NationStates Jolt Archive

Youths, Religious activists plunge the RNCI to the brink of civil war

In the recent months youth organizations and religious tolerance groups have been behind a series of riots and acts of violence against the Republic of New Crystal Isles. The youths behind the riots have blamed the steps taken to crack down on youth delinquency by the RNCI authorities. They have caused millions of dollars in damage to various places of business. In one instant a night club was fire-bombed, and a number of unarmed military units were vandalized. More recently, a group of youths from an unknown gang went to the town of Lake Kehau and attempted to burn down the hospital that was once a mall, and have destroyed a number of homes. Approximately 50 senior citizens have died in the attacks and hundreds more are injured.

Lake Kehau was once world famous for parties thrown by teens and young adults from around the world. The former youth haven has since changed after the crackdown on delinquency, and is now inhabited solely by retired senior citizens who have been taking up residence in the small community after the festive beach parties and teen culture were outlawed in 2001. An audio cassette has been found at the scene of the crimes in Lake Kehau.

“These attacks are the beginning” said a male voice on the tape “After the governments steps to persecute teens, Lake Kehau shows the true face of this country. Old, withered, worn out and ugly. A place where teens once partied is now home to a bunch of phlegm hocking old geezers. The old geezers will never sleep peacefully again as long as they’re in Lake Kehau. If the government cares about these people, they had better chill out on way they treat us teens and young adults. We are the future of this country, those old geezers in what was once the party capital of the world are the past. Someone once said you‘ve gotta fight for your right to party, and so we‘ll do just that. Aside from letting us from having fun every now and then, our demands also include lowering the drinking age to 13, less consent laws, increasing the age to serve in the military to 18, removal of mandatory military service, ending the curfew, and letting us be around each other without supervision from our parents.”

The origins of the tape are still unknown. However the youths responsible are believed to be located in the core of Nadia, where a number of earlier riots took place, and a number of illegal parties in the basements of derelict office complexes, factories and warehouses have been broken up by armed squads. These abandoned facilities are also known to be home to persons dodging their mandatory military service and other laws.

Few other major cities are known for youth crime. This is likely because of the heavy military presence in ortega, Axin’s lack of derelict buildings, parks or other secluded areas for undergrounds to congregate. Graut has a low crime rate, however has an increase in missing persons from ages 13-25, and New Star mountain’s population is virtually all adults employed in the mining and foundry industries. The smaller communities simply lack the population and privacy for the formation of any significant youth undergrounds. Aside from Nadia’s warehouse district, the only place they would possibly be hidden out in would be the numerous rainforests on the islands.

Aside from youth activism, numerous religious tolerance groups have been carrying out illegal acts against the republic. A video from infamous human rights activist Andrew Kern was sent directly to the office of the chancellor early today. On the video shot from an unknown location, Kern demanded the legalization of free practice of all religions within the Republic of New Crystal Isles.

Kern has been responsible for vandalizing a statue of the Chancellor, and leading a march of various religious believers down Nadia Square. The demonstrators proceeded to toss Molotov cocktails , rocks, bricks and other objects at the city’s capitol located at the far north side of the square. The demonstrators were later subdued by machine gun fire. It has also been rumored that Kern had planned to lead a march on Hazard Tower as well.

Other religious fundamentalists have also been involved in crimes against the RNCI. Khalid Attas, leader of an RNCI-based Al Qaeda cell. Attas has illegally broadcasted his goals; to overthrow the New Crystal Isles party and to establish Islamic rule in the RNCI, which will be used as a staging ground for attacks on the United States.

The president of the U.S has commented on the issue, and has stated that at the time the U.S military will not be getting directly involved in the affairs of the RNCI due to disagreements on laws and practices carried out by the RNCI government, however Washington has agreed to provide extra ammunition for the RNCI troops to eliminate Khalid Attas, and will provide military aid should Attas become a more serious threat.

The Chancellor has also commented on the issues in an earlier press confrence.

“The Mighty Nation of Crystal Isles will not back down or negotiate with these criminals.” Said Chancellor Vostok Hazard. We will find these criminals and make them pay for their crimes with their lives. This nation will not have another civil war. The United States is providing us with arms to drive out the Al Qaeda terrorists, and we urge the rest of our allies to aid us in this war against these enemies of the Republic.”
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The intelligence sector inside Hazard tower was highly abuzz. Strategy experts were pouring over recon photos, maps and were on the many computers tapping every communication trying to spot the whereabouts of the numerous offending groups. While it was clear, the corrupt youth gangs were virtually all located in Nadia’s warehouse district, finding Attas and Kern were another story. The strategy was clear; a large armed ground force with air support sent into the core of Nadia, and recon aircraft to search the jungles. The forces were to be deployed at 2400 hours.

(OOC: Open MT RP. looking for allies, Enemies)

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Secure Transmission

To: New Crystal Isles
From: Secretary Jean-Paul Chrasten, Kzuu Mai

While Kzuu Mai condemns the actions of both the youth activists and the religious tolerance groups in New Crystal Isles, we also condemn the Government of New Crystal Isles for restricting the freedoms of its young people and religious believers, and urge you to attempt to negotiate with the youth activists and religious groups. We also condemn any military actions the Government may take against the youth activists and the religious tolerance groups, although we agree that the Al-Qaida cell must be flushed out as soon as possible.

Jean-Paul Chrasten, Foreign Secretary of Kzuu Mai

End Transmission

OOC:Mind if the Red Tide Mafia gets in contact with the youth groups?

Within Hazard Tower, a meeting was called to discuss the issue.

"A transmission was recently made to the RNCI, and it clearly states that if we continue our actions, our public image may deteriorate if we continue on our current path against the religious tolerance groups and the delenquents." Said an official

"Those delenquents torched Lake Kehau and turned Nadia into a warzone and they want us to tolerate them." replied Vostok Hazard. "And the religious groups know the rules about that crap"

"Sir" said another official. "About the religious devotees. We could simply segregate them "

"Segregate them?" Scoffed Vostok "How do we do that."

"We could set up colonies on the uninhabited central Island south of Axin" replied the official. "Then if they want to practice religion, they must do it within the confines of the colonies and must also live there too. However they may leave on their own free will, but must leave their beliefs in the colonies."

"An interesting idea." commented Vostok. "But how do we build them? and who will pay for them?"

"We make the religious groups build them." said the official. "If they want their freedom to believe, they will know what's good for them. And we'll pay for the colonies' construction. It will be expensive but will pay off in the long run when we no longer have to use up so much military resources to subdue these people. And the construction projects will create jobs, and after the colonies are built, even more jobs pertaining to the upkeep of the colonies and their infastructure will be opened for the people living in the colonies."

"I like that. They will be able to carry out their crap away from the rest of the people" replied Vostok. "We could also make them pay a living tax, which will be profitable for us, and then the international community can stop complaining. I want this implamented now, and I want the public to know. Get this on CINN now."

A few days later the broadcast was made, and the hunt for the religious tolerance group was terminated. The construction projects would begin in a few days.

However the war against the youths and the Al Qaeda would continue.

(OOC. This is an open RP. Don't mind at at all)

OOC:Oh yeah another note... here on NS, the United States and other Real Life Countries do not exist.

A black and armored mercedes drove through the forrest towards a random rebel Safehouse inside New Crystal Islands. It stopped infront of the safehouse, and a Red Tide Mafia Thug(without the ski mask) got out. All he had was a concealed 9mm pistol for protection... and a white slip of paper, he walked up to the safehouse and knocked.

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The occupants of the rebel safehouse were inside planning their next action when they heard a knock.

"Who the hell's that?" commented one of the rebels. "I'll go check." The rebel approached the door, while the rest grabbed their crude weapons to defend themselves should they need to. The rebel opened a small window on the door and saw the thug.

"Who are you and what is your purpose?" asked the rebel

"I bring a message from our organisation." The thug said in reasonable English, but with a rather heavy Russian accent, holding up the slip of paper, "Should I pass it through that slit or should I leave it on the ground infron of the door?"

OOC:Red Tideans are predominantly Russian.

"A message?" replied the rebel. "Just pass it through the slit."

The Thug did so, then promptly turned and got back into the car which in turn drove off.

The rebel brought it inside. and sat down on an old couch with the other activists and put the note on an old cable spool which they were using as a table. "It's from the Red Tide mafia." said the rebel. "It looks like they're trying to get in contact with us."

"Good." replied another rebel. "we're going to need all the help we can get. Because in a few hours we're heading for Nadia to join up with the activists there. And then we're going to sabotage the subway and make sure the train never moves again, And some dude there also found a listening/surveillance post that we need to take out as well. Then they will finally listen to us.

"And then we have to raid a convience retailer" said another activist. "We're almost out of the fruity happy juice, and that fat blunt I just smoked is giving me the mad munchies, dude."

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Meanwhile throughout the RNCI, the Religious Tolerance Coalition lead by Andrew Kern was gathering in the Graut harbor preparing to head for the deserted central island and start the construction of their colonies. They have been waiting in the harbor since the announcement of their beliefs being semi-decriminalized was made. However, they wouldn't be allowed to leave for a little while yet, as a number of ships were still being loaded with supplies required for the construction...

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Official Statement from President John Holtz of Holy Paradise:
"As the chief diplomat of Holy Paradise, I denounce these riots as cowardly terrorist attacks by horrible people.

That being said, I also believe the terrorists do not represent the majority of the teenage population, and the majority of the religious population. I believe that you must allow religious freedom and give teens more civil rights. However, I also believe you have the right to punish the terrorists in any humane way you wish."

Back in Hazard Tower, the telegram from Holy paradise has been recieved. A response was sent immediately after.

"our government is currently in the process in a small scale decriminalization of religion, confined to colonies in which the followers may come and go as they please. The Teenage rebels are not going to get away with their acts however. The RNCI believes in taking strong steps to keep youth delinquency at a non-existant level, as it has proven to be a problem in a number of other nations around the world, and the destructive acts committed by the rebels in Lake Kehau and Nadia will not go unpunished. The Al Qaeda cell is still at large but we will find them."

RNCI Government

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The ships at Graut port dispatched for the Central Island at approximately 1200 hours. On board the persons were quite excited that they were now allowed to believe in what they want. The people celebrated joyously all the way to the Island. The voyage well into the night.

The island was rather small in size but was still easly large enough to support a number of different colonies for the different faiths. The island was covered in a thick rainforest, and appeared to have level ground. The first thing the colonists would definately have to do was clear some forest, which would take them days to do.

OOC:Oh yeah another note... here on NS, the United States and other Real Life Countries do not exist.



yeah but it is alright to take there military equipment like me and my T-72s

The Mafia message read the following

Dear Sir/Madam
"Our organisation has noticed your plight and are willing to sell you weapons... assuming you have the money for them. Now let us tell you one simple thing, the more we trust you, the better weapons we will sell you. Since you are new customers, we will NOT be offering you any of the big hardware, such as tanks, Armored Personnel Carriers, Artillery Guns, Short Range Ballistic Missiles(such as SCUDs and FROG-7s), and so on and so forth. For now the biggest thing we will sell you will be Rocket Launchers and sticks of dynamite. For a catologue, please come to our safehouse at [insert address here]."

Signed, The Boss*

OOC:The Boss is the mysterious leader of the Red Tide Mafia.

yeah but it is alright to take there military equipment like me and my T-72s

OOC:The Red Tide Mafia actually has access to the T-90S Main Battle Tank, the most advanced tank in service with the Russian Army. It is capable of going toe-toe against United States M1A2 Abrams, Germany's Leopard 2A6, Britians Challenger 2, and the French Leclerc. The T-72 on the other hand is woefully outdated and undergunned, its main cannon can only fire 2.5km(in comparison with 4km with the more advanced tanks) and lacks sufficient puch at maximum range. That was one of the reasons it got blown away by the M1A2 in Desert Storm and Iraqi Freedom.

"Hey how much cash do we have" asked one of the rebels. "Assuming we didn't blow all that money we got out of that bank we trashed on wine and dope. The Red Tides want to sell us small arms and dynamite, something we're going to need if we want to sack Nadia tonight."

One of the rebels opened their strongbox which was located under an overturned oil drum. "We have about DC15,000.

"That should get us a few sticks of dynamite and a few handguns for each of us." commented tone of the rebels. "Now we better get our asses to the Red Tide. the clock is ticking."

The band of rebels went behind the old building that was serving as the safe house and removed a green tarpulin that covered their vehicles; Two dune buggies, one four-wheel ATV, Two three wheelers and a dirtbike. The rebels fired up their vehicles and headed for the Red Tide's safehouse that was well hidden in the rainforest far from the beaten path. It took them awhile to find it, but eventually they did. Once the building was located, they knocked on the door...

OOC:How much is DC15,000 worth in American Dollars?
IC:The Thug opened the door, this one was wearing his ski mask, "You come to see Ivola? Follow me."

He led the rebels into the back room of the safehouse, while walking through they walked past racks upon racks of various American, Russian, and European weapons. at one point they walked through a garage which was filled with T-90S Main Battle Tanks and BMP-2 APCs. In the Backroom, a woman, surprisingly enough, wearing sun glasses sat behind a desk. She smiled when the thug and the rebels came in.

"AH! You must be the freedom fighters. My name is Ivola Emmetovich. I assume you are here for the small arms and explosives catalogues? Here you go." She said pushing across a catologue that had the label, 'Small Arms, Rocket Launchers, and Dynamite, JOY!'

The catologue had the following weapons:

Pistols:
Colt .45: A 9mm handgun. Famous around the world and used virtually everywhere. 200 American Dollars.

Submachineguns:
MP-5:Who can NOT know of the MP-5. This VERY famous weapon is good for close combat. 400 American Dollars

Uzi: An Isrealis weapon, superb submachine gun and VERY famous. 300 American Dollars

P-90: A excellent weapon, it has the farthest effective range of any submachine gun. 700 American Dollars

Assualt Rifles:
G-36: A European weapon. Excellent range and stopping power, though a bit too bulky for close range combat. 600 American Dollars

AKS-74U: A more advanced version and compact version of the AK-74, which is in turn a more advanced AK-47. Favored by Russian Special Forces. 800 American Dollars

M4A1:Powerful, compact, and great range. This gun is favored among American Special Forces. VERY advanced, kinda costly. 1,000 American Dollars.

Rocket Launchers:
RPG-16:A Russian version of the American LAW. Single Shot, VERY short range, disposable. Issue lkie hand grenades. 1300 American Dollars.

AT-4:A American Anti-Tank Rocket. Effective Range of 800 meters. A excellent anti-tank choice. 1800 American Dollars.

Dynamite:
Dynamite:Remotely detonated. Make sure to put a sufficient amount on the target. Good for demolition work. Cost:500 American Dollars per stick."

(ooc: 1.8467 digital credits = $1)

"This is an interesting collection said one of the rebels to himself."

One of the rebels sat at the desk and read out what they wanted

"we'll take five sticks of dynamite, one MP-5 and three colts." said the rebel
"And since you're trusting us to help our cause, we'll let you know where the rest of the major Youth of the Republic cells are located." The rebel then proceeded to hand Ivola a map of the city of Nadia, with various locations (mostly in the city's core) circled in red. The rebel explained to her that there may be plenty of persons there looking to buy equipment.

After paying the mob, the rebels took their purchase and headed back to their safehouse.

Once at the safehouse, the small group rounded up some supplies which were stored on a shelf built into the back wall, just below the safe house's roof consisting of molotov cocktails, a stolen SAR-21 (the only gun amongst the group until they bought the weapons from the mob), a set of binoculars, a few two way radios, and a three hunting knives. The group loaded the supplies into the cargo compartments on their vehicles and then drove off to Nadia, which would take about one hour.

A man in a black biker jacket watched the vehicles pull away. Damn he thought to himself. He hopped on a motorcycle he had leaning on a streetlamp and tailed the vehicles, trying to stay out of sight.

As they sped down the dim highway, one of the rebels looked back and noticed a small unidentifiable shape moving down the road.

"what the hell was that?" said the rebel to the driver of the dune buggy he was riding in. "What the hell was what?" replied the driver. "I didn't see anything." the passenger just sat back and forgot about what he saw.

A few minutes later they approached a sign that said "NADIA 5 KM.", along with a number of billboards advertising night clubs, hotels, restraunts and other attractions. They were getting close to the city limits. One of the rebels glanced at his watch, which read 11:00 PM. In the distance, the lights of Nadia were shining brightly.

Nadia. The biker cruised towards the lights that illuminated the night sky. The most of 'em probably holed up here he accelerated.

The small group of rebels finally reached the city's outskirts. Nadia was the largest city in the nation, housing over half the population of the RNCI.. It's archetecture made of brick and wood made the city look like something out of the early 20th century. It was a vast expance of class 2 and three living complexes, retail centers, offices, warehouses, factories, nightclubs, casinoes and a number of other venues. The rebels were on the outskirts. They had to make their way into the core of the city to the rougher area of Nadia's warehouse district. How they would avoid being spotted was beyond them. The best bet was to stick to back lanes. The youths drove their vehicles down a number of alley ways. They were suprised at the lack of patrols in the city, especially after the recent riots. In fact, the street traffic consisted soley of electric streetcars and a few privately owned vehicles. Typical. The drive to the run down section of Nadia's warehouse district was uneventful, but was time consuming after a long detour around the infamous Nadia square had to be made. The rebels weren't stupid enough to go there.
The rough area was nicknamed "Desolation Ghetto." It was once part of the warehouse district but over the years the area had been neglected as the buildings in this area had aged beyond being feasable. It was now littered with random garbage and home to a number of dirty nightclubs, a few "Mr Money" outlets, a shark like place where cheques could be cashed and payday loans could be made, a laundromat, a dingy grocery store, a few laundromats, headshops where one could pick up smoking supplies and weird magazines and posters, rundown hotels that saw their best days over half a century ago, adult stores, pawn shops, a liquor store, and a brothel. The ruined, long abandoned factories and low end tenements completed the scene.
The rebels now had to meet up with their counterparts in the basement of an old warehouse called Imperial Storage Co. After driving past the plethora of hobos, prostitutes, winos, beggars, loan sharks, illegal drug dealers, pimps, thugs, and other urchins, the warehouse was found. The thump of loud techno or industrial music could be heard inside.

One of the rebels banged on the door, and a slim girl aged somewhere between 18 and 20 answered. She had long pink hair tanned skin and was about 5'8 tall. She was wearing a yellow tank top, baby blue ankle boots, black leather bikini shorts, goggles on her forehead and a colorful plastic necklace. In her hands were two long neon glowing staffs.

"Oh Zeke it's you" cheered the girl when she saw the rebels.

"Yes Sierra I'm here. "I brought Smokey, Julie, Ramone, Nash, Rocco, and Trent as well."

"I see that." Replied Sierra. You guys better come in here.

Inside the warehouse there was an intense rave party going on with about a thousand teens and young adults dancing around in stupor. Sierra led the group of rebels to a secluded area in the upper sections of the building. The room was dimly lit had a long table in the middle, a bunch of posters of nude models, an infamous Communist revolutionary, some music bands that were popular in capitalist societies, and other assorted things. The rest of the room was covered in graffitti, mostly of gold falcons with lines through them.

"About that surveillance post." started Zeke. "where is it?"

"The listening and surveillance post post was set up in the upper floors of Jarvis Heights, a large class three living complex a few blocks away." Replied Sierra. "And you know where the subway tunnel you want to destroy is. It's on the corner of Industry street and Iron Avenue. The entrance is just outside the old brewery and the abandoned tractor factory. And in order to carry out this mission, a small force is nessicary in order to keep things from getting too out of hand therefore alarming the military. So that's where you come in. While I noticed you brought some explosives, we still have a number of home made explosives should you need more. We don't have many weapons, so use the ones you have wisely. Good luck. And maybe try raiding a Mr Money or a liquor store. We're going to need cash, and I think we can all use some wine."

The group headed down the stairs...

OOC:The Red Tide Mafia actually has access to the T-90S Main Battle Tank, the most advanced tank in service with the Russian Army. It is capable of going toe-toe against United States M1A2 Abrams, Germany's Leopard 2A6, Britians Challenger 2, and the French Leclerc. The T-72 on the other hand is woefully outdated and undergunned, its main cannon can only fire 2.5km(in comparison with 4km with the more advanced tanks) and lacks sufficient puch at maximum range. That was one of the reasons it got blown away by the M1A2 in Desert Storm and Iraqi Freedom.


we deploy T-80s and some t-72 moderna models


it is used by my nation due to its cost effectiveness we also deploy T-90s

"Alright we need to blow up the subway tunnel first" commented Zeke. "The government will listen to us after that, and it will probably mess up troop movement." The small squad of rebels moved through dark, garbage strewn alley ways inhabited by hobos, drunks and junkies living in crude, makeshift dwellings made of garbage. This way they would be less likely to be spotted. A good thing, considering an attack helicopter had just made a flyby over the alleyway. At the end of the alley was a street, and on the other side was what appeared to either be some kind of junk yard or chop shop surrounded by a chain link fence. The street was lit up brightly with street lamps and flickering neon signs. After a quick look, the youths bolted across the street, and hopped the fence into the chop shop grounds. The grounds were strewn with automobiles tires, oil drums, 5 gallon buckets, and a ton of random car parts and tools. Some of the vehicles here were left over from the capitalist era which came to an end in the late 40's. There was even an old streetcar in here, a perfect place to hide. The group ran toward the old streetcar and hid inside. The interior was completely gutted. And sure enough another aircraft flew over the city. This time it was a fighter jet of some kind. But then the Youths could hear some loud barking and something running towards them. They readied their weapons and right outside, a ferocious rottweiler with a head about the size of a bowling ball was growling at the youths and barking angrilly. Ramone drew his Colt .45 and shot the dog three times in the head, smashing it's skull into several fragments. They decieded it was now a good time to leave. After a dash across the other half of the chop shop grounds, The youths found themselves in another alley. The abandoned tractor factory loomed in the distance. They were getting close.

At the other end of the alleyway, a stairway connected to the side of a building led down to an underground tunnel. They were at the subway station. This station was generally unused. The amount of garbage on the ground, an old snack machine with a faded "out of order" sign on it, and a vandalized ticket dispenser was a sure sign of this.

"ok Zeke, where should we stick the bombs." commented Ramone.

"On the support pillars over there, genius." replied Julie, pointing at four pillars on each side of the tracks. They proceeded to tape a stick of dynamite to each of the four support pillars. They had one left

"put this on the roof of the tunnel." said Zeke. "It may drop some rocks and crap on the tracks or something."

"Dude I don't know." replied Smokey. That's pretty high up.

Zeke looked around the station, and saw what he needed.

"The snack machine." said Zeke. "Drag it to the tracks." The entire group slowly struggled to drag the old vendor to the tracks and successfully dropped it over the side of the boarding platfor and onto the tracks, landing the machine on it's side. After struggling to set the machine upright in the middle of the tracks, Zeke climbed on top the machine, but still couldn't reach the roof. Julie grabbed an old garbage can and passed it up to him. Still not enough.

"Is there anything else down there I can use to stand on?" Asked Zeke. "I can't reach it yet." The group looked around the station. Rocco and Trent returned with a milk crate and a cinder block. Zeke stacked these on top the garbage can and climbed up. It was quite flimsy, so he had to be careful. However, he could almost reach the top of the tunnel now. He successfully jumped up and stuck the bomb to the ceiling of the tunnel, but when he landed, his stack of junk collapsed, and in the process he banged his leg on the snack machine and took a nasty tumble back down to the tracks. He got bruised and had the wind knocked out him, but the worst thing was a slight vibration in the tracks getting stronger and stronger. A train was coming.

"Zeke, get off the tracks!" yelled Trent as Zeke struggled to his feet and ran back to the boarding platform. Seconds later a train came by and smashed the snack machine several feet down the tracks, and effortlessly chewed the other junk into a heap of useless plastic shreds. The group then charged up the stairs out of the station, and hid in an alcove covering the entrance to an old boarded up building. "Where's the detonator?" Shouted Julie, as the group searched themselves frantically looking for it. "It's right here." replied Trent.
"Push it! Push it!" shouted ramone. Trent hit the button, and an ear splitting explosion erupted in the subway tunnel. Piles of debris and smoke were blown out of the entrance to the station and onto the street. After the blast, the youths headed back down to inspect their handy work. A large section of the ceiling collased onto the track leaving a pile of rubble large enough to prevent any trains from moving. The hole in the ceiling was so large that the road above was likely to be unstable. They headed back out of the tunnel - and saw an All Terrain supply vehicle heading their way down the street. They didn't flee though, instead they hid to see if there would be anymore damage. When the slow moving tracked vehicle drove over the unstable spot, the road collapsed, and the front end of the vehicle plunged down. The rear section was still above the surface. The group took the opportunity to search the accessable storage compartments. A few grenades, some rations, a fire axe some smoke bombs and a jug of gas were found. The gas can would be too bulky to carry, so they decieded to cause more damage. They taped a grenade to the jug and then tossed it down the stairs. Another explosion, with every flammible thing ablaze in the station. Now was the time to leave the scene for Jarvis Heights. As they left, a train in the tunnel smashed into the supply unit and crushed it. The result was an intense blast that ignited the ammunition aboard the supply vehicle - and also destroyed the train. That tunnel wasn't going to be clear anytime soon....

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The man on the motorcycle watched the explosion while whispering into a cell phone. "These people mean business. They could help our movement."
The voice responded, "You know what to do."
He slammed the phone shut and hopped on his bike, ready to follow them further...

Instead of going straight to Jarvis Heights, the youths sat in a back alley to rest a bit. While they rested, Trent picked up the binoculars and surveyed the area to make sure it was safe. He saw something unusual.
"What the hell is that?" said Trent. "It looks like a biker."
"A biker? replied Rocco. "I havent seen too many of them for a little while. Maybe he's part of the revolution. The government don't like them too much I hear"
"do you suggest we go ask him what he's up to?" asked Julie.
"No. let's wait here and see what he does." Said Zeke. "And besides Jarvis Heights isn't too far away."

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Fort Rellikaide was on red alert after the news about the explosion in Nadia reached them. They weren't going to deploy the troops quite yet, but the news caused the base to have other plans.

Alarms were blaring and troops were pouring out of the barracks to the center of the base where they were confronted by their commander Surge McDagget.

McDagget was a ruthless soldier by all means. He first came to glory during the 1987-1989 war and was responsible alone for the majority of the enemy kills made during the war. His ruthlessness caused to rise from private to full fledge sergeant in those three short years.

"Allright listen up!" bellowed McDagget on a loudspeaker. "Those ****-ing kids have gone on too far, and the republic isn't going to take their crap anymore. We are going to go into Nadia and slaughter everyone age 13-25 who is seen on the streets anywhere in that city and at anytime, EVEN IF THEY AREN'T A REBEL. I don't know why the Chancellor didn't level desolation ghetto years ago but it doesn't matter. I want that place hit so hard that I don't even want to see a single COCKROACH still alive. Now get your asses mobilized." The troops ran from the center of the base and piled into vehicles. The forces planned on being in Nadia at noon the next day.

...And again