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[OOC: This thread is closed to everyone who hasn't sent troops into Idaho or has no reason to. Being involved in the already existing Torontian RP does not guarentee you being allowed here, just to keep things right and keep it realistic by not allowing people in who have no reason to be in Idaho. This post is really crap, but I needed something to start the thread...]

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Northern Utah, 0300 Hours, DART/HCIA HQ

Lieutenant John Driver sat in an upstairs bedroom of the new DART communications relay facility. Typing away on his Avail-Burton made laptop computer, he was happy to learn that the video he had shot of the destruction on the Torontian village (and that he had aquired of the attacks on Seattle International Airport), had paid off in the MCID funded Media War against the Amestrian occupation. With the TPLA dead, it was time for Amestria to reduce troop numbers in Torontia as they had stated. That was his longterm goal in the region anyway.

Driver, most of the assigned DART's, and the HCIA team had came in after escaping counter insurgency measures taken by the Amestrian Occupation Athority. Now he had been tasked with making the TRA a prolonged pain in someones ass. The MCID had paid for several High Endurance AA systems to be brought into the territory and set up to make sure that Air Superiority above the area would be impossible. The cheap Macabee built and sold units were advanced enough to challenge anything in the air, but generic enough to stop them from being linked.

"God damn Yallak fuckers, they really are stupid..." he thought shortly before his computer alerted him to a new email.

Inside it was a message from the MCID. It detailed shipment methods he had available to him in the coming weeks and how much money the MCID was willing to spend on various different systems. He was to assess the situation and reply to them with the types of weapon and landing information they needed.

Inside the dimly lit room he began to think. "We're arming the TRA with WHAT? Whittier would like to know this..."

He quickly looked up Whittier, who would be somewhere in the building, possibly at the bar or his own room, reading up on what the people at the HCIA wanted from him..

OOC: Amestria and Yallak aren't able to participate in combat in Idaho unless they fly right over/through my deployments and if they do manage to get through, they are virtually cut off from everything else. Realistically, who am I fighting in Idaho?

[OOC: Sorry I've not had Whittier do much lately; I've been busy with school and such. But now that I'm out of school for two weeks for Christmas vacation...:p]

"I'd like to know what now, Lieutenant?" Whittier asked, walking into the room with a silenced Sarzonian-made M-32 Quinn assault rifle strapped to his back.

He was disappointed with the spine the Amestrian and Yallakian occupiers had shown. He had come into this assignment expecting another Monitgnac, but he was instead looking at something closer to a Vietnam scenario. Or at least, that's what he wanted to do: bleed the occupiers dry. But with the loss of the TPLA, and the TRA on the run, it was getting increasingly difficult to do that.

"Lieutenant, I forwarded all the latest intel on the situation here to HQ, and they finally got back to me with a response. They've got a new idea that fits in with our new 'laying-low' plan. Here what they said.

"We lay low until the occupiers leave, and then some. After some time, we get some agents to infiltrate the major economic institutions of Torontia -- major banks, stock exchanges, and such -- and we tamper with the Torontian economy. I remember hearing about a group of Leafanistani hackers managing to crash the currency of Arabanistan a while back, before that country became one of our provinces. I've put in a request to HQ for more information on that tactic, and I was thinking that we could do the same thing.

"After the economy crashes, we revive our insurgent forces, only we disguise them as a new group of some sort, perhaps with different ideals or goals than the TPLA or TRA; I was personally thinking a socialist group that would blame the 'capitalist pigs' for the country's economic woes. We support them, overthrow the government, and install a new regime. It would be similar to the provisional government, only the new regime would, sometime after its inception, send off a petition to the SWC for economic assistance, citing the SWC's history with former Torontian regimes as the reason for opening communications. We agree to help them rebuild their still-struggling economy -- which we can continue suppress after the revolution, if necessary for our ruse -- and then we eventually get them to vote in favor of becoming official SWC provinces. The Amestrians and Yallakians may not like it, but it'd appear completely legitimate."

[OOC: Can you believe this shit? They're making us go on Monday and Tuesday next week for "exams." But I got up this morning and the roads had ice on them and there wasn't school! Only two of my teachers have given us stuff to go over, so I've got to go, but for no reason since we can't have the tests!... how did this thread get off on this? :p ]

IC:

Driver was happy that Whittier had supplied him with ideas that he hadn't considered before; or at least in great extent. Driver had spent the last 24 hours in a caffeine induced MAD style planning period in the upper part of the old hotel turned bunker he was occupying.

"Now THAT sounds like a plan. Tanakis has gone into a paid vacation/covert tour of the Saharistan coastline, so we can't ask for his input on it... not that we would anyway. A communist government would be PERFECT. It also destroys all the work that the Amestrian's have done if the economy falls apart and they have to come back to keep everyone from starving."

"Now... onto more important issues..."

Driver laughed.

"I really dislike this fucking M8. I've also got a boatload of DART's here who we don't need anymore. IMAF is thinking of flying in a light Stealth Blimp by the end of the week to sit down in that big Football Dome down the street. We'll go in that night, open the roof, let the blimp land, and then do the exchange. We're flying about 12 DART's out. Do you need to get anyone in or out? How about any weapons you'd like to have or replace? We'd be glad to bring it in for you."

"I'll ask HQ for more information on the stock-exchange tampering methods. Hopefully they'll have it by the next update.

"As for the Stealth Blimp...let me think about that. I'm sure bringing in some more weapons would be good, but I'll have to think about any changes to weapons load-out or personnel. Get back to me on that before the infil."

(OOC:Just FYI Since I have Black Hand and TSU forces in Alberta I'm in on this. And might I remind you that I already have a 'real' Socialist party, which would try and destroy any new people who have decided to form their own more radical varient.)

[OOC: Yes TLA, I know you are. Everyone, can we move this to the OOC thread and delete our posts?]

"I'll ask HQ for more information on the stock-exchange tampering methods. Hopefully they'll have it by the next update.

"As for the Stealth Blimp...let me think about that. I'm sure bringing in some more weapons would be good, but I'll have to think about any changes to weapons load-out or personnel. Get back to me on that before the infil."

"Do you want me to ship in more toys? I think we need some transportation, don't we? I'll get on the horn and have them ship us a few SOV-06 APC's in and some hummers. How about those Macabee Sniper Rifles? We've got a big parking garage out there. I've also got a load of Avali-Burton made Security Infrastructure packages coming in; fences, concrete blocks and the like. It's also been slipped that an oil executive lives here, so no one is going to question us. What about those battlesuits that the Macabee's is selling? Those are generic, should we get those?"

Driver noticed his PDA was alerting him. He checked it, and realized that the MCID had sent him another email.

"IMAF is shipping out later today, something about the weather makes them think it'll be hard to later. Is there anything you want?"

"Let's ship in some more anti-tank and anti-air munitions, just in case. I've also got a nice new toy from the HCIA that I want to know if you're interested in." Whittier grabbed his own PDA, tapped through some menus, then showed Driver the screen. "The PRA-120 Box Gun (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10010515&postcount=99). An easily concealable, yet powerful, automatic weapon for select operatives.

"The last thing is a new gift from our friends at the NBC Warfare Division: VITAS (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10010441&postcount=96)," he said, tapping through more menus until he reached the description. "If we decide to use it, we'd probably infect just a very few people with it, and let it spread on its own, so as to prevent detection. I could ask NWD if they could modify VITAS' genome to make it appear as though it were a mutation of the flu virus we unleashed."

"I'd really, really like to keep WMD's out of this. If we don't, we'll have a massive coalition in here and guess what, THEY'LL BRING AIR SUPPORT. That's about all we have right now. I'm not planning on actually FIGHTING the enemy. Why don't we have the TRA quickly fall apart so that they stop focusing anything they HAVE this way? Then we could start targeting the Torontian economy and sending people in. I just want a secure safehouse until we figure out what we're doing. On that note, silenced rifles are a good choice for this mission."

Driver continued to talk, hoping that he wouldn't sound commanding.

"If we bring the Stealth Blimp in, it won't be the one we've been using. The Light Version is designed to LAND to support missions just like this. They'd bring us a fire support platoon of IMAF Security dudes, a small CIWS for the dome, an anti-Satellite system, a few vehicles, and security network infrastructure. Now, we'll have two choices on what to do. This is a fairly defendable position, but we're at least 15 minutes from the dome. If we're attacked we're going to want to get out of here quickly. We can either keep most of our personnel at the dome with the Security Garrison, or keep several light vehicles here, but we'd have to spend more effort keeping them hidden and secure. It's your call, I think."

-TSU HQ-
"Alright they'll start from the border of Independent Montana then move west then north with the new vehicles, meanwhile we'll do a large sweep from the north then settle in and wait. If the south group finds a location they'll mark it for Artillery strikes later, if the north group finds a location, surround and engage it. This will take a few days to prepare but we'll be ready.

"I don't see any real reason to stay here as opposed to the stadium. We can move supplies in more easily, it'll house more of us, and we can probably defend it more easily as well, if need be.

"That said, of course, if you see some redeeming value of this position that I'm missing, feel free to bring it up."

Driver got his PDA out just to show it off, because it was green and everyone knows green is cooler than anything else.

"Do you want my complete and honest opinion? I like this place better because it has a working bar. Of course, the stadium probably does too, as well as a large stock of beverage; and IMAF never travels without it, but still, I'm attached to my bar, dammit."

He laughed.

"No, I don't think this is a more defendable position. The stadium is VERY defendable and more secret than this. Plus, it's been designed to take a wide variety of punishment, so it'll take alot more than anyone would think. Plus, the only real way to hit it is using a JDAM, and IMAF has a portable VWS (Vertical Weapons System) that they'll set up. It's good for stopping shitloads of JDAM's and artillery. We'll have snipers with those kick ass MacaBee guns, motion sensors... guns and skyboxes! Those kick ass too!... Yeah, now, do we want to move in the open to get there? Or do we make the IMAF guys drive down here?"

A fax came through on a secure line to both McKagan and Halberdgardian forces, it listed the Leafanistani assitance for Independent Montana and The Black Hand of Nod. However, all mentions of atomic weapons were only alluded to, as Classified Item #XXX.

It also listed a hidden Leafanistani Confederate Guard Airborne division hiding out as the Independent Montana Republican Guard Airborne division.

Independent Montana was able to harbor them as the newly formed Republican Guard Special Unit 117.

[The Patriot Center, 0300 Hours, KA-22 Tactical Stealth Blimp LZ]


In the black of night the lights on the Patriot Center, a Super-Stadium that hasn't been used in three years, magically came on. All across the field inside the massive dome light began to shine. A slight hum could be heard as the heating began to come on and warm the nearly-frozen area up. Then, popping could be heard.

"So... what does a Stealth Blimp look like?"

The young sniper who had transfered out of the IMA, meaning he'd never trained around Stealth Blimps, said as he ran down the sideline to the point where he could climb up into the stands and start his journey to the top of the stadium where the roof control room would be held.

"Erm... well... some people mistake it for a UFO..." the DART engineer said shortly before kicking his way through a random door on top of the stands.

"Jimbob 1 to Billybob 2, where are you?"

The Sniper got on his radio and began to answer. "Currently we are looking for the roof controls. Where are you?"

On the other side of the communication was Lt. Driver; who had moved with the rest of the DART's and the HCIA team after sending off the forward scout team.

"We're in the owners box watching TV."

"Affirmative, we've found the controls. The roof will be open in a few minutes."
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As the roof opened a slight bit of snow fell through. It had built up there in the snowstorm of the last few days (that was continuing at this time.) It landed at mid field. Driver and the rest of the DART's had taken up positions around the field.

Nothing happened.

Finally someone looked up and noticed lights coming down.
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Thirty minutes later the KA-22 was on the ground with the rear hatch open. The underside hatch provided cargo/personnel movement. A total of 25 IMAF Security Operators had offloaded.

By morning a few had ventured outside to place small, pencil sized camera's on the peremeter. A team also set up the VWS on the dome. This provided that any JDAM's or artillery would be shot down.

(Its lonely here)

Some trailers; a common sight in the part of Northern Idaho that was secured by Independent Montana rolled into view seemingly on their own up to a trailer park in Idaho. The area was recently abandoned after an Armoured Division moved through, a shattered hulk of a M113 APC with its decomposing gunner and burned driver sat sadly in a corner. The rain fell on it in great big drops, smacking chunks off the bones.

A few Technicals also a common sight were escorting these seemingly magical trailers, with Rocket Bikes.

The trailers stopped at the trailer park, and suddenly the side fell off a trailer revealing an armoured school bus with a 40mm Bofors gun on it (Battle Bus). A man got out of the side and quickly pushed it back up, a few strips of duct tape and it was all set. A few sides were taken down on purpose to do maintainence on some old WWII era tanks (up-armoured T-34s with missiles). Trucks full of supplies drove up and soon a small tent town with the Technical MGs folded up, the Rocket Bikes undercover and dozens of troops/civilians milling around. They claimed to be nomads from Independent Montana settling in Idaho. In reality they were insurgents, many were former Torontian soldiers still holding freedom in their hearts, a good many were Private Defense Contractors from all around, a few Confederate Guardsmen, and Montanon Special Operators. They prepared for the first counterattack the "Torontian Liberation Army" will engage in.

Over the nearby hills was a city in occupied Torontia with an Ameristian checkpoint on the border. A Confederate Guardswoman looked down at a Torontian Flag they 'obtained' from a retreating division they had consumed into their 'army'. She knew the battle ahead would be tough but that wasn't the point, the point was to demoralize the enemy.

Plans were sent via secure channels from a data haven in Utopian Id to McKagan and Halberdgardian forces.

-Middle of Nowhere-
"Leafanistan is making there move, we'll follow up if need be." Yes Sir.

-Alberta-
The large convoy of the Newly aquired Armored Vehicles gave a great advantage to the newest TSU\BlackHand forces of course as part of it they were turning a blind eye to the current operations in Idaho. It wasn't the TRA and that's what mattered the most. A slow rage was building up in both the TSU and even the other exiled or former Torontians, things were going too slow, Amestria and Saint Fedski were tearing the nation apart, The Lone Alliance's hands were tied, and things were going bad all around. Things were going downhill fast on all sides, and while most didn't agree that fighting again would solve anything, fighting more Torontian resistance groups wouldn't make it better either. They just hoped that they could get back in the country in time for elections.

Over the nearby hills was a city in occupied Torontia with an Ameristian checkpoint on the border.

OOC: Amestria has no forces in Eastern Torontia and so would not have a checkpoint on the Idaho border, it would be an SF checkpoint (if SF has the troops levels to maintain checkpoints).

Amestria has no forces anywhere near Idaho! Amestria has no proxy forces in Idaho... Amestria occupies no cities in Eastern Torontia...

Amestria has forces in Western Torontia and BC only...

It would probably be a temporary outpost manned by Torontian light infantry and supported by some vintage armoured units. Whatever happens, you can expect the Torontian Civil Air Force to put in an appearance. If something happens, be sure to TG with whats going on because I haven't been following it too closely.

[OOC: Because I've not spent a lot of time here recently, and I feel the need to prove that I'm still here, a random post.]

Whittier was relaxed, more so than he had been in on an op in some time. He was kicked back in a plush leather chair in the sumptuously-furnished owners' box of the Patriot Center, his M-32 Quinn rifle laid against the chair, a beer in his hand. Driver and the other DART boys had done much the same. He grinned at a joke Driver had just cracked, when his PDA chirped.

He set the beer down in one of the chair's cup-holders, pulled out his PDA and stylus, and tapped his way to the new e-mail. The sender field showed a front address belonging to a anonymous e-mail service, one of the ones that kept the user's real e-mail address encrypted on their servers, assigned them a randomly-generated public address, and then blindly forwarded all mail sent to that account to the user's real e-mail address, thus protecting the real user's identity. These services were commonly used by the exceptionally paranoid, and often a variety of spooks, as well, but the HCIA, MCID, and ONI particularly were all often known to utilize these services. This address belonged to a service originating in Utopian Id, a nation in the same region as Leafanistan, who Whittier knew was sending agents to assist MCID and the HCIA in their efforts in Torontia.

"Driver," Whittier said, not even bothering to address him as "Lieutenant" anymore, since they had both thrown formality out the window, "I've got an update from ONI. They've set up shop in northern Idaho, and it looks like they're getting ready to form their own 'Torontian Liberation Army.' You have any ideas for them?"

-Middle of Nowhere-
"Leafanistan is making there move, we'll follow up if need be." Yes Sir.


- Northern Montana Border -

The M60/M113 patrol was told to lag behind for 'mechanical problems'. The grease monkey they carried around literally hurled a wrench into the engine of the M113 and a few chunks of shrapnel later they had 'unexpectedly' come to a stop just out of site of the place they were supposed to be at hours ago. They sat around, playing cards, smoking cigarettes. A quiet scene. Waiting until the smoke cloud in the distance had passed and picked up the camoflauge supplies dropped off by an Montana Airborne Division. THe commander never heard of it, but didnt' question it. He was glad there was a $1000 Credit bonus for this. He would sleep well tonight.

OOC: So we're hitting something else now, same difference right?

"Driver," Whittier said, not even bothering to address him as "Lieutenant" anymore, since they had both thrown formality out the window, "I've got an update from ONI. They've set up shop in northern Idaho, and it looks like they're getting ready to form their own 'Torontian Liberation Army.' You have any ideas for them?"

Driver sat up against a wall on some sort of sofa. His pack had been emptied on the coffee table in front of him; the electronics anyway. Watching over everything, he had lost the secret race in his mind to get an email before Whittier.

Yes; Lieutenant Driver, a member in one the most efficient special forces team in the world, was bored beyond recognition.

"Well, I'll have to get in contact with the MCID first, but what we'll probably want to do is either hold them back as strategic reserve, or have them launch some kind of sneak attack into the heart of Torontia. If we did that it would be best to send them up through Canada; don't you agree? That area is pretty unused, especially around Alberta. A few APC's updated with TOW missile launchers should sneak through fairly easily."

Driver leaned forward, took a sip from his 'beverage,' and began to type on his laptop. After the team had a more... calm, period in the center (the IMAF SU having locked the area down,) he had removed the unit from his pack and linked up with a satellite. The satellite was from a small nation who had contracts in Frozopia (rebuilding) and thus Avali-Burton had contracts in that nation itself. Untrackable, he prepared to fire off a message to the MCID.

"Oh, and, I'm working with the tech guys, and they want us to send them some recon from this place. That way they can spend endless nights going through Torontian Spam; in exchange they'll do what they can to link us a few more channels in here."

OOC: So we're hitting the New Torontian Army Checkpoint. I'll start the festivities with a gift from Kane when we can start.

The special operators working with secretly placed Leafanistani Confederate Guards moved in on the trailer town. Again more trailers but they were dragged by Jeeps, Technicals and a Hummer. Some semblance of a regular army. More private contractors from Tactical Solutions Inc. arrived and they began to distribute their wealth.

From locals they bought up M16s, Glocks, Walther PPKs, even a few 1911's made their appearances. They wanted to army every single mercenary, special operator, but mostly to arm the former Torontian army, who had dropped their guns and fled. They also wanted to appear to look more and more like a makeshift liberation army than a coordinated special operation. They began to train them on coordinated manuveurs while the Special Operators sat back and watched.

Engineers began digging in. Tunnels were dug to conceal some 60mm Mortars, capable of reaching in to Torontia and touching somebody, though not far. The artillery pieces brought in were inspected, guns were mounted on the vehicles.

Then they set up a pirate radio station, called KANE 106.9 FM to coordinate activities by coded transmissions. The first step was to lure the Black Hand of Nod to their camp so they could coordinate their efforts. A transmission went out as their opening number, a song about the land of Nod and Cain's exile there. It was meant to look like a religious channel. Bible broadcasts 24/7.

*Bible song about Cain.*
"And thats it for our block of Christian Rock, we urge you to get down and party with the best here at K-ANE 106.9 FM."
*Bible reading from Genesis*

-Black Hand Convoy-
"Are you actually hearing that?" Said the driver listening to the radio. "If that isn't for us then I'm UN scum." "Turn this thing around, the location is 10 Kilometers south." "Roger that commander Starvos, on the way."
The convoy of 25 Armored Vehicles and 500 soldiers turned south.
(I'll list stats later)