NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC:it's me, Spooty, i'm moving away from my hard to RP nation and will hopefully have more luck RPing as Smorgg, wish me luck or get involved on this thread)

The area known as Smorgg had been a wasteland for many hundred years, it had been the home of bandits, dictators and deserters. For all these years there had been one or more war going on, the fields were bloody as families fought over land and power, dictators rose and ebbed away and criminal gangs smashed their way through towns.

The land stretched from a volcanic mountain range in the North and slowly descended into an inhospitable desert to the South, imbetween were ash strewn patches of clay rich ground and boggy marshes the only decent form of income in this land.

The people seemed to vary as much as the land, the North housed the Bandit Kings who would sweep down the mountains looting, raping and pillaging before returning home, below them, the Families, people who had come to this land hoping to make a profit on mining the clay, stone and other minerals, then in the extreme South there were the people of the desert, people so malnourished it made them angry at the rich and powerful to the North, it was this mix of people which made the land so difficult to tame.

After thousands of wars and millions of dead the vast collection of so called "leaders" came together at last in order to settle all differences, they were all of them war-torn and weary, the constant in-fighting had them drained of resources and armies, there was somthing different about them all now, they were willing now to surrender, why?

Viktor Yusef Romanova had arrived, with his vastly superior army and excellent skill he had fought against the Bandit's and won, he had subdued the Families and had appeased the desert people, the people had no choice but to let him rule, and they let him rule, for the first time the land had a ruler, and for the first time the land had a riot.

(OOC: I'll come back with a map but essentially wheras most of the land has submitted to Viktor there are some who still oppose him, again i'll be back with a map.)

OOC: How PMT exactly is this? A standard 2020-2060ish version, or what seems to be a post-apocalyptic version? Seems quite interesting, IC post later.

(OOC: Post apocolyptic stylee, map is still in the works)

*tag* for posting

(OOC: wow, for all the months I RPed as Spooty I got no Tags, I RP as Smorgg for five minutes and I have one, I'm proud, also map (http://img128.imageshack.us/img128/7936/smorgg7bd.png))

ooc: on the map I assume that the darker colors mean higher eleveation.

As for the tagging, in A Bardic Adventure (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=453215) I tagged but you have seemed to forget about it.

ooc: so what can we do? help, invade or support a return to the old anarchy

mind you I might be jumping the gun

Factions

Smorgg
Leaders: Premier Romanov
Plans: to unify all of Smorgg under the banner of Viktor Romanov
Funding: Romanov Oil Concern

Smorgg Bandit Gangs
Leaders: Alexeyvich Peteronov
Plans: to cause panic and discontent whilst also staving off Viktor Romanov
Funding: random raids into nearby villages

Smorgg Desert Gangs
Leaders: Chaim Ivonovich
Plans: to take wealth from the rich North and raise the conditions in the desert
Funding: Land exchange and deals with Northern bandits.

ooc: so what can we do? help, invade or support a return to the old anarchy

mind you I might be jumping the gun

(OOC: you can do any of those, though i'd prefer you didn't do the second one ._. but yeah just go right ahead man)

Jordan Antioch grinned, ducking a punch and slamming his fist into the chin of one of the men surrounding him. Sweeping around with his leg, he took down a pair coming up behind him, and brought his foot down on their chests. He rolled with a punch to his side, coming up and planting his knee in another's groin. Headbutting his dazed victim, he turned to the rest of the brawling crowd, looking for another fight.

"This is the best vacation EVER!"

Message from: CTP central office
To: all forces in the nation of Smorgg

We have decided to deploy policing and humanitarian forces to the nation of Smorgg we ask that you co-operate in this mission if you attack our forces we will be forced to take action.

We will be deploying forces to protect and aid the people of Smorgg from attack and starvation we repeat that any attacks on our forces will be returned with force of arms

airfields across CTP are brimming with action as cargo planes fill the run ways eager troops say goodbye to there loved ones and slowly come to the fact they won't be seeing home for awhile

But all of this was the after show Alpha team had already lifted off in there black Chinook from the aircraft carrier trident the helicopter flew alone and unprotected to there destination

Smorgg

Viktor ran the message through again, he might follow the request but would the other factions? The Bandits were highly agressive and the Desert people would like to see nothing more than the destruction of all the North, it was a risk that he could not see the worth in taking and so he sent a message back.

Encrypted Message to CTP From Viktor Romanov

Unfortunantly we can see only destruction if we decide to cease fire, the Bandit's will be unrelenting in their attacks and will destroy us, so I ask of a counter-proposal, if we were to cease actions against the Desert people would you allow us to take action in bringing the criminal Bandit gangs to justice? I hope you understand our lust for Law.

Smorgg Bandit Gangs

The same message was reached by Peteronov, he smirked, even if he did order a halt to militaristic operations nobody would listen to him, and those who did may take it as a sign of weakness and have him shot, he left the message on the floor and walked out to the Bandit Village.

Smorgg Desert Gangs

Chaim on the other hand accepted the proposal, so long as he in the end would gain a voice to lead the people into equality he was happy, no doubt the capitolist bast!rds up in the North had other plans and were just getting ready to wipe out the poorly manned villagers, he hoped that the CTP policing forces arrived soon.

Walking into the most intact bar in town, Jordan was somewhat disappointed to find it still intact. Sighing, he pulled out his wallet and sat down at the bar, ordering a Manhatten. As the bartender tended to his drink, Antioch looked around the room, looking for some more fun.

Inside CTP Central office a sigh of relief could be felt among the council with Romanov’s support the operation would allot easier they quickly sent a pre-prepared message before Romanov could have any second thoughts

Encrypted Message to Viktor Romanov

We accept your proposal for a cease fire and wish to work closely with your forces in the capture of the criminal bandits

The second message was greeted with less delight it looked as though this conflict was going to last a long time if they wanted a stable climate at all

“The course of action must be to first eliminate the bandit gangs then we take on the Romanov’s Chaim’s communist leanings should be easy to play to our advantage after the war is over” yelled Military adviser D.D.Dutch

At first some protested but the thought of spreading technocracy was too much of a prize to miss

Encrypted Message to Chaim

We understand that you lead the desert gangs Chaim so we ask that you continue to support our cause do not think we will leave you out of the post-anarchic Smorgg if you help us

Somewhere in the north of Smorgg

Alpha team was ready to go the Chinook dropped them off in a deserted airstrip were the 12 man team quickly set to work clearing the area of debris and the crowds of grateful civilians (peacefully of course)

To the south

the first troops were Para dropped there mission was to secure supply zones for the civilians were air support could be played

(ooc: hope you don‘t mind an airstripe)

Walking into the most intact bar in town, Jordan was somewhat disappointed to find it still intact. Sighing, he pulled out his wallet and sat down at the bar, ordering a Manhatten. As the bartender tended to his drink, Antioch looked around the room, looking for some more fun.

(OOC: quick question, are you in Bandit, Romanov or Desert territory?)

(ooc: hope you don‘t mind an airstripe)

(OOC: no problems)

Smorgg

Viktor smiled, the Alpine troops had been mobilised and were ready to move into the mountains, with the CTP assisting him this operation was bound to go smoothly, barring any great disaster.

Smorgg Bandit Gangs

Peteronov could hear the distinct sound of motorbikes, a lot of motorbikes, and they were moving away from the camp quickly he rushed outside to see a whole host of bikes moving down the mountain where were they off to?

The gang were moving to another more secure location after they got wind of the moving Smorgg troops, whilst the Bandits could fight well they could not defend for sh!t, from this new point they could easily shock attack the enemy.

Smorgg Desert Gangs

Encoded Telegram from Chaim Ivonovich to Call to Power

We thank the CTP for their supporting our noble cause, it is a good sign that there are others out there as wise to the tyranny of the capitolists as we are, we ask what we can do to further support CTP in it's efforts?

(OOC: bump)

(OOC: bump)

(OOC: bump)

(OOC: quick question, are you in Bandit, Romanov or Desert territory?)

OOC: Pick whatever you think would be most interesting. He's just having the time of his life getting in barroom brawls. I have no clue what may happen next. He may even sing! Badly!

(OOC: oki Otagia i'm putting you in the Yusef province, Smorgg controlled)

Krubels Yusef looked over his shoulder at the man who was acting like he would expect any drunk to act, this was the reason he had come to the blue collared bars, his Grandfather had started the tradition and the next generations felt only too obliged, "Excuse me my Smorggian friend, could I buy you a drink?"

Ooc: Couldn’t post yesterday got hit by car!

Ic:

The deserted Airfield

Alpha team was well into its objective of getting the airfield up and running engineers had been dropped to begin work on upgrading the airfield to be able to support large aircraft soon the first many equipment and troops would arrive

Encrypted Message to: Viktor Romanov
From: CTP air force

We are willing to provide air support for your troops initially this will be from are long range bombers but as we begin to fortify are positions more aircraft will become available for support.

A satellite uplink will be available from a briefcase to be supplied the codes will be:

Activation code (needed for all messages): 01604

Carpet bombing (50 B-52 and Tu-95 Bear aircraft): 6

Surgical strike (1 B-2 bomber): 10 (8 for bunker buster)

Air superiority (5 Tu-161 Black Widow aircraft) : 13

We will also require map co-ordinates that must be sent at the start of the message

Message to: Smorgg Desert Gangs
From: CTP Military command

We have began dropping food and medicine to your villages and are troops will soon begin landing to protect your villages from raiders in return we ask for your continued help in tracking down the Bandit gangs

Also upon conformation we will wire 25 billion USD to the account of Chaim Ivonovich for your people to spend and we also offer 4 longbow Apache gunships for your own private use

(OOC: ouch man)

Encrypted Message to CTP From Viktor Romanov

Thank you for the support, we hope to have the criminal Bandit gangs under our judicial system soon, thank you once again in bringing these criminals to justice.

Alpine Troops began to move slowly up the Krubels mountain, they were still in the Yusef Province and the air was getting thiner.

Encoded Telegram from Chaim Ivonovich to Call to Power

Thank you comrade, I sense that the capitolist ego of Romanov will be his undoing, I fear that this battle may not go well and Romanov could be made to look a fool, but that is not important, we are here to pay vengance to our twisted Northern brothers.

(OOC: should I RP the air support or do you want to do it?)

(OOC: bump)

ooc: you RP air support it will be less hassle

ic:

Airbase

The engineers had mostly finished with the airbase the last few touches were being added to the radar tower and the first C-130 Hercules had began dropping off vehicles and troops

the Field commander a short man of around 50 watched from his office this was his first command since his promotion almost 5 years ago and he was eager to prove himself on the field also there was his assistant Mr Hannibal a tall man in his early 20's with a slight limp

"are we ready for phase 2" the commander had a slightly fearful tone which was expected from his first command

"yes sir! m.m.may I ask what phase 2 will be?" the assistant stuttered with fear

"of course! my friend here is how things are going to go down" he began pointing to the map

"this town here will be are first attack in the hearts and minds part of are campaign. It is in a prime position to be a thorn in our side especially with those roads running nearby but if we can get the peoples support we can control those important supply routes and hopefully get some information on bandit hideouts"

the commander points to a group of trucks "those trucks contain are secret weapon...TLC"

"TLC!" the assistant quickly realises his mistake by the commanders surprise

"please remember your manners when your talking to me or you'll be on the next plane home before you can say pardon! now as for TLC those trucks contain some of the best doctors we have and enough money and food for a small city we should also be able to buy some plots for a hospital which will certainly make the population of the whole nation more than grateful for our efforts now as you may know we have another group of trucks and Military hardware arriving soon they will form an armoured convoy to deliver supplies to the desert peoples"

"Sir may I please enquire as to why we are sending supplies miles from are base to help remote villages were Bandits are most likely in every house"

"We can't afford to align with any of the factions not yet we must wait until we can secure the area and push the Bandits from there hideouts you may understand why its best to help those near us but the people not getting supplies sure as hell won’t”

in orbit

a military satellite scans the area for Bandit military targets and snaps Military forces of all factions on the country

Across the desert region

Cargo planes drop food and medicine to drop points set up by paratroopers hopefully villagers for miles will arrive to take generous gifts from Call to Power

Krubels Yusef looked over his shoulder at the man who was acting like he would expect any drunk to act, this was the reason he had come to the blue collared bars, his Grandfather had started the tradition and the next generations felt only too obliged, "Excuse me my Smorggian friend, could I buy you a drink?"
Jordan turned, the same stupid grin on his face, his hand loosely gripping his near empty glass.

"I'm not Smorggian, but you can sure as hell buy me a drink. And seeing as I'd rather not drink alone, yours is on me. Bartender! Another Manhattan for me, dark again, and a... what are you drinking, chummer?"

The Alpine sqaud pressed on up the Krubels mountain, first on the list of Viktors targets was the Bandit city of Peterosburg, linked heavily with the Bandit leader Peteronov and rich in fine resources and more importantly, food.

Chaim had taken a different approach, rather than go for the higher far more difficult towns he opted to fight for the low-lying small towns, top of his list was the near village of Kruestan on the Bandit/Desert border, it had no relevance and could not possibly further Chaims gains but if he did not act then the Smorgg Families would think he was merely watching them do his dirty work and his plan would fail.

The Desertmen reached Kruestan before the Alpine troops made their check-point, with a mere town watch sort of defence the small town fell easily and quickly, the place was looted and the women were left raped, such was the hatred of the Desertmen.

Jordan turned, the same stupid grin on his face, his hand loosely gripping his near empty glass.

"I'm not Smorggian, but you can sure as hell buy me a drink. And seeing as I'd rather not drink alone, yours is on me. Bartender! Another Manhattan for me, dark again, and a... what are you drinking, chummer?"

"Vodka, double, you fight well for an outsider, have you considered a place in the Yusef Family Military? Your stance tells me that you'd make a fine Alpine trooper." A quick look at the rest of the patrons shows each one groggy from the lack of air.

(OOC: bump)

"Vodka, double, you fight well for an outsider, have you considered a place in the Yusef Family Military? Your stance tells me that you'd make a fine Alpine trooper." A quick look at the rest of the patrons shows each one groggy from the lack of air.

OOC: Why do I have a sneaking suspicion we live in radically different time zones? Central US here. Australia, perhaps?

IC: "Hrm. Doesn't sound like a bad idea, but I already have a job, sadly. I'm a Captain in the Chimeras, a merc company out of Otagia. I'm here in Smorgg on sabatical. Tell me, how badly am I needed? I could join up for a few months, see how it goes, maybe talk to some higher ups in the Chimeras for you. You would get me for a few months, and after that, you could have the full force of my mercenary company at your hands. So, whaddaya say?"

OOC: Why do I have a sneaking suspicion we live in radically different time zones? Central US here. Australia, perhaps?

(OOC: Close, England)

IC: "Hrm. Doesn't sound like a bad idea, but I already have a job, sadly. I'm a Captain in the Chimeras, a merc company out of Otagia. I'm here in Smorgg on sabatical. Tell me, how badly am I needed? I could join up for a few months, see how it goes, maybe talk to some higher ups in the Chimeras for you. You would get me for a few months, and after that, you could have the full force of my mercenary company at your hands. So, whaddaya say?"

"For the answer you would have to see my Uncle, he is the Master General of the Smorgg military but I am sure that he will say yes." Krubels took the Vodka and downed it without even thinking straight, "You will find him at the Smorggograd City Hall, just a few yards up the road."

In the Town

The convoy moved slowly to the Town centre along the broken road troops began to patrol the streets for trouble makers and a Black Hawk flew overhead albeit rather quickly

“this does not look good” the pilot said under his breath

as the crowds gathered speakers on the trucks blasted out “we are here to help tell your friends tell your family food and medicine will be available at the town centre until a more appropriate spot can be found”

In no time the mayor arrived “what the hell do you think your doing?” he said in a strong tone

A medic replied “were here to buy land for a hospital we are aware that there is an abandoned factory on the outskirts may we purchase it for a generous price of course?”

The mayor paused for a second out of disbelief before stating “if you can take the factory its yours”

“What?” the medic was interrupted by the sound of an RPG being fired before he knew it the Black Hawk was going down “mayday mayday” was the pilot’s last words as the helicopter spun to the ground fortunately the helicopter landed on its wheels giving the troops enough time to escape the burning wreckage

“Defensive positions” shouted officer Dingly A woman of the 1st logistics battalion “Medics and foot soldiers pull back to the town hall” she pulled the mayor inside only noticing the bullet wound in his chest in the main hall “here is the skeleton key to the city” as he coughs up blood “tell my family……I said something” medics quickly pulled him to his office to see what they could do the Officer was left to look out a tiny crack in the wall

All hell was breaking loose outside RPG’S let loose on the light hummer escorts there machine guns rendered useless by the surrounding crowds gunmen rushed forwards to hijack the trucks that were left by the closing defensive ring around the town hall
And mortar shells fell on the building fortunately the building was built for this kind of punishment and snipers managed to picked off the overzealous attackers moving out of the crowds

“This is Convoy Alpha we are pinned down send immediate assistance repeat immediate assistance!” called one of the troops on the radio

Airbase

the message was filled with static and explosions but the Commander had already received information from the satellites surveying the area “send in our A-10s and F-15’s” he shouted

The airstrip was alive with action 6 A-10’s and 8 F-15’S were quickly loaded and sent to the Town this was the best force he could manage on such short notice especially considering the predicted walkthrough of yesterday

The Town centre

Inside armoured trucks of the attackers there radio’s played the constant message “pull out air support will be arriving soon” this message however fell on death ears the drivers could only hear deafening gunshots and mortar shells screeching overhead

The streets now empty of civilians had become a kill zone littered with the bodies of Gunmen and CTP troops snipers and infantry exchanged fire constantly with the odd RPG getting a well placed shot into one of the windows

The BTR 70 APC’S that had transported the attackers pulled out of the hidings in the alleyways and garages and began to pound the building

“SH!t were is that support Command says they will be arriving any second Bullsh!t that’s not fast enough we need them now dammit” she screamed at the to of her lungs then she noticed in the corner of her eye an A-10’s swooping down to smash the APC’S

“This is Green falcon to convoy sorry were late we’ll try to make up for it” called the squadron leader

The Hijacked trucks were ditched as gunmen fled for there lives the BTR’s were helpless as the A-10’s armour piercing rounds sliced though there armour F-15’S took out the mortar positions with there volcon (sp?) cannons

“this is officer Dingly thank you for the support we owe you one” was a quick reply to the aircraft before she called up command “sir I have received the skeleton key for the town and we have received Intel that the factory is under Bandit control over”

Airbase

“this is command good to hear from you reinforcements are on the way but we must push are advantage you have permission to take all the able bodied men you can spare for an assault on the factory an APC will be dropped A.S.A.P to your position remember you have all the air support we can spare over”

The radio was silent for a second before the officer replied “I understand command over”

(OOC: are you in Bandit or Desert territory, I guess it's Desert)

Desert Raiders

"Mr Ivonovich, we have gained reports that our boys have opened fire on our Call To Power friends." A meek young boy had popped round the corner, he seemed nervous as he let loose the bad news, "dammit, why won't our soldiers listen!" Chaim had gritted his teeth, ever since Chaim's brother had gone into exile the Desert Raiders had lost loyalty, "send in 20 BTR's and tell the CTP that we are here to assist, whatever you do make sure that they believe you!"

Families

The Yusef Alpine troops hid just shy of the Bandit shanty city, there were several HMG Turrets positioned around the large area and until they had been cleared no trooper was allowed into the city. Approximatly ten miles away a SCUD was flying quickly to the city, it cut through cloud as it pitched higher in order to strike true, the city lights could be seen now as the badge signifying high explosive shon in the moonlight, with it's last few seconds the missile dived down into a Fortress.

The Yusef Alpine troops saw the large explosion rip through the Fortress and pull troops away from their positions, slowly they moved upwards to the city whilst the enemy lie in chaos, 2 men broke off and secured the HMG before turning the anti-infantry weapon on the Bandits who had ran to look at the explosion, the firefight began as quickly as it took for the HMG to unload a flurry of bullets into a lone trooper.

Bandit Gangs

Alexayvich threw his glass of whisky against the wall, "how many did those Desert bastards massacre!" He bellowed into the ear of his advisor, "they killed them all, even the women and the disabled, please sir, I was not responsible, do not harm me!" The advisor pleaded for his life, "I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to kill those F!ckers!" Alex pointed at a map of Smorgg, it showed the Nation by Province and Loyalty, "we'll hit them with a shock attack back, right there, in their Provincial capitol!"

ooc: actually its to the North near the airbase but meh the factory is a bandit hideout though

ooc: actually its to the North near the airbase but meh the factory is a bandit hideout though

(OOC: I don't understand, earlier you said that the Airstrip was in the South, you also said that you were sending supplies to Chaim, in the South, do you possibly mean that you are in the Northern Desert Provinces?)

"For the answer you would have to see my Uncle, he is the Master General of the Smorgg military but I am sure that he will say yes." Krubels took the Vodka and downed it without even thinking straight, "You will find him at the Smorggograd City Hall, just a few yards up the road."

"Well, I'll be heading up there, my friend. Thank's again for the drink."

Picking up his Manhattan, he nursed it as he walked out the door towards the City Hall. Walking into the building, he leaned on the receptionists desk, grinning.

"Say, I just talked to the Master General's nephew, and he says that the military could use a few good men. Any chance I could speak to him?"

"I'm sorry, the General is in a meeting with the other Masters, you'll have to leave a message, what was your name?" The young Interm receptionist asked the Otagian, he smiled weakly attempting to get points on his Customer service sheet.

"No problem. I'm Captain Jordan Antioch, of the Chimeras, a merc outfit based in Otagia. I'm on vacation here, but would enjoy the work, as might the rest of the Chimeras. Here, I'll give you the number of the place I'm staying at."

Jotting down the number on a slip of paper, he slid it over to the receptionist.

The slip of paper was rolled and placed in a tube, it was shot up another longer tube where it was taken on a grand tour over the City Hall, eventually it landed with a bump in the Master Generals IN Tray, he was of course absent but soon he would find it.

SNIP

ooc: I have the airbase in the north and small supply points have been created by para's in the deserts to aid the people there

ic:

Assault on the factory

Town centre

Two Bradley’s were transported using CH-54 Tarhe heavy lift helicopter’s to the city centre as they were slowly dropped a rag tag group of 10 soldiers quickly formed led by Officer Dingly

“right soldiers I have never been one for speeches but were about to take the factory on the outskirts of the city many of you have lost comrades today and many have almost died but if we don’t take this factory are hold on this area will collapse is that clear” after a slight pause the soldiers replied “yes mam!” and loaded on the A.P.C’s

On the road to the factory

The dirt road was unusually filled with traffic most likely from fleeing troops “hold your fire” called the officer “we aren’t here to stop em”

Outside the factory

The two Bradley’s were now in sight of the factory it was located at the summit of a large hill deserted apart from two nervous guards at the gate

as they came closer they heard tanks start up from the other side of the hill then shells being fired in a volley it was inaccurate but still dangerous “fall back” called the officer over the radio as they did 8 T-72’s appeared over the hill there flag being a skull and crossbones “shit fire” the Bradley’s fired there TOW missiles at the tanks knocking out two and damaging the turret on another “get the hell out of here” was the officers last words as a shell ruptured the front of the lead Bradley the final Bradley sped off as fast as it could “this is convoy alpha counter group were are under attack send air support immediately over” all that was left was the hope the message would arrive clearly

Back at the factory

By some freak accident Private Howard had survived the shell to his Bradley with ringing still in his ears he grabbed his AUG assault rifle and peaked though the gaping hole in his APC

The tanks were long gone and all that remained were the two guards as one lit his comrades cigarette Howard fired his assault rifle piercing though the skull of one guards before it killed the other he ran up to hide the bodies taking the guards cigarette and throwing it on some documents

On the dirt road leading to the factory

As the Bradley sped up a hill increasingly gaining ground on its pursuers F-15’s tore though the sky firing there air to ground armaments

Back at the factory

Private Howard looked carefully though a broken factory window to his surprise the place was still running it turned out to be a weapons storehouse possibly enough for a small war 90+ soldiers were arming themselves for what he didn’t know but then something caught his attention it was a map on the wall showing what seemed to be air defences they surrounded the building

He quickly ran back to his wrecked Bradley and prayed the radio worked….it did! “this is convoy alpha counter group Private Howard speaking we have a situation here the enemy appears to of been well dug the attack has failed but I must warn you that air defence may be strong in the area it appears the factory stores ammo and I have identified at least 90 troops equipping them selves for an attack”

Airbase

Command received the massage and with haste 8 Rascal Light Self Propelled Gun Howitzers began to flatten the factory assisted by satellite targeting hopefully it would soften up the enemy for an armoured attack

ooc: sorry for the crappy post I'm not in the mood today:(

(OOC: I'm still unsure on your location, i'm guessing this time it's Bandits, Bandits don't tend to weigh themselves down with things like Tanks and APC's, they just plan lightning fast raid attacks, but I have an excellent idea)

Bandit

Alexeyvich was bogged down with reports on a mysterious battle taking place in some city or other, the reports had inconsistencies, T-72? what was a T-72? the report had his soldiers unload from BTR-80's, a weapon that only the scummy Families used, "hey Mikhail, whats up with this sh!t?" He called out to his advisor who had handed him the reports, "What? You don't know? A Desert Raider came along one day and gave us all this stuff, we stockpiled it in an abandoned factory cos we don't fight with that scummy sh!te." His thick mountain accent was apparent, "so the localers took all that shite and started to use it, I can get them bastards to stop if you want." Alex went quiet, he was considering the posibilities, "Well I guess if they're doing well then go for it."

Family

(----) Yusef took the tube and emptied the contents, "a merc eh?" He thought to himself, he took his phone and began to dial, any help has got to be good, and as long as it comes from his budget no-ones going to care.

ooc: added to the map my positions :)

MAP (http://photobucket.com/albums/y100/Hypotheticalia/?action=view&current=smorggctpoperations.png)

Key

purple square = airbase

purple circle = supply drop points

red circle = the Town

ooc: time to end this annoyance :mad:

Airbase

The commander looked at the streaming reports the attack had completely failed the factory was too heavily fortified for the artillery to have much affect “nuts to the hospital” he muttered before selecting a M.O.A.B strike on the area hopefully that would clean this disaster from the conflict

At the factory

Overhead nothing could be seen or heard the remaining troops were pinned by artillery they knew the end was near but how close it was they had no idea

A B-2 bomber had snuck though the defences as it approached the factory it let loose its deadly payload before heading back to the airbase for refuelling for the long trip home as the bomb fell towards its target the load roar could be heard many troops decided to stay undercover hoping to wear though what was about to come but there was no hope within seconds the blast ripped though the area flattening everything all that was left was a huge crater were a factory once stood

Bandits

The large explosion of the ammunition dump caused several actions, firstly surrounding villages began to arm and get ready to fight possible foreign bastards, 2,000 Bikers in Peteronov got ready for a shock attack against the airport, and lastly it forced all the surviving bandits out of the Town to flee from the large firey hole.

(OOC: CTP who is your leader?)

Encrypted Message to the Technocracy of Call to Power From the Armed Republic of Smorgg
From: Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef
To: (----)
Subject: Technocracy

Dear Sir(OOC: or madam, whichever it is)

Our House of Masters have agreed to a proposal suggested by our leader Premier Viktor Romanov, we wish to become a Technocracy as you are, our experts have been working on the numbers and have found it to be a good form of goverment, we would be interested in any assistance that you, also a Technocracy and considered a friend, could provide in making the jump from Armed Republic to Technocracy if you consider this to be viable.

Yours, Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef.

ooc: don't have one leader just send messages to Central office

Encrypted Message
from: CTP central office
to: Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef of the Armed Republic of Smorgg

Dear Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef of the Armed Republic of Smorgg

We are pleased with your recent move towards technocracy and are happy to assist in any way possible to aid in this transition we would like to know what form you are pursuing and how we may be of assistance in this fine goal

Yours CTP central office

snip

(OOC: there's more than one form?)

Encrypted Message to the Technocracy of Call to Power From the Armed Republic of Smorgg
From: Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef
To: Central Office
Subject: Technocracy

Dear Sir's

Firstly we would like to know what other forms of technocracy there are, secondly we would like you to assist in reassuring the populace that Technocracy has not hindered your peoples way of lives, we expect that many workers will not like the mechanising of their jobs and we wish to stem the "bleeding" as much as is possible, thank you for any assistance you can provide in this matter.

Yours, Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef.

(----) Yusef took the tube and emptied the contents, "a merc eh?" He thought to himself, he took his phone and began to dial, any help has got to be good, and as long as it comes from his budget no-ones going to care.

Lying on the bed in his hotel, Jordan picked up the phone as soon as it rang.

"Mr. Yusef, I thought you'd never call. As you know, I represent an Otagian Mercenary company. I would be willing to work for you, to test the waters for the Chimeras. Provided, of course, I am compensated properly..."

ooc: its really just having a planned econamy with machines being used wherever possible (about 98% of jobs could be replaced by this and its happening in RL as we speak) you fill in the rest

ic:
Encrypted Message

From: Call to Power central office
To: Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef of the Armed Republic of Smorgg

Dear Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef

There are many forms of Technocracy ranging from oligarchy to liberal paradise we however have gone for an elite oligarchy were persons seen as the best in there field are chosen to advise a council of other top of there fields followed by a vote on courses of action. The people do have the freedom to vote for domestic change and if 50.01% of the population agree the change will take place. All registered citizens receive an generous allocated allowance for there lifestyle to spend as they please (healthcare, transport, education and food are free) there are 5 points which are important to note about life in CTP:

1) refugees are usually welcomed unless there are serious reasons otherwise

2) hobbies and volunteer work fill the country as most citizens have enormous free time

3) rehabilitation is always used over prisons

4) privacy is non-existent though the agency that controls it is in no way under the control of the government nor is it allowed to use the information without a judges support

5) foreign corporations are allowed to function in CTP though there products have to be purchased with a citizens allowance

"I ask, Mr Antioch, what is your fee and "compensation" for your working with us?" Yusef got about and walked around as he spoke, he felt that this would make it seem that he was in control.

Encrypted Message to the Technocracy of Call to Power From the Armed Republic of Smorgg
From: Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef
To: Central Office
Subject: Technocracy

Dear Sirs

An Oligarchy seems perfect for our nation and our people and we would like to meet in person to discuss further arrangements, with your permission of course, we would like to send our head diplomat, Krubels Yuri Yusef, we hope that this is not a burden and that you will accept our friendship with open arms.

Yours Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef

Encrypted Message

From: Call to Power central office
To: Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef of the Armed Republic of Smorgg

We would be glad to meet your nations diplomat for any further discussion that may be needed we will send a representative to our airbase for a secret meeting to discuss any further arrangements

"I ask, Mr Antioch, what is your fee and "compensation" for your working with us?" Yusef got about and walked around as he spoke, he felt that this would make it seem that he was in control.
"Make me an offer. I'm on a court-mandated vacation, so I'll be willing to work for relatively little."

OOC: In otherwords, I have no idea how much a single very skilled Merc is worth.

OOC: In otherwords, I have no idea how much a single very skilled Merc is worth.

ooc: usually there paid per mission under how dangerous and valuable it is

ooc: usually there paid per mission under how dangerous and valuable it is
OOC: I know that much, but what about keeping one on retainer, or guard duty? A flat fee wouldn't work, a weekly or monthly rate would be required.

OOC: I know that much, but what about keeping one on retainer, or guard duty? A flat fee wouldn't work, a weekly or monthly rate would be required.

ooc: I would suggest maybe £500000 per year for simple guard duty but as this is a war zone maybe you should double that

"Mr Antioch, I would be willing to pay you 6,000,000 Smorgg Roubles (OOC: from my bad math thats about £1,000,000 or $2,000,000) for your troubles, I hope you find this a fair price and that you can assist in any way."

(OOC: I am Smorgg)

"Mr Antioch, I would be willing to pay you 6,000,000 Smorgg Roubles (OOC: from my bad math thats about £1,000,000 or $2,000,000) for your troubles, I hope you find this a fair price and that you can assist in any way."

(OOC: I am Smorgg)
OOC: I know. You said so at the beginning of the thread. :p

IC:
Jordan grinned.
"Mr. Yusef, you have yourself a deal. When and where would you like to have Captain Antioch report for duty, sir?"

Encrypted Message to the Technocracy of Call to Power From the Armed Republic of Smorgg
From: Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef
To: Central Office
Subject: Technocracy

Dear Sir's

The location of your airbase is deep within Bandit held territory, as much as we are desperate to form a technocracy we are not willing to risk the life of one of our diplomats, perhaps we can recomend a different location, one more secure and far more comfortable, we suggest the City of Smorggograd where most of our important decisions are carried out, I hope that you understand and will be willing to impliment this change.

Yours, Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef.


"Have Captain Antioch ready for service in the Province of Yusef, he will be briefed on the current situation ready for action, if that is all I have some important business that must be attented to."

Encrypted Message

From: Call to Power central office
To: Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef of the Armed Republic of Smorgg

We are more than willing to send are diplomat to the City of Smorggograd if it is preferred.

A Concorde will be the preferred transportation but if no large airstrips is available we will gladly send an armoured convoy to the city carrying the diplomat

We would also be willing to discuss military operations in Smorgg so we can better co-ordinate our attacks

Encrypted Message to the Technocracy of Call to Power From the Armed Republic of Smorgg
From: Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef
To: Central Office
Subject: Technocracy

Dear Sir's

We will be expecting you to land in our largest airport "Smorggograd International" our master for Foreign Affairs, myself and Premier Viktor Romanov will be present, we will discuss amongst other things, the conversion to Technocracy and Military movements, we hope to see you in person.

Yours, Vice Premier Issabelle Yusef.

Airbase

The diplomat got ready to board the concord at CTP airbase he took with him an escort of 8 F-22 raptors in case anything should happen whilst in the air he also carried a parachute even when he was on the plane

as they raced towards the city all the diplomat could think off was coming under fire on the way though highly improbable the threat still remained filling his head with what they would tell his family after he died

after about 30 mins flight

they had more or less arrived at he airport the F-22's split off to return to base and the concord slowed down this was the time when the diplomat insisted on wearing the parachute "you can never be too careful" he muttered to the alarmed bodyguards before going back to his deep concentration soon they would be landing it was time to think of what to say but all he could care to ponder was wither or not the weather would hold up

ooc: I'm CTP (damn account BS)

It was raining in Smorggograd International, it frequently was, Viktor was standing under a thick umbrella alongside Issabelle, she had been looking after the nation for the past month and for this Viktor was grateful, a Limo was waiting for the diplomat to arrive, the rain splattered off the chasis beautifully, Krubels Yusef pulled into the airports sheltered car parking in his Porsche, always a showoff, the plane would be touching down soon.

"Have Captain Antioch ready for service in the Province of Yusef, he will be briefed on the current situation ready for action, if that is all I have some important business that must be attented to."

"Yessir. I'll be ready as soon as you give me a job. Meanwhile, I'll sit tight, keep an eye on the locals. Good talking to you."

Hanging up his phone, he smiled.

"Well, at least my Arachne'll get a work-out."

OOC: Already in the Province, so I'll keep an eye on this thread in case you have an assignment for him.

near Smorggograd International Airport

The diplomat clutched his armrests tightly as the aircraft landed this had been the most terrifying flight of his life and soon it would be finished as the diplomat gazed out the window it looked like the weather hadn't held out the rain was however a welcoming sight from the hot weather but the omen was obvious fortunately the diplomat didn't care for such superstition

As the doors opened a tall man in a suite exited surrounded by bodyguards one holding his umbrella above the diplomats head “last thing you want now is a cold sir” said the bodyguard in a friendly voice “unfortunately the only thing I want now is to get out of this hell hole of a country” he whispered