NationStates Jolt Archive

The garrison of Khorasan had been improved and stengthened over the past weeks. Troops from all corners of Iran waited, set up across the borders of Turkmenistan in both Iran and Afghanistan. They waited for the signal, as the heavy artillery batteries set up near enemy border towns of Ashgabat, Saragt, and Gushgy. F-78s, E-6s, and F-35 JSFs blackened the skies as they swarmed forward, preparing to attack the enemy air forces. E-6s were the first to act, firing away HARM missiles at enemy radars. When those were out, the Tukmen would have no idea what the Parthians were flying or how to scramble their airplanes. Holes in their air defenses would be exploited by the JSFs and B-1s which would rain destruction on their cities, but the first measure was to clear out enemy cities and centers of resistance.

Sector A- Iran-Turkmenistan border near Ashgabat

The explosions and smoke from over 500 artillery guns set motion to a sickening buzz as the shells, aimed by the artillery's GPS guidance systems shot into the air and moved down towards the populated Turkmenistani capital, just across the border. As they neared the earth, the Shells would start to hiss, and emptied of their contents when they hit the ground. A toxic cloud of VX formed over the cities, killing hundreds of thousands and utterly destroying most of it by the time JSFs came in, bearing cluster bombs and napalm. Tiny explosions lit up the city and fire storms burning hot enough to light asphalt formed, those untouched by gas were hit with flame and shrapnel. Artillery started back up, firing away shell after shell of conventional explosives, reducing buildings to rubble and killing more and more people. When the fires had subsided, the dust of twenty thousand vehicles moving across the plains of Khorasan into Turkmenistan moved into the air.

Sector B-3, Near the Border City of Gushgy

Gushgy was unfortunate enough to be a city sitting on a bit of land in Turkmenistan surrounded on three sides by Parthian Afghanistan, though this meant the Parthians would not use poison gas, it was hardly beneficial, since 3x the number of guns could be brought to bear. 750 guns were set up around the city, and constantly fired again and again, blowing the Soviet era prefabricated apartments to dust and rubble. The A-10s were now moving in, dropping clusterbombs in areas where the most people lived. Napalm struck the ghettoes where thousands of people were packed, setting the tenements on fire and reducing tens of thousands of people into ash. Hours of barrage left the city a smoking ruin, and soon as the deed was accomplished, Parthian infantry marching in columns aside their armor moved in on the roads, scanning for armed men in the buildings. Those noncombatants captured and did not resist were placed in chains and sent back to waiting trucks in Parthia, where they would be sold to the highest bidder. Those who resisted hung from lightpoles and trees throught the city.

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(OOC: Lol, are you sure there's even any resistance left to RP? ;))

(OOC: Lol, are you sure there's even any resistance left to RP? ;))
(OOC: Well... not in the cities I've assaulted thus far, but the rest of the nation has their armies, maybe a few lucky people with RPGs or sniper rifles still are in the cities I'm attacking though.)

(OOC: Well... not in the cities I've assaulted thus far, but the rest of the nation has their armies, maybe a few lucky people with RPGs or sniper rifles still are in the cities I'm attacking though.)

(OOC: Okay, thanks.)

Indignant Turkmenis watched in utter rage as Parthian soldiers assaulted, subjugated, and conquered entire cities in their beloved land. Already, hundreds of thousands of Turkmenis were dead, a large percentage of the country was in shambles, and entire regiments had gone the way of the dinosaurs.

Damn Parthians, thought a Turkmeni sniper who sat perched atop a flimsy building that screamed "Third World dunghole." He crouched on one knee, peered into the scope, and carefully maneuvered the rifle until a Persian soldier was in the center of his field of vision. Grinning, he pulled the trigger. A deafening explosion rang out, raping the silence and filling the air with the stench of gunpowder as the soldier dropped face-first to the ground in a pool of his own blood, dead instantly.

Bullseye.

He aimed at another Persian, grinning sardonically as he pulled the trigger. However, this time he missed by just a fraction of an inch, and ended up shattering a window rather than popping the soldier in the neck.

By now, he knew they were probably alerted to his presence and location; bullets flying in his direction assured him his deduction was correct. Crouching, trying to avoid the stream of gunfire, he ducked over the fire escape, and made good his departure.

Down in the streets, adorable, round-eyed Turkmeni children, adorned with hidden explosive devices, waddled cutely over to the Persian soldiers, smiling cheerfully. Several of them ran over to the soldiers, and as soon as they were within range, they activated the devices, generating a series of huge explosions.

Gushgy

"SNIPER, SNIPER!" screamed nearby Parthian troops. The 70mm gun on the M-35 IFV turned over, and in a second, the building once containing the sniper exploded into shards of masonry. Hordes of children, which the Parthians initially attempted to chain and enslave, soon exploded as they neared. "The kids are rigged to blow, kill the little deamons." M-28 rifle bursts ended the lives of the approaching children, tearing them to shreds while 70mm EMAS guns blew groups of them apart. All around, the bodies of hundreds, nay, thousands, lay dead where they had been killed, some hit with bullets, others with shamshirs. Lifeless bodies of many hung from telephone poles, often riddled with the cuts of shamshirs and bayonets. Into every house, behind a Shooban or local civilian human sheild, the Parthians poured, taking slaves with them as they left, or slaughtering everyone inside, even throwing infants and children from apartment windows of their parents who resisted. If anyone now expected snipers to be hiding in a building, they simply fired explosives at it until collapsing into flames.

Ashgabat
Smoke and flame covered the view of the approaching Parthian columns, fires spouted from the ground as the artillery shells landed in the cities. Here, soldiers dressed in full CBW gear marched forward as the A-10s and JSFs continued to drop bombs on the moonscape of craters which was once a city more populous than any other in Turkmenistan. As the soldiers formed into columns sent to march into streets, they saw the scenes of death, people who had died where they lay, bodies covering whole areas in such a manner one could not walk without stepping on them. They had died, painlessly within six seconds of exposure to the VX, still present in the air in many parts of the city. Hopefully, there would be no one who could have survived.

Saragt

One hundred artillery pieces fired in the distance, sending forward a barrage of chemical shells, filled with VX that discharged their contents while they sailed down, scattering it over a large area and dropping civilians within six seconds of exposure. Bodies fell everywhere. In the Bazaar, they dropped like flies, covering the ground everywhere, with the bodies of men, women, and children covering the ground. Tanks rolled through the center of the streets, with supporting infantry walking alongside, scanning the buildings for unlikely survivors.

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To: Shah Khosru III
From: The President of Turkmenistan


I hereby surrender to your forces. Please stipulate your terms of surrender.


(OOC: If you don't want it to end so fast, we can make it where it's a trick.)

To: Shah Khosru III
From: The President of Turkmenistan


I hereby surrender to your forces. Please stipulate your terms of surrender.


(OOC: If you don't want it to end so fast, we can make it where it's a trick.)


OOC: Thats a good length for me, perhaps an insurgency later. Though I will be invading Uzbekistan next.

IC:

From: Shah Khosru III

To: The President of Turkmenistan

I demand only absolute and unconditional surrender. I demand you leave your nation to me for annexation and my control.

OOC: Thats a good length for me, perhaps an insurgency later. Though I will be invading Uzbekistan next.

IC:

From: Shah Khosru III

To: The President of Turkmenistan

I demand only absolute and unconditional surrender. I demand you leave your nation to me for annexation and my control.

I shall do so on one condition: that you do not commit genocide against my people. Agreed?

-the President

I shall do so on one condition: that you do not commit genocide against my people. Agreed?

-the President

Define genocide, I'm not going to kill your people at any rate.

-Shah Khosru III

Define genocide, I'm not going to kill your people at any rate.

-Shah Khosru III

What I mean is, don't just kill people for the hell of it. If they pose a threat to you, fine, but otherwise, don't kill them.

-the President

(OOC: Later, do you want to do an insurgency/civil war thing in Turkmenistan?)

What I mean is, don't just kill people for the hell of it. If they pose a threat to you, fine, but otherwise, don't kill them.

-the President

(OOC: Later, do you want to do an insurgency/civil war thing in Turkmenistan?)

OOC: Yea, that would be awesome, but I need to subdue Uzbekistan first.

IC: I will not do that, I'm not going to kill your people.

-Shah Khosru III

OOC: Yea, that would be awesome, but I need to subdue Uzbekistan first.

IC: I will not do that, I'm not going to kill your people.

-Shah Khosru III

I will henceforth resign and hand over the reins of power to you. Will I be allowed to live in exile?

-the President

I will henceforth resign and hand over the reins of power to you. Will I be allowed to live in exile?

-the President

Yes, I'll wire you 25 million Parthis and you can flee.

-Shah Khosru III

Yes, I'll wire you 25 million Parthis and you can flee.

-Shah Khosru III

Thank you, your Grace. May Allah- er, Ahura Mazda, 'scuse me- bless you.

-the President

(OOC: Turkmenistan is a Muslim country, correct?)

Thank you, your Grace. May Allah- er, Ahura Mazda, 'scuse me- bless you.

-the President

(OOC: Turkmenistan is a Muslim country, correct?)

OOC: Yes

IC: Go in peace, I have a neighbor of your I must divert my attention to.

-Shah Khosru III

The Parthian troops, now secure in what had been conquered moved on, towards the north. There, the far outposts of Persian culture, the city of Samarkand, sat in the nation of Uzbekistan. Long ago, the Persians were wiped out by the Mongols and Turks, and now, the tables would be turned against them. In Afghanistan, troops once destined for use on Turkmenistan were moved to the Afghan-Uzbek border.

To: Shah Khosru III
From: Chia Neng Lee

Your excellency, congratulations on your acquisition of Turkmenistan. Once the rest of the territories you desire are yours, I propose we throw a celebration.

To: Shah Khosru III
From: Chia Neng Lee

Your excellency, congratulations on your acquisition of Turkmenistan. Once the rest of the territories you desire are yours, I propose we throw a celebration.

Thank you, such a celebration shall indeed be thrown, and hopefully, it will be soon.

-Shah Khosru III

Sector Delta-5, Near Termiz

On the Uzbekistan-Afghan border, the Parthian artillery concentrated around the border city of Termiz, preparing a barrage that would reduce the city to a ghost town, without blowing the buildings to shreds. Five hundred guns opened up, firing each one shell filled with VX, which discharged throught the city, especially around the ghettoes and bazaar. F-35 JSFs moved in, dropping napalm on the ghettoes while others equipped with special tanks began to spray VX over the city, hoping to kill as many people as possible. Troops in their standard CBW gear, which they always wore, since it was built into the ceramic plate armor they wore began to march in two columns down major city streets into Termiz, followed by armor moving down the center of their columns. Bodies littered the streets, women in burqas and men in turbans lay everywhere dead, with children scattered among them.

Sector Theta-7, Near Urganch

The JSFs were the first in, with the tanks under their wings spraying VX over the entire city, clouds of the deadly toxin dropping crowds of people everywhere, littering the streets with their lifeless corpses, contorted into facial expressions of shock. Another flight came, dropping bombs full of mustard gas on areas the VX spray had not touched. There, the people faced a worse fate, having their very eyes and lungs burned, into such a state they could no longer live. The Parthian army, now crossed the border towards the little city, twenty five miles from the border.

Sector Theta-14, Near Nukus

The Parthian army moved over the border, with the guns still hammering away at the city in the distance. Shells full of VX were still standard fare, sending resistance to their deaths before they could realize what happened. Incindiary shells and cluster munitions from MLRS rockets finished off anyone else, leaving a chemical soaked moonscape for the Parthians to conquer.

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Uzbekistani Soviet-era tanks, backed by artillery and howitzers older than the men firing them, gathered near the Uzbekistan border, as over ten thousand ill-equipped draftees perched with their weapons ready.

Uzbekistani Soviet-era tanks, backed by artillery and howitzers older than the men firing them, gathered near the Uzbekistan border, as over ten thousand ill-equipped draftees perched with their weapons ready.

General Rostam Bahari looked at the satellite readouts. They neared positions of Uzbek forces, probably pathetic ones at that, but they would not be hard to deal with. They were fighting defensivley, on open plains, not a brilliant move when outclassed and outnumbered. Using the coordinates provided by the satellites, the guns the Parthians brought along now turned, aimed by firing computers and fired a volley of VX shells, directly towards the enemy forces. MLRS guns now prepared to fire off another load, this time, cluster munitions and incindiaries, followed by vollies of HE shells. Hopefully, now they would move forward, as the M-29 MBTs moved across the plains towards what was left of the Uzbeks.

General Rostam Bahari looked at the satellite readouts. They neared positions of Uzbek forces, probably pathetic ones at that, but they would not be hard to deal with. They were fighting defensivley, on open plains, not a brilliant move when outclassed and outnumbered. Using the coordinates provided by the satellites, the guns the Parthians brought along now turned, aimed by firing computers and fired a volley of VX shells, directly towards the enemy forces. MLRS guns now prepared to fire off another load, this time, cluster munitions and incindiaries, followed by vollies of HE shells. Hopefully, now they would move forward, as the M-29 MBTs moved across the plains towards what was left of the Uzbeks.

The few remaining (i.e., less than 200) Uzbekis quickly retreated. Meanwhile, the vast majority of the population, having been brutally repressed for years by a totalitarian government, cheered wildly and welcomed the Parthians with open arms.

The Parthians followed on their victories, marching on the cities in combat order, still expecting the civilians to rise up, but hoping their desire for liberation was real. M-29 Rostam MBTs moved past the hulls of the T-55s and T-72s left on the plane by the fleeing Uzbeks, and soon, they would be on Samarkand, but hopefully, the Uzbeks would surrender first. Tajikstan and Kyzirgstan were still there, and the fast victory meant a quick conquest before the Masspwnage forces could invade those targets.

To: Shah Khosru III
From: The new President

The President committed suicide upon the eve of your victory. I assumed power, but shall now turn over control to you. To show our gratitude for your liberating us, I will send 25,000 Uzbekistanis to help you with your next invasion.

Thank you my friend, my mercy will show my gratitude, as will my campaign of modernization. Under Persian rule long ago, this was a prosperous land, but Mongol and Soviet hordes have ruined it. I can fix this place and return it to prosperity.

-Shah Khosru III

Thank you my friend, my mercy will show my gratitude, as will my campaign of modernization. Under Persian rule long ago, this was a prosperous land, but Mongol and Soviet hordes have ruined it. I can fix this place and return it to prosperity.

-Shah Khosru III

Please do. Please stamp out all remaining vestiges of Mongol imperialism and Soviet gangsterism. Please return us to our former glory, and we shall serve the might of Parthia with unmatched enthusiasm and undying devotion.

-the new President

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