NationStates Jolt Archive

Twenty years had passed since the reports of artillery reverberated across the forested landscape of Buechoria. Twenty years since the agonizing screams of infantry as they succumbed to the horrendous and devastating effects of chemical weapons. Twenty years since twin neutron bombs detonated over the eastern beaches of the Federal Republic of Buechoria and flashboiled Belemese troops and tankers. Twenty years since Belem deployed nuclear weapons to wipe out the entire Second Fleet and extinguish the lives of three thousand soldiers at a missile base in rural Buechoria. The war in Buechoria had been devastating to the Armed Republic. However, the nation had come out victorious, twice.

The Federal Republic of Buechoria was looking for assistance against the twin aggressor nations of Sino and Belem when the Armed Republic stepped in and immediately deployed thousands of soldiers to the Buechorian republic, hoping to stall and potentially push back the numerically superior force of Belem. What happened, though, exceeded even the wildest dreams of field commanders and strategists alike. The Armed Republic pushed the Belemese all the way back to their landing points before they succumbed to our calls for a cease fire. A treaty was formulated and Belem maintained a single base on Buechorian soil. Conflict had not ceased there. And within a matter of months, intelligence suggested Belem intended to rekindle the war and start anew. The Armed Republic took the initiative and luanched a debilitating preemptive strike, knocking down Belem's ability to effectively fight. They retreated in mere weeks. The sounds of victory swept across Buechoria and the Armed Republic alike as Soviet Bloc soldiers settled into their bases for a tour of duty which would never leave the Buechorian republic...


In that span of twenty years, the Armed Republic built up a massive force of dozens of thousands of soldiers, all under the umbrella of the Buechorian Theatre of Operations Defense Force [BTODF], a force of Armed Republic soldiers dedicated to the defense of the Buechorian republic. And in those twenty years, trillions of United States dollars were poured into rebuilding the tattered nation, as their two cultures became so intertwined it was hard to tell one from the next. Armed Republic soldiers stationed in the country often returned home with Buechorian women as their brides. Buechoria had, in effect, become an autonomous district of the Armed Republic. But that was only in words uttered by the government, it was time to make it reality. The Federal Republic of Buechoria would soon become the nineteenth district of the Armed Republic...




The steps echoed down the stone walls of the Vogelsang-headquarters of the Buechorian Theatre of Operations Defense Force as the single liasion officer briskly moved towards the heavy oak door at the end of the corridor. As he arrived, he stood fast and rapped the door three quick times, alerting its occupant to his presence. The brass handle turned as the door pulled open, revealing the clean-shaven face of the Cheif Marshal of the Buechorian Theatre of Operations Defense Force. His eyes lit up as he realized who it was, "Come in Mr. Vasikovskiy... And have a seat."

The liasion officer provided a nod of acknowledgement and stepped in through the opening door, quickly seating himself in an almost robotic fashion. The Cheif Marshal followed seconds after and seated himself behind the heavy desk which dominated the office. He glanced at the liasion officer's face as it scanned the room, "Igor, we're clean. We have every room here that they're not in regularly scoured for intelligence devices. There's nothing in here and the walls are soundproofed, they can't pick anything up out of this room." He could visually see the man give a sigh of relief. "Now what is it that's so important they can't send via secure communication?"

The liasion officer frowned, "This." He lifted a briefcase from the side of the chair and quickly dialed in his combination. The two locks flicked open and he produced a single manilla file from the briefcase, letting it slide across the Cheif Marshal's desk.

"Hmm..." Cheif Marshal Vladimr Koruk pulled the file closer and lifted its cover, gazing at the summary statement listed at the top of the initial page. He glanced up periodically at the waiting liasion officer. He eyed the document cautiously before leaning back. "Is this true?"

"Look at the signature."

"Its the Kagans."

The liasion officer nodded with him, "Yes. And the orders are completely true. You have direct orders from the Kagan himself to mobilize your forces for immediate duty. If they resist our peaceful attempts at annexing them, you are to forcefully integrate them within the Armed Republic."

Vladimr squinted and leaned over his desk, placing his head in his hands. He lifted up the receiver to his phone and pressed a single button. "Hello, Kira? Yes, would you please expel all Buechorians from the facility. No, tell them its for a building security training exercise, we don't want to get anyone hurt. Yes, also expel all non-essential personnel. Have Marshal Gregorov stop at my office, okay? Alright. Thanks. Oh, and send a message to the Buechorian leader, Eric Rechnitz, set up a meeting for this afternoon. We have important stuff to discuss, if he needs to know tell him its important Armed Republic diplomacy information, we're changing our policies. Thank you." He set the receiver down.



By now, several hours after requesting the presence of Eric Rechnitz, he had arrived and was being escorted into the Cheif Marshal's office on the second floor of the Armed Republic Building in Vogelsang, home of the Buechorion Theatre of Operations Defense Force. He had been allowed two aides, his security stood outside idly chatting with the Armed Republic Strakhen Soldat Armiya, their ARSB equivalent, as the two groups had grown very acquainted during their duration and most had known each other on a personal basis. Beyond the heavy oak doors and within the soundproof office of the BTODF Commander, other issues were being discussed...


"Good afternoon, Mr. Rechnitz. I've requested your audience because the Kagan has issued some new diplomacy which directly relates to Buechoria... " The Cheif Marshal handed the leader an official government document, and before Eric could begin, he read it out loud...

"President Eric Rechnitz and the people of the Federal Republic of Buechoria... The Armed Republic of Soviet Bloc and the people of the Federal Republic of Buechoria have an intertwined history full of tragedy and rebirth since that fateful day when the Armed Republic opened up relations with the nation of Buechoria, days before it was invaded by the heathenistic nations of Belem and Sino. We came to your aid. And saved your people and your nation from certain destruction, devastation, and death, at the cost of over sixty thousand soldiers and a thousand citizens of the Armed Republic. Our people have shed blood together, as evident by the Belem missile strikes on your cities, and their strike on our coastal cities. We did not tolerate these actions and pushed the Belemese back with a vigor never before seen. We avenged the fallen. And ever since the cessation of hostilities, our two nations have become friends, allies, as our military continues to patrol the Federal Republic and keep your nation and its people protected. In a sense, we have militarily occupied your nation for twenty years, yet you've rebounded by the infusion of Soviet money and companies into your nation's economy. Without us, you would have never survived. And without you, we would have never achieved the stage we are at right now in this world. We are both integral supporters of the other, and that should remain forever so. Therefore, I will ask you, President Rechnitz, and your legislature, to join the Armed Republic as an autonomous district, a peaceful annexation if you will... Technically, it has been this way since the war ended, but only until now will it be officially verified. If you resist, we will forcefully annex your nation, now matter how much we do not wish to do. I urge you to take the best interests of your nation in mind, as you can only benefit from integrating into the Armed Republic... Regards, Kagan Viktor R. Dokhturov."

Cheif Marshal Vladimr Koruk lifted his head from reading the paper and glanced at the Buechorian President, awaiting his thoughts but quickly interjecting a final proposition, "If you do, you will be named the provisional governor of this district, to be District XIX, the Autonomous Buechorian District."



OOC - This is semi-open. It mostly concerns the continent of Verdesia but its open to allies as well.

President Eric Rechnitz sighed deeply as he considered this. Buechoria and Soviet Bloc’s cultures had become intertwined, and without their support through the unstable years of economic reform during and after the war, the entire nation would have fallen into a pit of depression and poverty. Perhaps, He pondered, This would be for the best. I don’t seem to have much of a choice, either. Why resist something that couldn’t be stopped if we denied it? I could not bear another war, especially not with such a close friend of a nation. His lips parted, but no words came out as his mind raced. The 2005 elections were coming up. If he made the wrong choice, his political career would be ruined, not to mention that if worse came to worse, politics might not even exist. Would the Armed Republic rule with an iron fist as he feared they might?

He prayed they didn’t as he slowly spoke in shaky Russian, “Da. It would be an honour to be acknowledged as the 19th district.” A nervous smile appeared on his face as he stood up. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice was calling out not to accept the offer. It was too late though; no turning back.

The Cheif Marshal grinned, he was certain that the President could not refuse the offer, after all, the Armed Republic had played a massive role in the shaping of his government, and his nation. He stood up and offered his hand to shake.

"President, your decision is sound and suits your nation's best interests. However, now it is your duty to relay the proceedings of this to your people. And afterward, I propose we celebrate. It is a momentous, and joyous occasion, for both of our peoples, and it must be treated as such. All expenditures will be paid for by the Kagan and the government. You, and your nation, will be formally recognized and introduced as the Nineteenth District of the Armed Republic of Soviet Bloc." He gave an assuring nod before the rest of the annexation orders formed in the back of his mind...



The news wouldn't be released back in the Armed Republic until the Buechorian president relayed it to his nation. Then, the news would be released as a grand date, the day of the induction of the Nineteenth District into the Armed Republic. However, the story in Buechoria was vastly different, at least to the members of the Army, Navy, and Air Force of the Armed Republic. Already, forces were called to duty and rallied for the formal introduction of martial law, to undoubtedly quell the rebellious minds which would arise. There was no telling what Buechoria's own police and military forces would do, so preparations were taken in earnest and the Buechorian Theatre of Operations Defense Force, once again, rallied for war... Preparing to fight those it had spent twenty years to defend....

The ride back to his residence was quiet, leaving President Rechnitz to his own thoughts. How would he inform the nation? What would their reaction be?

Was this the right choice?

He was startled from his reverie as the door was opened by the chauffer. Rechnitz gave him a curt nod as he stepped out of the vehicle and walked the stone pathway to his modest home. Phone calls needed to be made and speeches written. His tired feet carried him through the house until he reached his cozy office in the attic. Removing his jacket, he sat down behind a large oak desk, immediately calling his cabinet for an emergency meeting at the capitol.

At eight o’ clock in the evening, Rechnitz had arrived at the huge structure where all of Buechoria’s political affairs were handled. Soon he was sitting at a large round table, the members representing all of the departments of the government surrounding him. The shouting began moments after he had finished speaking.

He couldn’t even begin to imagine how the populous would react.

The Kagan's personal foreign affairs aide Vyacheslav Temnikov settled himself into the seat facing the Kagan's desk. He glanced to Dokhturov's face with a fairly sorrowful look. "Things aren't working out quite as planned." He let out a sigh, of relief or actual disbelief, no one knew, but he let his head lay against the high back of the chair as his eyes scanned the dark and ornate ceiling. "Our interior informant of the Buechorian government is telling us that Rechnitz's own staff aren't with the program. And already, rumours are abound of a potential Presidential assassination plot, likely formulated by his soon-to-be-renegade cabinet. We don't know about the populace, however, as the President has just released the news to the nation."


Sighing, Viktor R. Dokhturov, the Kagan of the Armed Republic, buried his head into his hands. "You know. I don't get it. Its so obvious to the Buechorians that they've long ago been assimilated into the Armed Republic. And now what? We officially recognize it and the government's going crazy. We put the bastards there in the first place. And don't tell me about national identity, they'd keep it, its deeper than that."


"Viktor, I don't know what's wrong with them. But we've got to act. And act now. The populace, as of right now, and for all we know, is undecided, I have no reports on what's going on. However, if Rechnitz's own government is against the annexation, imagine their ability to sway the people. We have to take them out." He closed his eyes, not sure if eliminating the opposition would assist or enflame the situation.


Lifting his head, the Kagan spoke, "Are you sure that'd be our best bet?"


With a wavering, and unsure voice, the aide replied, "I don't know... I don't know."


"I doubt the populace would be happy hearing about the sudden disappearance of their government the next day? Or their families."


"Of course not. But we can keep that hidden by silencing the families and getting Rechnitz to acknowledge he's disbanding his current government and reinstating a new one. We'll hand-pick their successors." He nodded his head in silent approval. He stopped and then spoke again, "But, if the slightest thing went wrong we could be faced with a rebellion tenfold of what we experienced in Kazakhstan, and that, for all intents and purposes, was a failure." He once again sighed, remembering the actual government of the Armed Republic, under the leadership of the previous leader, actually capitulating to a bunch of rag-tag rebellious mountain men and giving them status as an autonomous republic. It was a well-hidden failure, and warfare still raged in the country on a daily basis as federal soldiers continuously dispersed rebellious crowds in this autonomous district.


Impressed by the initial prospect and not the potential outcome, the Kagan voiced his opinion, "I think its our best bet? What else can we do? Run away? Capitulate? Buechoria is a vital part of this nation. I know from my Minister of Defence, that we would lose sixty percent of our ability to deploy forces abroad if we abandoned Buechoria. Its an integral part of our force readiness and deployment plans. In fact, Buechoria has the largest Armed Republic military facility in the entire military, even larger than domestic bases. We cannot pull out, and we cannot let that country fall from our grasp. We'll do this, and if it does not work, we'll forcibly, and quickly, annex them and quell this problem before it ever becomes one. Good?"


The only sign of approval from the aide came from his silent slight lifting his head several times repetitively, a weak nod. "Alright."


Six Hours Later

Lifting the SR-90S assault carbine to his shoulder, Team Leader Lieutenant Sergey Ptichkin waved his crew forward. The seven other men, all Junior or Senior Sergeants, moved forward, pulling their now pitch black frames forward, their VEPR next generation infantry combat systems flexing with their every move. He lifted his hand as the whine of the twin turbofans behind him began their slow spin to flight. He began to speak, not through any auditory means but by neural, the messages being directly deployed via his mind, "Alright, team, we've gotten our orders, every one clear on mission objectives?" Their replies came in the form of visual confirmations. "Good, anything you need to know will be right here." He patted his helmet. "Let's move." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder towards the waiting MV-87C Coba light turbofan transport. It had been a modified variant, fitted for special forces insertion and protection, and would, in the darkness of this drizzly night, drop the team near the Vogelsang-based capitol building of the Federal Republic of Buechoria. It wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary, as MV-87Cs made frequent runs and drops through the city, often in a VIP transport or protection role. Nothing would be thought of the MV-87C as it landed at a designated government landing facility, its dull whine lost in the sounds of the city.

Ptichkin stepped aside as his team filed up the ramp into the berth of the waiting MV-87C, and as they all climbed aboard, he himself turned around and moved into the aircraft, depressing the ramp close toggle as he did so. He shaked his arms as the beads of water flew from the suit and watched the grayish haze from outside morph into the corrugated metal finish of the ramp, with a faint glow of blue. It wasn't from any lights but the headsets of the VEPR NGICS systems. The seven sets of two glowing blue orbs glanced around, looking up, leaning back, seemingly dancing within the aircraft. He couldn't help but to chuckle. He tapped into his neural communications set and issued the team's ready to go call to the pilot. He received a confirmation. And the lone green LED light above the door switched to red as the audible whine from the turbofans grew to a dull roar, a slight shake alerting the team to their departure from terra firma.

The team leader spun around and addressed his soldiers, "Alright, I'll run through this again, as it usually helps you understand it better if I go through it verbally. The President's cabinet is holding a private meeting at their capitol in Conference Chambers Two, which should be on your map of the building. When we get there, we won't have to worry about security, as we've got several guys in their security system that'll get us through. When we're inside, I'll send a secure transmission to another informant, one of Rechnitz's personal aides, who will enter the chambers and inform Rechnitz of important business, a private phone call from our Kagan. Hopefully, their cabinet will stay put while Rechnitz leaves the chambers. We'll then subdue Rechnitz and take him to an office where Vejislav and Komroskiy will set him up with a communications set to talk directly with the Cheif Marshal. The rest of us will then enter the chambers and subdue the entire cabinet, aside from Minister of Defense Karl Teuber, his picture is in your mission documents folder. All of them will be subdued and handcuffed, Teuber will be led to where Rechnitz is, and the rest will be shuffled out to a liasion vehicle which will be waiting at the south doors. Confirm?" He received a flurry of head nods. "Great. Ten minutes ETA." He banged his fist against the metal fuselage two times, the twin strikes common when the OMONIA Black Berets lift off for a mission. The fuselage shook as the remaining seven men followed suit.

The pilot's voice echoed through each soldier's direct neural interface "Approaching Vogelsang, turn off the lights boys." The blue orbs all faded and died. The entire troop compartment lit by the single red LED diode positioned above the rear ramp. However, the troops weren't blind, no, far from it. Now they had activated their night vision and thermal interface systems, allowing them unparalleled vision of the night.

The aircraft itself weaved through the airspace as it kept to its tight flight profile. In a matter of minutes its inertia began to fade as the thrust vectoring began preparing the vehicle for vertical landing. The pilot, guided by infrared, night vision, and radar views settled the aircraft down in the landing facility several blocks from the capitol building. Lieutenant Sergey Ptichkin strolled up to the ramp and took a glance at his men, already prepared for combat, their SR-90S assault rifles poised in combat position. "Load your arms." Each soldier's right hand lifted to the SR-90S's receiver and grasped the charging handle. A swift, and near choreographed, movement slid the charging handles back and let them slam into position. Their 6.5mm rifles were now loaded, a round in the chamber, and another twenty nine in the magazine. Sergey returned his head to facing the ramp as his hand hovered over the ramp release toggle. He tapped it once and the ramp began its quick and fluid drop. Instantly, he lifted his SR-90S carbine variant of the SR-90S assault rifle and leapt off the edge of the ramp, surveying his left arc. Junior Sergeant Viktor Komroskiy followed after and covered the right arc, each soldiers squatting as the muzzles of their assault rifles scanned the darkness.

Soon, the entire team followed, filtering into the night as their pitch black and insignia-less uniforms meshed with enveloping black. The group moved towards their designated movement route, an abandoned alleyway, unlit by any light, and never populated. All orders and communications were deployed neurally, not a single physical emote or signal. They moved fluidly and silently, much like a snake following its prey. The squad continued from alleyway to alleyway, pausing only once as a Vogelsang Police Department cruiser idled by, the police officer inside oblivious to his surroundings.

Within minutes of their being dropped off, they were on the fenceline of the Capitol building. The stout matte black fence was of no match for the limberness and agility of the OMONIA Black Berets who simply leapt over the fence, albeit carefully to not disturb known detection gear in the distant areas. The detection equipment, including motion detectors, cameras, and other systems had been temporarily disabled by Armed Republic agents within the security forces of the capitol. The armed guards had been infiltrated as well and a group of Armed Republic OMONIA agents had secured the south lawn security perimeter. Already, the Black Berets could see their prey, casually strolling as they observed the night with night vision headsets, loaded assault rifles cradled in their arms. Ptichkin waved an infrared flag and the guard's heads instantly snapped towards where the mighty flash had just appeared. It flashed again and they knew who it was. With an arm raised, the detail commander waved the group forward.

The entire Black Beret squad quickly descended on the detail commander's position as Ptichkin pulled up his facemask to confer with the detail commander. "Igor, everything's clear?" he said in a dull, whispering voice.

"Aye, keep it quiet, I'm not sure on the west lawn guys so be wary of them, I know a few of them and they like to casually peruse the entire perimeter. So be extra careful. I've talked to Vik inside and everythings clear and waiting. Good luck." The detail commander waved the Black Berets away.

Before replacing his facemask, Ptichkin winked, "Thanks." He glanced at his team and jerked his head towards the doorway. Neurally he ordered two junior sergeants to enter the door and make sure its clear. The two men quickly activated their secondary armament systems, tranquilizer dart launchers, and moved towards the doorway, one on either side. The soldier on the left pushed open the door and quickly entered the hall, the man on the right moving swiftly in behind him and covering the left sector. Nothing was heard nor seen. A neural communication ushered the rest of the team in and the group moved as one, disappearing into the dark halls of the capitol within.

Upon following a labryinth of hallways chosen to protect the Black Berets from detection and identification, they arrived at the rally point, a small lounge area just outside the chamber's doors. They could hear the drone of talking within as a cadre of armed guards, all OMONIA agents, stood fast, scanning the fully lit corridors. One moved his arm to indicate to the Black Berets that everything was working, the aide would arrive shortly...

And here he came, dressed in a suit with a packet of documents at his side. Oblivious of the Black Berets, he positioned himself at the heavy oak doors leading into the chambers and steadied himself. With a flick of his wrist the door pushed inward and he entered the room, scanning the gathering of Ministers and aides. He faced himself towards the President and began speaking, "President Rechnitz, I'm sorry to interrupt but the Kagan of the Armed Republic is on the phone, waiting for you." And before the President could entertain the idea of a public conversation the aide quickly spoke, "In private. Very important business. I was told that it concerns the annexation and the future state of your government." The aide awaited his response.

Rechnitz stood up as the aide entered, surprised by the sudden entry. He adjusted his suit and gave a curt nod.

“I’ll be with you in a moment.” He replied calmly as he turned to his cabinet and said a few things in German before departing. As he walked away from the table, a guard, clad in the grey and blue uniform of the Kriegarmee fell in step behind the president, an AR2005 M1 carbine slung under his right arm. “I hope you do not mind if Hans here accompanies me. Shall we be on our way?”

"Not at all. Would you like to speak with him in your office or in a conference room?" He spoke with respect and calm, nothing short of what you would expect from an aide in his position. He pulled the heavy doors shut behind the President and his guard and before his hand left the handle he made sure it was closed. He knew the chambers were soundproof, so that nothing from within could be heard outside, and vice versa. The surveillance network was temporarilly disabled and the only guard within had decided to escort the President. He glanced at the two purely Buechorian guards as an ensemble of OMONIA agents nearby, noted Buechorian informants, began meandering down the next hallway, making sure they could get out of the area soon so their real motives weren't seen.



The manipulation of the capitol buildings' security system was immaculate, courtesy of both interior informants and agents, and the professionalism of those involved. It was doubtful that any other nation would attempt to hijack a nation's president in their own capitol building while rounding up his entire cabinet and shipping them back home to be either shot or thrown in prison. No, it was not possible in anywhere but Buechoria, where the government was effectively a puppet of the Armed Republic... Except the Presidents near-rogue cabinet, who would need to be neautralized to ensure the survival of Rechnitz and the integrity of Buechoria. The Armed Republic didn't want to forcefully annex a set of splintering factions as they warred amongst themselves.


Two soldiers, both senior sergeants with the OMONIA Black Berets, hovered in the halls, awaiting the destination of the President via way of the aide's mic. Both would have to move fast and quietly to get to either destination, a pre-chosen conference room, or the already bugged Presidential office which was on the next floor. The rest of the Black Berets awaited the departure of the aide, guard, and the President. After they were confirmed at their destination, the team would neautralize the exterior chamber guards and then penetrate the chamber, securing everyone inside. They would all be drugged with sedatives and reduced to a slowly moving heap with little to no mental capacity. They couldn't, even if they tried, get away or make enough commotion to get notice. After all, the chambers were soundproof and the surveillance within was disabled.

Rechnitz pondered this a moment, than spoke, “My office will do just fine.” As he turned to walk down the large, empty hallway, he gestured for Hans to fall in step with him. The guard leaned in closer to better hear the Premier’s whispering.

“I can’t help but feel that something bad is about to happen to the cabinet. I want the SUAK in here immediately.” The guard nodded in agreement and veered off to the right, away from the two, and spoke quietly into a walkie-talkie attached to his belt. Rechnitz prayed that the Buechoria Special Reconnaissance and Assault Force would arrive shortly. However, to his disdain, he knew there was little they could do.

The stark white Mi-18 helicopter had responded startlingly quickly, five minutes later hovering over the large garden in the front of the capitol, the back door opening and ten men in dark grey jumpsuits leaping out the back, landing with a quiet thud. The buildings guards immediately recognized them and ushered them through the huge doors in the front. Within minutes, the team found itself in a hallway opposite to the conference room where the ministers and aides were speaking, awaiting their signal to strike.

[OOC: Sorry for taking so long to finally reply. And no worries, they'll only be making it more exciting.]