others in the room looked up from their now finished tasks, repaeting together as they floated there, "Ohh-Ra!"

The six of them scrambled to their places amongst the 2 RV-2 Orbital Reentry Vehicles, capable of only carrying 3 soldiers each with gear. The small, cheap vehicle would bring them in for a bareable landing outside a village thought to be supporting the WKLA in Zimbabwe, and with any luck they'd be there before the WKLA knew what happened.
Two technitions from Fleet floated in through the airlock, one moving to each craft as they securely strapped each soldier in and gave them a good luck pat on the helmet before exiting the room once again, sealing it behind them.
Captian Tabni-Ishtar clicked on her microphone, now sealed inside the RV-2, "Ready when you are boys." Was all she said to the Fleet technitions who would drop them.
"Bring upon them the wrath of the gods." Was the response she heard, everyone heard it, and a grin began to creem accross the faces of each soldier. Then the countdown started.
"Dropping you in, five."
Small vacume pumps could be heard, slowly sucking the air from the specially designed room.
"four,"
Now, silence as no air outside of their sealed RV-2 was in the room, a faint vibration of the station rotating was all they felt.
"three,"
A sudden bump, the airlocks letting go and opening, allowing the underside of both crafts to be exposed to the coldness of space, down below was the South Atlantic, comming up on Africa.
"two,"
The lights inside the RV-2 shut off, only the internal displays of each soldiers helmet was breaking the complete darkness. Everyone held their breath.
"one, drop."
It hit like an artillery shell, the small explosive devices designed to seperate the RV-2 from the station and push them back to Earth. The sensation of Freefall lasted not long, as each craft began buffetting, plowing their way through the ever thickening atmosphere. The temperature inside the RV-2's began to warm up, but not too much, just enough to remind them that they were becomming a fireball.

The two craft streaked accross the night sky, fireballs leaving tails of smoke in their wake. Then the retro's kicked in, each craft slowed viloently down to a speed where the para-sail could deploy. As the para-sail deployed, a small display in each craft lit up, the display showed the heading, altuitude, and speed of each craft. Lieutenant Hillalum gulped, sure no one in his craft could hear him as his mic was turned off, and said a prayer to Inanna, asking for a safe mission.

Within moments the two craft had skidded to a halt, only a moment longer passing before the hatched burst open and the six members of Enkidu Team 3 jumped out, grebbing and assembeling their gear from the stowage compartment and regrouping. Each member knew what they were going to do, and each member was pumped full of adrenalin from that wild ride.
Before they moved out, South East towards the village only a few klicks away, Captian Tabni-Ishtar set the self destruct charges in each RV-2, in five minutes neither would be any more then a twisted pile of wreckage.
The team moved out quickly.

"They got the 'Hakkapellis' wrong."

"Hmm..."

"Now what? We can't just keep killing them? We have to find their base or something."

"Easier said than done."

"Damn."

From the Desk of Governor General Erwin Troda

The Avadrian/Europan government will not provide any aide, militarialy or financially, towards the forces looking to intervene in Africa or towards the WKLA. Sub-Saharan Africa is of little concern to us at the time being and we do not wish to lose men or money in this effort.

Governor General of Avadrian Europe
Field Marshal Erwin Troda

tag for later response but first, would I be aloud to give the WKLA some suport? Like supplies, training, exc, and would it be possible for me to rp the WKLA?

tag for later response but first, would I be aloud to give the WKLA some suport? Like supplies, training, exc, and would it be possible for me to rp the WKLA?

(OOC: Yes and yes. You can RP groups of them, but not WKLA as a whole. We'll both RP them.)

OOC: OK sounds great.

OOC: I'm trying something new.. making all communication by my soldiers in the native language of my country. The English translation will follow in brackets.
I'm doing this because I expect my team to meet up with some soldiers from another country sometime durring the RP, and only one of them can speak English.. so, best to prepare now.

IC:
The team moved silently through the woods, making a wide arc around the town to approach it from the opposite side they had come. They were spread out, using the brush for cover as Captian Tabni-Ishtar raised her hand in the signal to stop. Every soldier froze solid, keeping their eyes alert for anything that moved, but they were only three kilometers from the village, and by now they were sure the WKLA were using it for a depot.
"Dur-dub anse-ka.(Split up, teams move in)" Came silently over the secure radio, Captian Tabni-Ishtar's breathing barely audible as she spoke.
The three fire teams split up, they knew what to do and how to do it now.
Team 3, Lieutenant Ku-Baba and Sergent Arshaka, the sniper team, was the first to set up. They concealed themselves in some thick brush nearly 800m from the town centre, with a clear view right down the main road. As they relaxed themselves, their ghillie suits covering every aspect of their body and weapons, Lieutenant Ku-Baba gave a simple click of her microphone to signal her readyness. She then took a deep breath, setting her SR-3 rifle on it's short bipod, and sighting down the barrell. She watched the area for a few minutes, nothing but civillians moving about at night time, apparently some kind of feast. She could make out roasting meat, and a few large tables with people crowded around.
It took only a few minutes for the next two teams to move into postsion, each signaling this with a click of their microphone. They were ready, now all they had to do was wait for the right time.
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Nearly an hour had passed and Team 3 hadn't budged. Lieutenant Ku-Baba still stared into the town centre, watching the party wind down now, as Sergent Arshaka kept his eyes and ears open to anything around them.
Lieutenant Ku-Baba was beginning to think they had found the wrong town, no one in the town seemed armed, they were all civillians. Of course, she had not seen a single non-white person yet, it might still be the place. Then Arshaka nudged her and she turned her head slightly to face him, a trio of Hummers came driving down the road just 4 meters to their right, moving right past them and on into the town. She looked back through her sights, watching the vehicles as they stopped near the party, and fifteen armed men, all white also, got out. She watched some of the girls still at the party stand up and embrace some of the men, many of the civillians got up, greeting the new arivals openly. Not one of the armed men looked to be from any armed forces in the area, they had to be WKLA. She watched them interact, judging from the way everyone treated one man in particular that he was their commanding officer, and she kept her sights on him. Lieutenant Ku-Baba clicked her microphone softly again.
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Teams 1 and 2 had moved slowly up to an abandoned house, just on the outskirts of the small town. The town was so small there was really only one road between them and the town centre, and only a few dark houses.
Captian Tabni-Ishtar could hear the commotion of a party clearly, unable to make out what the people were saying though. Soon, the sound of engines joined the commotion, someone was driving into the area. She waited, keeping her teams still as she listened to both the party and her radio. Then she heard the soft click of Lieutenant Ku-Baba's microphone, their targets were in the area. She figured they had come in with the vehicles, and it was about time to move in. She clicked her mic softly back.
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Lieutenant Ku-Baba watched the man she figured was in charge walk around, he was probably in his thirties, as was the woman he was now escorting to an open space. The two people began to dance in the torch light of the town centre, smiling and seeming quite happy. Ku-Baba heard a soft reply click in her earphone, it was time to go to work. She tracked the couple another moment, watching the man's head bob up and down, he paused a minute, the end of a song probably, and she fired. The man's companion screamed in horror as the man's head split open before her and he fell lifeless to the ground, her scream drowned out the sound of the rifle nearly a kilometer away.
Ku-Baba watched the man drop, then adjusted her sight, targeting the first man to make the move of giving orders. A man of simmilar age started moving his arms around, yelling at the other men with guns as they scattered. She relaxed and squeezed the trigger again, and again this man's head split open, dropping his body to the ground.
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Teams 1 and 2 postsioned themselves on either sides of the abandoned building, Captian Tabni-Ishtar and Lieutenant Hillalum, leader of Team 2, both readied a flash grenade. They heard a woman scream and the faint report of a rifle, then seconds later they heard another shot, and they moved in. The two teams swept around the sides of the building, tossing their flas grenades into the midst of the crowd in the town centre. They rushed in, the redbeam lights on their rifles illuminating everything they needed to see as the armed men in the town struggled to regroup. Team 1 moved towards the Hummers, firing bursts from their DR-1's at anything that moved, they were under orders to eleminate the WKL with extreem prejudice, and that is what they were doing.

Team 2 rushed accross the main road into the houses on the other side of the town centre, Lieutenant Hillalum's DS-12 shotgun ringing out as he fired at the people nearest his team. He blew open the nearest door, stepping into some kind of store, as he took a gaurding postsion at the door. Sergent Amar-Sin, the other member of Team 2 fired a burst from his AGS-9 SAW, blowing out the window before he knelt behind the wall. He propped his SAW on the window sill, aimed into the largest group of people, comprised of both armed men and unarmed men and women, and he opened fire.

Team 1 neared the hummers, a man cam up from inside a building with a metal bar and swung for Captian Tabni-Ishtar's head, he dropped dead to the ground without a sound, the sniper was still at work. Captian Tabni-Ishtar and Sergent Amata, the other member of her team, moved against a wall paralell to the Hummers, they both switched their DR-1's fire contro to the built in 20mm grenade launcher, and took aim, firing a pair of grenades into each vehicle so that they were no longer usable.

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The firefight ended as the last man, a teenager carrying an AK-47, fell to the ground, dead. The smoking remains of three Hummers still burning, blood stained the dirt underfoot, and the smell of food still hung in the air.
After checking that everyone in the town was eleminated, Captian Tabni-Ishtar clicked on her mic, "Anse-ku. (Regroup)", was all she spoke before moving back the way Teams 1 and 2 had come, moving to the place they had split up.

Things were looking up, word had come in of a recent raid and it seemed it had gone off better than expected. The men who had conducted the raid were just then strolling home, biding their time for time was on their side. Things were going downhill elsewere in the country if the rumors that had been filtering into the camps were true, foreign troops were now fighting side by side with the RB bastards who lorded over them. Brigadier General Thomas Eichman spat out a thick stream of brown tobacco at the thought, good Mississippian tobacco, the kind that was running short these days. How could good civilized white men bend over to help n---rs? It was a shame but for now his plate was to full to worry much about it for now. He was proud of his men, after Mississippi had fallen they had all been in disarray, confused at what to do next and because of that RB got a free ride in. If it hadn’t been for the confusion he knew his men could have thrown back any invasion, how couldn’t they? They were the best out their and now they were once again mobilized to serve Mississippi. When the call went out they had risen up eagerly and now he had under him nearly 4,500 men stretched across northern Botswana. Scratching up weapons and equipment to arm them had been even easier than gathering them, the Fabuses had turned their country into one massive armory and armament factory. ATGM’s, SAM’s, small arms, MANPADs, motors, mines, explosives, they had it all, all except any heavy equipment. The men for the most part were ex-BSAAS and SRG with a smattering of other units and branches mixed in. It was a good bunch, a well trained bunch and one dedicated unit.

Today Eichman was going to personally lead an assault on a local RB garrison holed up in a small town along a main highway. The town, Nokaneng, wasn’t much but because it sat on the sole highway going up to Angola it had to have RB forces in it, or so they hoped. It was hoped there wouldn’t be many RB forces, anything over a few hundred and the mission wouldn’t go off well. It was an intricate mission that required a lot to go right to work but it was a step up from the smaller raids and they needed the propaganda boost such a mission would generate. Setting up on each side of the highway 30 men hid themselves and dug in. Behind them further back a motor crew zeroed in on the road. Once that was all done a single man was emplanted one the road, a heavy anti-vehicular mine. It wasn’t hard to hide it, with all the fighting the road had already been torn up and was potholed so all it took was placing the mine in a good sized pothole then filling it over. To make sure it wouldn’t be given away it would be radio detonated. On each side of the road two claymores were placed, hidden in the shrubbery. Further up and down the road spotters were put in place to watch the road. Sooner or later a RB military convoy would come down this road and when that happened, if it happened, the fun would start. Looking around he felt nothing but pride, his men were the best of the best and he would go straight up to the devil and ask for a light if they were at his side.


OOC: This good RB or should I change it, IE numbers, equipment? Anyways, RB you take the RP from here with the convoy coming down the road, however big you want the convoy, however many troops you want in the city exc.

OOC: Cont. from post 19.

IC:

Gen. Stuart surveyed the mess. Men were killed, and the hostages the WKLAers were carrying had to be reassured that they were not gonna be hurt.

Stuart then said:

"Leave these bodies here as an example, take their guns, watch for booby traps, see if there's gas.....gimme the body cards."

A man handed her a deck of cards with the Lighthorse symbol on it. She began throwing the cards onto the bodies, giving royal cards to officers and number cards to foot soldiers. Then, she walked up to a WKLA flag.

She pulled out a Zippo, and lit it on fire.

Then, after all recoverable guns and ammo had been picked up, and the survivng hostages were placed on the Jeeps, she said to the Horses, "Get the hostages, treat their wounds....ask them if they know anything. We're movin' out."

They did just that....

As several Pegasus transport entered the jungle where ALM was previously located, a mech was airlifted into the area of combat. There the mech unloaded several heavy armored infantry units. The Mech Pilot was none other then prime minister gyrobot. He then actived a radio transmition to the commander of the ALM team and said "this is alpha fox, we have airdropped into the jungle to protect any surviving village we wish to rendevous with you after we set up an effective defense line. Over and out"

OOC: If any of you are sending or already have forces into Northern Botswana please inform me.

As several Pegasus transport entered the jungle where ALM was previously located, a mech was airlifted into the area of combat. There the mech unloaded several heavy armored infantry units. The Mech Pilot was none other then prime minister gyrobot. He then actived a radio transmition to the commander of the ALM team and said "this is alpha fox, we have airdropped into the jungle to protect any surviving village we wish to rendevous with you after we set up an effective defense line. Over and out"

OOC: Our forces are in Botswana, which is technically bushlands (i.e. prairie).

IC:

Gen. Stuart radioed them: "This is General Linda James Ewell Brown Stuart. 1st Company, 1st Chapter, Reunited States Army Special Forces, or, the Lighthorses for short. We'd be happy to join up....we're in the Botswanan bush right now....give us your coordinates, we'll get there. Right now, we want to find the WKLA HQ in Botswana, and get these c**ksuckers before they murder anybody else."

OOC: If any of you are sending or already have forces into Northern Botswana please inform me.

OOC: I'm in North Central.

ooc; Well.. i'm in the South....

Holy shit, holy shit, what did I do…He was panting hard his breath coming irregularly while beads of sweat mixed in with the blood on his face. He was barely 18 years old, in the prime of his life but now he was running for his life. His arms flailed wildly at his side as he bolted across the Botswanan countryside he used to play on as a child. What he had just witnessed had driven him into a state of madness, his adrenaline was pumping giving him a high almost and because of that and shear fear of what was behind him he kept on running. When he reached his destination he collapsed from exhaustion, his adrenaline high did him no good here. He was the son of an ex-BSAAS officer and had followed his father to the insurgent camp against his mother’s wishes. He had been sent out on a raid to gain some experience, and he had gained a lot more experience than he ever wanted. He had gone off to go to take a leek while the rest of the men pillaged a Negro village and then he had watched the RALMers (OOC: Is that what would call your men?) slaughter the others. He had just sat there and watched as they were massacred in mere seconds and now he was trying to catch his breath to tell them what he had seen. The foreign troops were now intruding onto their turf and they had just gotten up a point on the locals. The boy passed out after telling his story but he had caused a stir, and for once the men he had looked up to, the father he had admired were struck with a fear of their own.

The RALMer’s couldn’t be aloud to run rampant across northern Botswana, they had to be stopped before they caused to much damage. The problem was that the RALMers were very good at what they did and their were a lot of them so until more forces could be brought in from other camps they couldn’t be confronted directly, but that didn’t mean they were safe.

A village that was in the Lighthorses path would be the first place to bring hell to the RALMers. Most of the villages population was taken away but the few that were left were slaughtered and strung around the village. The village was made to seem like it had been raided, some of the buildings were burning putting a thick black cloud over the village. Inside the other buildings massive speakers were in place with the sounds of men pillaging. Rape, gunshots, screaming, things that had been taped by other at other villages were played over the speakers to make it seem like there were still Mississippians with hostages in the village inside the buildings. The Lighthorses would meet a welcome surprise when they entered the village. It wasn’t even a stop gap measure, but it made the men feel good that they were at least trying to avenge the deaths of their comrades.

BEGIN
To: Who ever it may concern
From: Mr Reave Minster of foreign affairs
Subject: Insurgents
The Bloody Reaper would like to aid you in taking down these insurgants and will send a grand total of 6 T90s and 3 black shark atack choppers
END

OOC: Oh I see, well I will try to implenment an explainable reason

IC: As Gyrobot examined the area, he set up a base by using several bottles of miracle grow and some foilage he found here. The reason for doing so was to set up an frontline base for his men. After the orders are established he sent an reply to them saying: " This is alpha squad to ALM, our forces have established a small base in your previous location, it will lure any Fabus loyalist to our area and capture them. I will send an red eye observer unit to survey your area its technician should help you but do protect him. I wont be able to send more men until an airbase could be established I will send in 5 Talon Light HERCs which are spider walkers with several missile pods that is all I could afford. So be careful over and and out." With that he continued to contruct his base.

Holy shit, holy shit, what did I do…He was panting hard his breath coming irregularly while beads of sweat mixed in with the blood on his face. He was barely 18 years old, in the prime of his life but now he was running for his life. His arms flailed wildly at his side as he bolted across the Botswanan countryside he used to play on as a child. What he had just witnessed had driven him into a state of madness, his adrenaline was pumping giving him a high almost and because of that and shear fear of what was behind him he kept on running. When he reached his destination he collapsed from exhaustion, his adrenaline high did him no good here. He was the son of an ex-BSAAS officer and had followed his father to the insurgent camp against his mother’s wishes. He had been sent out on a raid to gain some experience, and he had gained a lot more experience than he ever wanted. He had gone off to go to take a leek while the rest of the men pillaged a Negro village and then he had watched the RALMers (OOC: Is that what would call your men?) slaughter the others. He had just sat there and watched as they were massacred in mere seconds and now he was trying to catch his breath to tell them what he had seen. The foreign troops were now intruding onto their turf and they had just gotten up a point on the locals. The boy passed out after telling his story but he had caused a stir, and for once the men he had looked up to, the father he had admired were struck with a fear of their own.

The RALMer’s couldn’t be aloud to run rampant across northern Botswana, they had to be stopped before they caused to much damage. The problem was that the RALMers were very good at what they did and their were a lot of them so until more forces could be brought in from other camps they couldn’t be confronted directly, but that didn’t mean they were safe.

A village that was in the Lighthorses path would be the first place to bring hell to the RALMers. Most of the villages population was taken away but the few that were left were slaughtered and strung around the village. The village was made to seem like it had been raided, some of the buildings were burning putting a thick black cloud over the village. Inside the other buildings massive speakers were in place with the sounds of men pillaging. Rape, gunshots, screaming, things that had been taped by other at other villages were played over the speakers to make it seem like there were still Mississippians with hostages in the village inside the buildings. The Lighthorses would meet a welcome surprise when they entered the village. It wasn’t even a stop gap measure, but it made the men feel good that they were at least trying to avenge the deaths of their comrades.

OOC: Officially, they are properly known as the "RSA forces," or "Lighthorses."

IC:

The Lighthorses moved quickly across the countryside, trying to find anymore WKLAers before they could commit any more crimes.

They found a village. It sounded like a raid was in progress....

Stuart said, "I want to surround the village, and mortarmen and snipers to kill these f**ks when they try to escape."

The men complied, and soon moved to surround the village.

Stuart then said, "Send Team 3 in, wake em up."

The third team was assembled, and sent in, following urban combat procedures. If there was anything funny, they would know.....

General Dulfar looked past the grasslands from the shrubbed out hilltop.

“Those sons of bitches think they got it goin’ on, with their little games.” Dulfar commented to his second-in-command, Lieutenant Soms.

“Indeed, sir. The forces are mobilized. The Roach-Buster government met your request of providing you with 5 four-wheel drive vehicles capable of dealing with the terrain.”

“Excellent. We’re all set then. We’re going to station here for the night. Tomorrow, we’ll send it Flaunder’s unit.”

The General looked through his binoculars once more. He could see the WLKA camp from where he was situated, about 3 miles south. It was a small camp, with the General estimating no more than 20 WLKA fighters all together. What did pose as a threat were the 2 battle tanks that were also in the camp. If done right, Flaunder’s unit, which consisted of 25 of the 500 Nedalia Guerilla Militia sent to Roach Busters to eradicate the WLKA, would not only annihilate the camp, but also take control of the tanks.

The NGM; just the name struck fear into everyone who had heard of them. The Nedalia Military’s most secretive section, they specialized in countering and effectively defeating renegade guerillas. The WLKA was such an army. A bunch of immoral rebels looking to clamp down on the natural freedoms of the citizens of Roach Busters with their hatred and racism. Not if General Dulfar could help it. He put the binoculars down, and retreated back into the bunker. He closed his eyes, preparing for the day ahead…

The two man sniper team sat two and a half miles away on the backdrop of a gentle hill. They had watched silently as the Lighthorses had surrounded the village then started moving in, their only acknowledgment being the tightening of muscles and a slight grin on their faces. It took all of their discipline to not start picking off the Lighthorses that had their backs to them but doing so would ruin the mission and they couldn’t do that. So they sat and watched as the Lighthorse team began going thru the village till they got to the first house that had a speaker. The house was close to the center of the village and was one of the bigger ones having a second floor and even a small deck. The speakers in that house had been placed on the second floor so when the Lighthorses first walked in they didn’t realize anything was wrong. The sniper team never gave them the chance to, spotter reached down and flipped a switch on a detonator. The village was laced with explosives, mostly heavy arty shells and bombs that the resistance couldn’t use because they didn’t posses artillery or aircraft so instead they had been placed in the village and after a little tinkering been turned into makeshift mines almost. So seconds after the switch was hit the village started going up in a series of explosions, it wasn’t one massive fireball that wiped out the village, that would have taken to many explosives and to much time but what did happen would be enough to hopefully kill or maim every Lighthorse that walked into the village. The explosions continued for nearly half a minute as big 155mm shells and HE’s continued going off. The sniper team started sliding away, trying to put some distance between them and the rest of the Lighthorses who by now had to be pissed off.


Further away another two man team was observing another newcomer to Botswana. The recon unit was scouting out what had once been the site of a village before the WKLA wiped it out but was now the construction site for what looked like a Gyrobotian base. The team started trying to get an accurate count on what was in the base, the foreigners couldn’t be aloud a base to stage out of in the area.

OOC: Gyrobot, how many men/equipment is in that base of yours? And what is a HERC?

The RSOCOM(Republic Special Operations Command) decided to not send a SpecOps unit. The force to help the Anti-Fabus force will be the 22nd Republic Guard Armored Division "Antwerp Division" coomanded by Lt. Col. Robert Antwerp. The divisio. arrives in Botswana, the soldiers wearing the famous black hats of the Republic Guard, head to the nears friendly postion, the RSA camp.

OOC: Were at in Botswana did they land at and how are they heading to the RSA forces? Like what formation? And how bigs a div? Sorry if its a lot of questions, just don't want to assume something wrong in my post.

A Pwnage G80 picked up the raiders. There wasn't much WKLA activity here anyway.

The same G80 picked up another 2 companies of Skorpions and dropped them in Northern Botswana, another G80 dropped a couple of VBLs, military bikes, guns and ammunition. They landed near Shakawe.

Skorpion Commander Ahmad Ajdibuli (a Somalian) spoke:

"Alright, reports are that WKLA activity has been heavy here. Stay sharp here kids, our goals are to find and destroy their supply lines. Evidence indicates that they may have foreign benefactors. Our intelligence boys say it's Safehaven2 trying to seize Roach Busterian territory without directly attacking, so be ready for anything. Now move out."

The Skorpions hid themselves in the dirt on the stretch of highway between Shakawe and Nokaneng and radioed the Roach Busterian government.

"What's the status of Shakawe?"

Secret IC:

To First Lady Thiensiri:

From Shah Khosru III

Perhaps you could allow me to send 500 or so black-ops troops to assist against the terrorists? They are trained in information gathering by SAVAK and also have military training like regular special ops. They are designed for situations like these.

OOC: Were at in Botswana did they land at and how are they heading to the RSA forces? Like what formation? And how bigs a div? Sorry if its a lot of questions, just don't want to assume something wrong in my post.
OOC: Near Kasane, There is 250,00 men, 45 tanks, and 50 armored vehices in a Division. They are heading there by land.

The two man sniper team sat two and a half miles away on the backdrop of a gentle hill. They had watched silently as the Lighthorses had surrounded the village then started moving in, their only acknowledgment being the tightening of muscles and a slight grin on their faces. It took all of their discipline to not start picking off the Lighthorses that had their backs to them but doing so would ruin the mission and they couldn’t do that. So they sat and watched as the Lighthorse team began going thru the village till they got to the first house that had a speaker. The house was close to the center of the village and was one of the bigger ones having a second floor and even a small deck. The speakers in that house had been placed on the second floor so when the Lighthorses first walked in they didn’t realize anything was wrong. The sniper team never gave them the chance to, spotter reached down and flipped a switch on a detonator. The village was laced with explosives, mostly heavy arty shells and bombs that the resistance couldn’t use because they didn’t posses artillery or aircraft so instead they had been placed in the village and after a little tinkering been turned into makeshift mines almost. So seconds after the switch was hit the village started going up in a series of explosions, it wasn’t one massive fireball that wiped out the village, that would have taken to many explosives and to much time but what did happen would be enough to hopefully kill or maim every Lighthorse that walked into the village. The explosions continued for nearly half a minute as big 155mm shells and HE’s continued going off. The sniper team started sliding away, trying to put some distance between them and the rest of the Lighthorses who by now had to be pissed off.


Gen. Stuart was horrified at the results. The whole of Team 3 was killed, and they had fallen into a trap....not since West Virginia had they been so humiliated.

Stuart cursed them under her breath, yelling, "C**ksuckers. I'll have your heads."

She then said to the Horses: "Fan out. Watch for booby traps, be on the lookout for enemies. Find some c**ksuckers, rough em up, and beat 'em till they talk."

She then radioed: "Command, I need another team....and some Hueys, no, Blackhawks. And bring me six-ten AC-130's. I'm gonna get me some payback."

The men got off of their Jeeps, and began to fan out, slowly combing the countryside for enemy snipers. They noticed movement in the bushes, probably a team running away....this would be their chance for revenge.

Two, three men went prone, and sighted his M21 sniper rifle. Sure enough, it was an enemy team. They aimed for their legs, and fired: they wanted the enemy team alive for questioning, so wounding them and causing them great pain would be enough.....

The Skorpions dug small mounds concealing combat webcams. The wires lead to underground cubby holes where the Skorpions could monitor traffic on the local access roads and on the main highway.

Meanwhile, claymores with armor piercing submunitions were placed on the main highway, to be activated at any time...

OOC: I'm in Eastern Zimbabwe, just so you know.

IC:
They had hiked quite a ways, Enkidu Team 3 was now nearly fourty kilometers from the town they had massacred, having marched all night and all morning. Their light supplies they had brought with them were running low now, and it was about time to call in phase 2 of the mission. The unit set up in a large plain, laying spread out amongst the grass and concealing themselves as much as possible.
Tabni-Ishtar and Arshaka were the only two members of the team within a few meters of eachother as the Captian patched into the digital satalite radio Arshaka carried, confimin the end of phase 1 of their mission. She opened the small keyboard and display that came with the radio, trying in her key-code and then the encryption code required to transmit. She waited just a few minutes, letting HQ get the transmission code before she spoke.
"Enkidu-bir-pes gu-sum e-gal (Enkidu Team 3 contacting HQ)" she spoke into her helmet mic, listening carefully to her team to make sure they were alone.
It took a minute before a voice responded, giving a required code wordbefore speaking the response, "E-gal ga-nam-me-am (This is HQ)" came clearly through the radio, every member of the team could hear ir on their headsets.
"Sul-an-ta-us (Send in the airborn death)" She replied, waiting a moment for the man on the other end to reply. "Na-nam (afirmative)" was all he said, then she switched off the radio and activated the small locater beacon, tossing it as far into the feild as she could. All they had to do now was sit and wait. Easy to do because they were far from the nearest town, which they had actually just been through.
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Word came quickly to the Special Operations Airbase outside of Mecca, the units to be sent in were already prepared, it had been only a few days since they were told they would be going, and now they were told to head in.
Six FP-109's sat on the runway, loaded with drop tanks under their fuselage as they waited the order. Behind them a pair of TPC-5A light transpot planes waited, as well as a TPH-19 medium transport, an IFR-101 tanker, and a GA-130S ground attack aircraft. Each airplane marked in the Special Operations symbol, and painted flat black with brown striping for camoflauge.
Within a day of the aircraft taking off they would be at their destination, Enkudu Team 3's location.

The loud crack of a rifle shot resonated across the African plains, they new what that meant. Before they could turn around a sharp pain shot up the spotters leg and then it went limp. His left calf was gone halfway down proof that the crack was aimed at them. They had picked their spot for a reason, they were only a few feet from the other side of the small hill and safety. Half dragging himself and half crawling the spotter started pulling himself over. In front of him his sniper whirled around and rested his rifle on his shoulder laying in the soft African dirt and high grass. He popped off a quick few rounds at the men he thought were shooting at them before trying to make it over the hill himself. It was only a stopgap method, with the wound his spotter had received the wouldn’t be able to run from the Lighthorses, especially with them on jeeps. It was decided, the sniper would continue and warn the others, before leaving he gave his comrade his word that he’d be back. Keeping low he fled before the Lighthorses could roll over the hill. Behind him the spotter placed a claymore right behind the crest of the hill and hid it in the grass before started to crawl away and trying to find a hiding place, he made it 30 feet before he passed out from blood loss.

The Lighthorses would be made to pay though that time would have to wait. Moving out a detachment of 35 men was attached to the Lighthorses, ordered to shadow them from a safe distance and in small groups till night came in a few hours.




Further north another resistance act was carried out against the foreigners. An entire division of them had moved in, further proof to the rebels that RB wasn’t strong enough to secure its own land. That division by itself had more men than the entire WKLA in northern Botswana times five so it could not be met head on, but this also meant that it wouldn’t be as much of a threat as the smaller, more elite Lighthorses to the south. The division would not, nor could it be, wiped out by the WKLA but they would give them a hearty welcome and let them no what the WKLA thought about them moving in. With so many vehicles involved in moving such a large amount of men and equipment it gave the WKLA plenty of targets and meant the roads would be overflowing.

Kasane was an important city. It was a junction city, a trade city, it sat at the border of three nations and because of that two major roadways went through it. One of them ran southwest towards the Lighthorses while the other ran southeast towards the other RB colony Zimbabwe. While these roads were major by Botswanan standards they were by European or American standards back roads. The parts that were lucky enough to be paved were cracked and potholed in disrepair. It was along the road that led to the Lighthorses that a small engineering detachment of WKLA was busy at work. A large anti-tank mine was placed right in the middle of the road surrounded by multiple smaller anti-personal mines. A wire was guided from the main anti-tank mine down the road were every 12 feet a 155mm shell was placed. This went on for 96 feet. Off the road more anti-personal mines and anti-tank mines were placed. It was hard work and it took the twelve men nearly an hour and a half but the danger of someone driving down the road and seeing them was alleviated by the positioning of men a mile down the road each way who pulled over pulled over any drivers heading north and sent them south and killed whoever came south, hiding the bodies and cars. The idea was that when the first anti-tank mine went off it would set off the 155mm shells further down the road to cause confusion among the foreigners. Then when the survivors started going off the road or exiting the vehicles to either help or go around the new roadblock they would run into the mines off the road. To make sure the mines weren’t seen ashes from burnt straw and water were poured over the dirt placed on top of the mines to harden the dirt quicker. A simple Afghan tactic was finding its uses once again against another foreign invader.

Further down the road in a small roadside town a single white male drove up to the curb in front a barbershop with black workers. He walked in to get a trim though as hard as he tried some of the disgust he felt must have showed on his face because the barber after looking at him and talking to him ‘accidentally” out a patch in his hair. He didn’t say anything for now, though inside he was laughing, he’d get his. He paid what he owed then walked out passing the car and turning at the end of the block.



The town of Rehoboth was just small enough that it didn’t have a RB garrison but it had a fairly sizeable population, one that was mixed almost equally between blacks and whites. That was going to change. In an effort to modernize and beautify the town despite the wars being fought around them the town council had built street lamps along the main road and had planted trees and small flowerbeds by them. They had always needed more people to move in and it was starting to work. The town was like a paradise in a sea of fire, relatively untouched by the wars and insurgencies that had lit Botswana on fire. What was becoming the norm a few men stopped by one of the towns newer motels and got a room going to bed early at 10:30 after doing a bit of sightseeing. At 1:00 A.M. they left their rooms and headed out again. They new were they were heading so it only took a few minutes, when the stopped the were inside the black section of town. The home hey had picked was the home of the leading proponet of Negro “rights”, James Williams, in the town, he even had the gall to run for mayor and stood a good chance of winning with the policies of letting Black votes put in place. The man had a family of three, two daughters and a son, his wife and the one daughter were away visiting family but that wouldn’t affect things. They picked the lock on the door and the four men walked in. One headed to the daughter room while two went to James’ and the sons rooms. When the men knocked down James’ door he was sound asleep, or he had been, he jumped up startled at the noise and looked at the men in bewilderment. Realizing what was going on he reached for the gun he kept behind the dresser but the men were on him before he got the chance. The first man grabbed his mouth while the other tried to cuff him with the plastic twisties cops use. The son was even easier to handle, going down with barely a scuffle but the daughter wasn’t in her room. Panicking the man ran into the hallway and spotted her walking out of the bathroom with a glass of water in her hand. The glass dropped to the floor and she started screaming. The man grabbed her but she was struggling, she scratched him across his cheek and tried to gouge his eye. Swearing at her he threw her against the wall and put three nine millimeter rounds in her chest and neck squirting blood all over the place and making a mess. When James was dragged out of his room all tied up he saw the body and collapsed, his body wracked with sobs. It took another minute to get the two Williams men out and into the car but once they did they drove off as quick as they could as lights started flickering on in the windows behind them.

OOC: RB check post 27 I think it is.

The loud crack of a rifle shot resonated across the African plains, they new what that meant. Before they could turn around a sharp pain shot up the spotters leg and then it went limp. His left calf was gone halfway down proof that the crack was aimed at them. They had picked their spot for a reason, they were only a few feet from the other side of the small hill and safety. Half dragging himself and half crawling the spotter started pulling himself over. In front of him his sniper whirled around and rested his rifle on his shoulder laying in the soft African dirt and high grass. He popped off a quick few rounds at the men he thought were shooting at them before trying to make it over the hill himself. It was only a stopgap method, with the wound his spotter had received the wouldn’t be able to run from the Lighthorses, especially with them on jeeps. It was decided, the sniper would continue and warn the others, before leaving he gave his comrade his word that he’d be back. Keeping low he fled before the Lighthorses could roll over the hill. Behind him the spotter placed a claymore right behind the crest of the hill and hid it in the grass before started to crawl away and trying to find a hiding place, he made it 30 feet before he passed out from blood loss.

The Lighthorses would be made to pay though that time would have to wait. Moving out a detachment of 35 men was attached to the Lighthorses, ordered to shadow them from a safe distance and in small groups till night came in a few hours.

The Jeeps that were following the snipers were moving quickly, gunning their engines to try and pick the guys up. They had a few shots fired at them, but they only hit the Jeeps, with nothing big.

Then, an explosion was heard. One of the Jeeps got a broadside of Claymore fire, and several men, thankfully were not killed. They were badly wounded, however, and the team leader called for a medic, which came forthwith and began to patch things up. The Jeep was fine.

The others cought up with the snipers. Picking them up, they found the spotter man, who was unconscious. The medics patched him up, and threw him in the back. The other man was not to be found....

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Night soon fell. The Horses soon found a village, with a small clinic. Here, the wounded were taken care of by local doctors, and the Horses formed a defensive line. Stuart knew there'd be retaliation, but she wasn't sure how. TO make sure, she had snipers on the roofs of houses and mortars and MG's setup to provide a nasty surprise for any attackers. Toe-popper mines and their own Claymores were set up as well.........and local civilians that had guns were, reluctantly, recruited to help the Horses patrol the area.

If the scene was gonna get hot, they would make the WKLAers burn.....

OOC: RB, is this fine?

“Sir, there has been reports of gunfire not too far from here.”, the soldier as he stormed into General Dulfar’s quarters.

“Is the WKLA involved in this?” Dulfar said, startled and jumping from his bed.

“No additional reports have been sent our way. What do you want us to do?”

“Well, we got 1,000 troops total…I don’t know what to expect, so call Dillinger and tell him that he is to gather 50 men and head over to the site of gunfire immediately. And soldier, we’re trained in this. Tell him under no circumstances shall his team be identified by the enemy, or enemies…”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Reports have it that all types of international fighters have ascended on Botswana, taking different sides in the this war. Tell Dillinger to be on his guard.”

“Yes, sir.”

The soldier dismissed himself as Dulfar finished dressing. He went outside as quickly as possible, and a few minutes later, met with Dillinger and his unit. The mission was to last no more than 2 hours, and under only the most necessary of circumstances were the unit supposed to use their arms.

“I have a strong suspicion those sniper-sounding rifles are not WKLA artillery. Find out, and report back to his base in no more than 2 hours.” Dulfar told Dillinger.

“Yes, sir.”

Gathered was the largest group of WKLA to see combat yet, over one hundred men tightened the noose around the Lighthorses. The Lighthorses were to elite a force to be aloud to roam free and orders had come in to the local regiments commander to see to it that they didn’t. The detatchment commander, William Jacobson, was there in person to insure the success of the mission. It by no means would wipe out the Lighthorses, they were still to strong a unit to destroy in one fell swoop for the still young WKLA.

The entire artillery arm of the local regiment was brought along. A grand total of twenty-five 82mm, 3 120mm mortars and dozens of crude rockets were set up outside the town. Normally the WKLA wouldn’t start up a raid with a bombardment that gave away the fact that a raid was going to happen but the Lighthorses were already expecting something. Before any shots were fired a herd of cattle was sent stampeding towards the village. Surging forward they would set off many of the mines and claymores and if any made it to the town they would cause a measure of confusion. Once they made it to the village, if any did, the bombardment would begin. Crude, homemade tripods were the firing points for dozens of rockets, all with their own heavy HE charge, that fired into the sky and fell upon the city followed by shell after shell from the mortars. Most of the shells were HE shells but a good third of them were shrapnel rounds which would airburst and spread shrapnel below to clear the rooftops and streets of any Lighthorses that might be waiting. Men closer to the village fired RPGs and grenades into the village. They were firing from a good distance, which meant that the RPG and grenade fire wouldn’t be accurate but it would still land in the village, which was accurate enough. Then two 14.5mm heavy machine guns opened up on the city their tracers dancing from house to house.

Under all the covering fire small engineering detachments moved forward to clear what remaining mines laid in the way of an assault on the village. Moving slowly they hoped the dead cows would hide their pictures from any Lighthorses using NVGs, hoping they wouldn’t know the difference. Soon enough they would be followed by others that wouldn’t stop at the minefields.

Bump for RB

OOC: MP, this is at least a 100mls from were your men are so ya, your not gonna be getting anything. If you wanna set something up talk to me on MSN but this is all the way on the other side of the Okavenga Delta.
RB still gotta respond to post 27 so I can get Haven involved in this.

Gathered was the largest group of WKLA to see combat yet, over one hundred men tightened the noose around the Lighthorses. The Lighthorses were to elite a force to be aloud to roam free and orders had come in to the local regiments commander to see to it that they didn’t. The detatchment commander, William Jacobson, was there in person to insure the success of the mission. It by no means would wipe out the Lighthorses, they were still to strong a unit to destroy in one fell swoop for the still young WKLA.

The entire artillery arm of the local regiment was brought along. A grand total of twenty-five 82mm, 3 120mm mortars and dozens of crude rockets were set up outside the town. Normally the WKLA wouldn’t start up a raid with a bombardment that gave away the fact that a raid was going to happen but the Lighthorses were already expecting something. Before any shots were fired a herd of cattle was sent stampeding towards the village. Surging forward they would set off many of the mines and claymores and if any made it to the town they would cause a measure of confusion. Once they made it to the village, if any did, the bombardment would begin. Crude, homemade tripods were the firing points for dozens of rockets, all with their own heavy HE charge, that fired into the sky and fell upon the city followed by shell after shell from the mortars. Most of the shells were HE shells but a good third of them were shrapnel rounds which would airburst and spread shrapnel below to clear the rooftops and streets of any Lighthorses that might be waiting. Men closer to the village fired RPGs and grenades into the village. They were firing from a good distance, which meant that the RPG and grenade fire wouldn’t be accurate but it would still land in the village, which was accurate enough. Then two 14.5mm heavy machine guns opened up on the city their tracers dancing from house to house.

Under all the covering fire small engineering detachments moved forward to clear what remaining mines laid in the way of an assault on the village. Moving slowly they hoped the dead cows would hide their pictures from any Lighthorses using NVGs, hoping they wouldn’t know the difference. Soon enough they would be followed by others that wouldn’t stop at the minefields.

The stampede signaled the beginning of a long siege. Like a western, the Lighthorses assembled to begin defending the village.

The cattle took out most of the mines indeed, and the mass of explosives and fire soon caused casualties of 10-20 men, and a general falling back into the village.

The mortars came to life while the Horses consolidated, launching WP and Frag shells in the direction of the enemy artillery and gunners. Illumination flares went up, and began exposing the enemy on the field.

Snipers in cover and on the rooftops soon made counterattacks with Barretts, SMAW WP rockets, and M60 machine guns, using their IR and NVG sights to hunt as many as possible. They noticed men moving under cover fire to try and and remove most of the mines, the cows obscured some of them but they soon began to join their native auxiliaries in sniping at the rest of the sappers.

Another RSA salvo landed to the right of a mortar position in between it and the CP sending shards of shrapnel flying in both directions just over the heads of the men. Standing up a mortar man took a load of shrapnel right in his chest knocking him flat on his back and empting the air in his lungs. It took him a second to get up but he would live, his body armor having sucked up the brunt of the force. Over in the CP another man wasn’t so lucky and a red hot shard of shrapnel stuck out from the back top corner of his head as he fell to the ground never to get up again. Next to the man Jacobson sat hunched over with one hand over his ear to block out the noise. Hind held up a radio set which he was screaming orders into, the mortars and rockets were not having near the effect that they had been wished to so it was time to redirect their fire.

The mortars switched over ammunition. They stopped firing HE and started firing more air burst rounds to clear the rooftops off RSA gunners and snipers. All of their fire was concentrated on the outer parts of the village, then they started with something new. A few rounds of mustard gas were flung over into the village before they started up again with shrapnel and some HE shells. The mortars had to clear out the outer ring of the village so that the assault force could get into the village.

On the ground the mine clearing unit was getting pounded. They weren’t heavily armed and they were suffering because of it. In the opening barrage nearly half were killed with much of the rest hitting the floor and pulling back but they had done their job, the route to the village was open. Now all that was left to be seen was if the mortars and RPG’s would do theirs.

Losses:
19 men

Another RSA salvo landed to the right of a mortar position in between it and the CP sending shards of shrapnel flying in both directions just over the heads of the men. Standing up a mortar man took a load of shrapnel right in his chest knocking him flat on his back and empting the air in his lungs. It took him a second to get up but he would live, his body armor having sucked up the brunt of the force. Over in the CP another man wasn’t so lucky and a red hot shard of shrapnel stuck out from the back top corner of his head as he fell to the ground never to get up again. Next to the man Jacobson sat hunched over with one hand over his ear to block out the noise. Hind held up a radio set which he was screaming orders into, the mortars and rockets were not having near the effect that they had been wished to so it was time to redirect their fire.

The mortars switched over ammunition. They stopped firing HE and started firing more air burst rounds to clear the rooftops off RSA gunners and snipers. All of their fire was concentrated on the outer parts of the village, then they started with something new. A few rounds of mustard gas were flung over into the village before they started up again with shrapnel and some HE shells. The mortars had to clear out the outer ring of the village so that the assault force could get into the village.

On the ground the mine clearing unit was getting pounded. They weren’t heavily armed and they were suffering because of it. In the opening barrage nearly half were killed with much of the rest hitting the floor and pulling back but they had done their job, the route to the village was open. Now all that was left to be seen was if the mortars and RPG’s would do theirs.

Losses:
19 men

The airburst rounds and the mustard gas hit the Horses hard, sending shrapnel and poison clouds towards their positions. Many of them got into cover, many of them were able to get their masks on before it was too late, but many more were injured and one or two men were killed. The native auxiliaries did even worse, as many did not have much armor and were unshielded against the gas. The clinic soon became very busy.

The Horses and their native allies, however, refused to budge. Under heavy fire, the Horses had shifted SMAW men to the rooftops, and had moved most of the native and RSA sniper teams to the outer ring. There, they joined the MG and assault teams in cover, guarding the approaches to the city.

The SMAW and mortar teams on the rooftops and the remaining snipers hunkered down, made sure their gear was on tight, and fired WP and Frag shells and rockets, plus good old fashioned .50cal BMG rounds at the enemy artillery once again to try and weaken the demon guns. They focused on the opposing mortars, hoping to take them down before anymore gas shells could be deployed.

All the while, Gen. Stuart kept calling for reinforcements, finally getting promises of six AC-130 gunships and two more Horse teams on a secure frequency. ETA was at least 6 hours.

Stuart cursed them, but held fast. She liked the challenge.

RSA Loss:

21 wounded
6-10 killed

Native Loss out of 300 recruited:

25 dead
50 wounded

OOC: Im on the WKLA front in central Botswana.

Commander Dulfar thought and thought hard. The NGM were phenomenal soldiers, but if they were to make any advances against the scum WKLA, they needed artillery backup. He sent a simple message to the RB military, hoping for a fast response:

The Nedalian forces are having a tough time penetrating the WKLA front without the use of heavy artillery. The WKLA are taking losses, however we are unable to deal those heavy punches that will send them back. We ask for RB artillery backup.

He thought that was sufficient enough. Gunfire had already erupted in the WKLA, which meant the NGM had advanced on to the camp. He got his binoculars and witnessed for himself. That was one miniature WKLA camp out of the way. He waited for the reports to come back, and they were favorable. Only 1 injured, and it wasn’t even critical. He sent a team out to identify any booby traps and cautiously began the first advancement onto WKLA controlled territory in central Botswana.

(OOC: Is this thead still alive? If so Im waiting on some people for replies)



The night was kept alive with the artificial flashes of light and noise steadily crescendoing to a new high. RSA mortars were searching out in the darkness for the WKLM mortars and were scoring hits. The rounds weren’t destroying the mortars, they were to small for that but what they were doing was killing off the crews. Six more of the mortars were silenced by the counter-battery fire but the remaining mortars were ordered to not fire back at the mortars but concentrate on the Lighthorses on the rooftops for the assault was about to begin.

Coming from the North side, seventy-five men crept up to the village. They made their way exclusively against the one side so that only the forces on that side would be able to fight them off. Keeping low and keeping quiet they moved forward until the first Lighthorse opened fire. When they were detected they broke into groups, some groups moving forward while the others covered them. Behind them the mortars switched their aim to just the North side pounding the defenders so that the assault force could enter the village.

Losses: 14 Men

Total: 36


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The broken remnant of a man sat in the far corner of the cell his chin resting on his chest. He was half naked, dressed in a torn, soaked shirt and pants that once had been comfortable sleeping cloths. Hearing the door open he raised his head and put his god hand over his eyes trying to block out the light. All around the room a dozen powerful lights had been set covering the entire room and had been on constantly since his arrival three days ago. It was all part of a plan to break him, destroy him mentally. His schedule was erratic at best, sometimes being served breakfast just 15 minutes after dinner and because of that his sense of time was lost. The last three days had been an eternity for him, a hellish and dreadful eternity. Thru all of this he had still refused to do what was required of him.

The two men flanked him and grabbed him under his arms heaving him up to his feet. They slowly dragged him out stopping at the door to fit themselves thru before continuing to the next room. Inside was a camera facing a small chair. James had finally broken and given in, he would do the speech and because of that he would be returned to his hometown. The two men in military khakis sat him in the chair before withdrawing behind the camera was a third man stood tinkering with the device. The camera’s light flashed on and the tape started up, on queue the teleprompter next to it flared to life and started scrolling down. James opened his mouth but couldn’t bring himself to speak. Closing his mouth he put his head down before trying again.

“I am James Williams, a resident of Rehoboth and head of the local BRP party. I have been in WKLM custody for the last few…since my disappearance.” He still didn’t know how long he’d been locked up and that knowledge, or lack of it gnawed at him. ”I am speaking to you to inform you that I was contracted by the Roach-Busterian government to promote Black dominance in Botswana and Zimbabwe over the Mississippian whites. There was, and still is a plot to destroy what is viewed as the last remnants of the Fabusian regimes by putting Blacks above them along with RB officials.” He droned on for another eight minutes spewing out one form of bullshit after another ending with him denouncing what had happened. Most people would throw it out as the bullshit it was but that didn’t matter, the important part would come next. The final version of the video would have to be edited here, inserted would be a simple statement by a WKLM member, “This is what will happen to all n**ers who support the RB tyrant J.L. in his illegal and imperialistic occupation of the free nations of Botswana and Zimbabwe” Cutting off it would go to a new seen.


(OOC: Note, If you read on its your own fault, after this point things ARE bloody and descriptive so it should not be read by anyone who can’t take such scenes, I.E. Torture. I do not take blame if you are sickened by this and no I do not support torture in real life.)


After finishing his testimony James had been taken to another room were his end was begun. He was forcibly stripped down all the while being filmed and thrown into a chair. Realizing what was going on the last bit of strength in him came out and he tried desperately to fight back. In the end it took four men to strap him down in the chair. His mouth was propped open and forced to remain open with a metal brace. One by one his teeth were yanked out of his mouth until his mouth was void of teeth, their place taken by a pool of blood forming in his mouth. The metal brace stopped him from coughing it out and he start gagging as some of the blood slipped down his throat. Moving on the “specialist” went on to the fingernails. Picking up one of his arsenal of instruments he moved back over to James. The instrument was almost like a pair of scissors without the sharp cutting blade and with a flat horizontal piece on the bottom. The flat piece on the bottom was slid under the big fingernail as far back as it would go before the WKLM man clamped down and yanked back. Something went wrong there and the nail didn’t come fully off breaking halfway down. He had to try again this time messier having to break the skin under the nail to fit the clamp in but he got it and then pulled out he rest of his fingernails before moving on to this toes.

The WKLM man stopped now for a second stepping back and just watching James. His face was blank, totally void of emotion as he stared right into his victim’s eyes. He had been told to make things good for the camera, his boss wanted a good movie and he was gonna get one. After the brief respite he moved on grabbing a new tool, this one a bit bigger he fit it over the same finger he had started on before and jerked it up, a satisfying crack told him the instrument worked much to his satisfaction. James nearly jumped out of the seat his back arching and his chest puffing out, his eyes went wide with pain. He tried to scream but the brace would let him instead it came out as choking noises as more blood entered his throat. Crack..Crack..Crack…again and again down up the finger three times then down the line and onto the toes. By now James was visibly crying not caring that he was being filmed. James eyes were filled with terror, looking at the WKLM man he noticed something, he’s enjoying himself. That thought horrified James. The man picked up an old combat knife dating back to the Fabusite days. Moving back to James face he reached behind his head with the knife and slowly started moving forward till the knife reached a place right behind his ear. His thumb pinned the ear to the knife and he slowly worked the to against each other loping off first one then the other ear off. Sticking it up he cut open his nostrils then loped off the entire nose. Going down the body he cut off the eyelids, lips, fingers and toes before scalping him. Finally he castrated him, first in the way of the old Muslim Empires with a hammer then cutting them off and sticking his privates into James’ mouth. He finished things off by scalping him and put the knife away. He took the brace off and let James scream for the first time into the camera his pain becoming voiced aloud. He wasn’t to die yet, the chair would accomplish that for him. After another hour of torture by various means all caught on film the chair came to life. It was a relic of the old Soviet regime. Designed to get information out of people by the Russians and employed by the Syrians against those who revolted against their Bathist leaders it was extremely effective. From the back of the chair where James was sitting a hot metal rod came out before going back into the chair each time going out further.



That night James was brought back home into his hometown. It was more difficult task than first thought it would be. The town had gotten nervous since the kidnappings and had set up a sort of neighborhood watch program, an armed one. It took longer than expected but the civilians set out to watch with their hunting rifles and shotguns didn’t stand much of a chance against the ex-BSAAS troops who swept thru. James was then strung up on a light post, stark naked with a video below him. Copies of the video were distributed throughout the country. It was one of those odd things, dozens of Blacks had been killed throughout the country and they hadn’t received any special attention but for some reason, perhaps because of the gruesomeness or importance of this one, the media had latched on to this particular case. It caused tidal waves in the international community in the surrounding countries controlled by Haven as like the media so often does they went into detail and showed everything. Soon enough the mostly Black and Hispanic provinces of Haven were in an uproar over what had happened. Little did most James know but his death was going to serve as one of the pedestals for an upcoming pan African and possibly World War.

(OOC: Is this thead still alive? If so Im waiting on some people for replies)



The night was kept alive with the artificial flashes of light and noise steadily crescendoing to a new high. RSA mortars were searching out in the darkness for the WKLM mortars and were scoring hits. The rounds weren’t destroying the mortars, they were to small for that but what they were doing was killing off the crews. Six more of the mortars were silenced by the counter-battery fire but the remaining mortars were ordered to not fire back at the mortars but concentrate on the Lighthorses on the rooftops for the assault was about to begin.

Coming from the North side, seventy-five men crept up to the village. They made their way exclusively against the one side so that only the forces on that side would be able to fight them off. Keeping low and keeping quiet they moved forward until the first Lighthorse opened fire. When they were detected they broke into groups, some groups moving forward while the others covered them. Behind them the mortars switched their aim to just the North side pounding the defenders so that the assault force could enter the village.

Losses: 14 Men

Total: 36



The SMAW Horses on the rooftops and the men on the North Side felt the incoming WKLA mortar assault. 10-15 men died, but the rest of the Horses on the rooftops held their ground, taking cover, and sniping back.

The mortar crews, meanwhile, stuck to their orders, and continued to hunt for enemy mortars. The Lighthorse mortars knew they had silenced some of them, now, they had to shut the rest up. Readjusting their mortars to the positions where the most recent volley came from, they fired frag shells and WP shells back in a steady, unceasing beat.

Meanwhile, General Stuart called: "Flares!"

Once again, the Horses from all over the city sent up flares, and then took cover. The night sky lit very brightly, and the WKLA forces on the North Side could be seen, if not well. The Native troops and the Lighthorse defenders, seeing their enemy move towards them, soon moved to pour fire on the 75 men, be it rifle, Machine Gun, sniper shot, or frag grenade.

The Assault teams and natives in the other parts of the city, meanwhile, held their guard, and scanned the night.

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As this occurred, the promised reinforcements were flying in. The AC-130's and the Blackhawks full of new teams, a hundred men in all, moved towards the village with great speed. They needed to; they didn't know how long their allies would hold out.