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Preparations for an attack, here and after

Filopania
20-09-2005, 05:43
The Assault on Kinjo
Part one:
Preparations for an attack

6:07 PM, Tuesday, September 4th, Z-Opan channel, Presidential speech

“Today, Great People of the Most Serene Republic of Filopania, having only claimed our independence only weeks ago, we were able to rebuild ourselves from nothing, into a great nation!” Cheers erupted from the crowd as the President elect gave his speech of Independence, and Social Report. “We have rebuilt our Education System, our Social Welfare, and Healthcare systems, and they are stronger then ever before!” Cheers once again erupted from the crowd as the slender President Matthew Slovak gave his speech. He looked down with his reading glasses at a pile of note cards that were his speech, sweat dripped down one side of his face and on the podium as the hot sun bore down on him.
It was times like this that Matthew did not like this island paradise of a nation. The heat was so over powering at times, But he could handle it, he grew up here after all. “It has come to my attention though, that other nations of the world are not as successful as us. Our neighbors were not as advanced, so to help them, we set up the Filopanian Neighbors Board to observe, and check on which are ready to accept our way of government, and become great allies!” Another cheer erupted, and then the crowd fell silent as the hands of the President lifted into the area, and showed his mildly tanned hands, and glistening watch on his right arm. “But some of our neighbors are arrogant to our messages of friendship, and compassion…” He lowered his left hand, and dropped it to his side, his right then deformed into a fist, “I have decided, after long discussion in Congress, to vote on launching a full program for the building of nuclear weapons, we have indeed took the first steps, and soon we will show those deaf to our calls the true path!”
10 weeks after Presidential speech, 16:40, Sector 3, B12, Army 4 supported by Super Apaches series 10 Squad 5
“Sir, we are ten minutes to mark… oh…” the transmission was cut as a missile flew right into the helicopter that had sent the message. The sun glared as it flew toward the ground in barrel dive. The thicket of trees below took light as the chopper hit them, cutting a wide circle in the area it had hit. The pilot was dead for sure, he eject too slowly, and found himself caught between a tree, and the ground. His body was snapped in half, and his head was cracked into a strange maneuver. His co-pilot was not so lucky to have a quick painless death. Instead he was impaled on a tree branch long fallen, and died slowly as he screamed in pain as he could see his intestines spill out upon the jungle floor.
A man wearing a camouflaged uniform, on his right sleeve a yellow emblem, with a black crow in the center of it, pushed through the forest pass the downed air craft. A file of men with black polished boots, and berets followed the man in the same, all with the emblem. A screeched was heard over ahead as a jet flew by, no doubt the one that downed the chopper. The men just kept moving as if nothing was going on, one the front one, was an obvious local, his skin tanned, and he not having any tan marks where his beret made contact with his forehead. His black hair slipped out from under the green beret as sweat slipped down his face and off his chin, or cheek.
“Come on people, its up this way, we can hit them hard now, I think we are about twenty clicks from the capital”
6:14 PM, Tuesday, September 4th, Z-Opan channel, Presidential speech
“Drugs have covered this world three times over my Comrades, we must crush it this day, and McNeyism has shown us the path to full protection of our own rights. But these drugs that are pumped from Kinjo right at this moment are destroying our nation and the world, the Decagon Socialist Republic has decided to go on their own drug cleansing, and has already begun. Now, my people, my Comrades, it is time we flew the flag, and set to war on those drugs that hurt us most, not the ones that are privately smoked within out homes, but those smoked on our streets!” The President pounded his fist upon the podium as sweat slipped down, and off his chin, and onto his notes. The crowd let out an out burst screaming Slovak’s name as he stepped down off the podium. He knew that already his forces would push far into the boundaries of Kinjo. But it was long time in the making, those people were fools, they failed to see what the true path was, and the Oligarchy of Filopania would not stand for them. The Senate quickly passed already a declaration of war…
17:00, Sector 4, B12, Army 4 supported by Super Apaches series 10 Squad 5
The men had gotten deeper into enemy territory, they found themselves in the center of the Kinjo capital, and it was not long till they were pinned down with their Comrades in arms. “Comrade, how does it look?” The man beside the Commander of Squad 5 Federico Prego, he was a stocky man of forty, and he was by no means skinny in any aspect. But he was able to command his troops with a deep voice that made his belly rumble as he spoke. Strange how this man could have gotten so far in the shape he was in, but then again he could hold his own as best as many other Wing Berets were.
“We are pinned… but not dead, Comrade, we are far from losing this battle, we should be…” The Sedro Giorgio was cut off as whirling sound came from the sky, and suddenly a blast blew the wall, and building standing in front of theirs exploded. The debris flew forwarded, and it swirled as it flew towards the building holding the fighting men.
“Look at that Commander Federico, it is our guns, they have begun the barrage, our guns in space are finished!”