NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Summary to this point for involved parties, and for anyone not involved who feels like reading through it. We invaded the indepedent island of Lordis for their oil, their magistrate sent a call for help and the police revolted prompting several nations, namely Ustia, Monkey Fights, and Gizmous to launch a counter-invasion to drive us out. Upper Weston voiced their support for us. After losing the airstrip and more than a thousand troops we sued for peace, but laid down a tactical nuclear weapon at the oil field as a bargaining chip. Gizmous broke the cease fire dropping NBC weaponry on the position and the nuke detonated wiping out Lordis. Gizmous went further into insanity threatening its own allies with nukes and launching a pair of 20 kiloton weapons. Pythogria, givings it support to Veragon, launched 50 Lightbringer ICBMs at Gizmous, wiping out most of it. Now, the surviving refugees of Gizmous are being brought to a sparesly populated western province of Veragon so a new Gizmous can be built. Map pending.

IC:

Legal Status of the Protectorate of Gizmous:

National Status: Veragonian Protectorate
Head of State: Veragon Military Forces General Henault
Government: Veragonian appointed reconstruction council, appointed Gizmousian civilian council
Security Forces: Veragonian Army 8 Mechanized Brigade Group, 3 and 5 Fighter Wing
Economic Status: Non-existant
Development Status: New Settlements being planned and erected by Veragonian military engineering battalions and civilian construction companies, new Gizmousian construction consortium will be created once refugees arrive
Natural Resources: Several freshwater bodies, mainly rolling plains with extensive agricultural abilities, northern mountain range and area surrounding it contains extensive mineral deposits, Veragonian uranium mining town is situated there. Most of the areas forests are situated to the north.
Aid Pledged thus far: $10,000,000,000.00

Plan for Rebuilding

Approximately 20,000 acres of farmland has been zoned for new, small agricultural settlements. In the north, just south of the mountain range, a town of approximately 10,000 is having a railway connection built to the Veragonian city Shadowport to give Gizmous oceanic access.

Seed, fertilizer, agricultural equipment will all be provided, as will machinery for industrial development and raw materials for construction of buildings and infrastructure. We will provide vehicles and equipment for construction and early construction will be done by army engineers and civilian contractors until Gizmousians can take over the jobs and we will slowly phase out our involvment as the Gizmousians become self-dependent. We will provide a bursary of funds for the new Gizmous government and begin training and equipping its security forces.

After six months, depending on how reconstruction is going, we will phase out the military government for an elected Gizmousian government overseen by a Veragonian advisory council. Lordisan conflict countries are invited to provide further funds and equipment to the new Gizmous to help get them on their feet.

Monkey Fights is pledging $2 Billion in aid, alond with a corps of engineers. They are able to do major building, like airfields and sewage systems. MF hopes the reconstruction of Gizmous can restore the pride of these great people.

El Presidente
MF

Upper Weston will pledge 5 billion strovers (about $2 billion US) to the reconstruction of New Gizmous. Also, we will deploy elemetns of our 1st Special Forces team (think Green Berets) to help train Gizmousian security forces. We also pledge 30 surplus M113 and 6 Scorpion light tanks, as well as parts, to Gizmous for its own independent defense force.

Tyler Hutchins
Prime Minister
Republic of Upper Weston

Ustia will pledge 4 billion in aid and send Wardog commandos of the 32nd SFC to train future Gizmousian troops. Ustian engineers and construction crew will build and airfield so are aid can be given to the gizmousian's. Of course this will also be used for newly arrived refugees. for the military will provided 300 old M1-A1 main battle tanks so an armor group can start to form. Are troops will train them in using this tanks and later down the line have them lead themselfs. Further military aid will be given once a sizeable force has been trained.

OOC:
I think 300 Abrams is a little over the top for a defense force.

OCC: alright I just want to get this old tanks out of my hair. It will be 50. Alright?

The two mercer class AA ships were packed with refugees. They had all they could load. So they headed off for New Gizmous. On the way the 3rd naval fleet would link up with them. The 3rds mission was to escort the ships to New gizmous and to construct an airfield close to the mining town. The fleet had several construction materials and several engineers and workers.

McEdison:
refugees started to arrive and medical camps were set up to care for the wounded. The food and water was passed out to the crowd and doctors checked the seriously wounded. In the background workers were fixing the control tower and all of the damaged parts of the airfield. Globemasters keep coming in and dropping off supplies. They couldn't evac anyone until the airfield in New gizmous was finished or until one of the other allys finish an airfield. Time was runing out.

Shell beach:
helicopters keep coming and going over and over again. Two more mercer AA's replaced the ones that left. LCACS keep landing and loading up. It got very routine. The crowd started to get smaller as more people were loaded up. Maybe another day and they might have everyone.

After round the clock work, McEdison was able to support even the largest of military planes. The crowds around the rural airfield slowly diminished as the planes were loaded with refugees. The 2nd strike AA ships were also making there way to the Veragonian province were Gizmous was being reestablished.

Monkey Fights will be sending 1,000 Humvees for the use of the new government of Gizmous. They can be used for military means or civil, we will provide them either way.

The 3rd fleet plus 2 arrived off shore. V-22 ospreys and Sehawks loaded up the engineers and workers along with there gear in other choppers. Scouts found a nice flat patch of rolling farm fields just outside of the mining town that would be perfect for an airfield. The choppers flew off towards there distantion. They arrived about 45 minutes later and got to work. They quickly flatened the land and started to construct the runway. In a few hours (Or however long it takes to make a good runway. I don't know so tell me if thats not possible) after round the clock working they had a fully functional runway exept thats all there was, just a runway. After that they begin building all of the buildings that would be needed. In the mean time they set up temparary large tents to house the refugees and be used for other things as will. A message was sent to the 42nd transport squadron telling them that they can start sending refugees there way.

McEdison:
As soon as the message was recieved the globemasters and galaxy's loaded up the survivors and they quickly took off fully loaded towards New Gizmous. As a procaution the elite 66th air force unit escorted the transports to the new country. Ustia made sure there precise cargo was kept safe.

OOC: A basic runway capable of supporting C-130s and C-17s could be constructed but a professional runway for civilian jets and fighters would take considerably longer.

*Veras*

The first Veragonian ships carrying refugees were arriving at Veras, many of the survivors were only suffering minor injuries as they had escaped the primary blast zones and been evacuated fast enough to avoid further contamination. The radiation meds were reversing most of the effects already and as the people were offloaded they were herded through a building for processing.

Once inside, names, skills and other pertinent information was recorded, there photograph taken, and a basic kit containing some clothing and 100 denari as well as some sweets and a camelbak were handed out as they were sent to the train station to be packed onto a variety of cargo and passenger cars and sent to New Gizmous, where they would be cleared and given a choice of new settlements to move to.

The rebel leaders would be taken aside by army officers in order to meet with the reconstruction council and to establish the Gizmousian advisory council.

Progress Report

The amount of aid pledged has increased to $18 billion thanks to contributions by Lordisan conflict nations. Military equipment and training support has also been provided and the Veragonian army's only base in the province will be handed over to the new Gizmousian army was they have been trained up.

Applications for the security forces are being handed to refugees as they are processed with options for police and military forces. The other refugees are being sent to the main camps being set up where new towns will be erected, based around the new capital to be named by Gizmous.

Four more construction companies have joined the effort, donating construction equipment and experienced workers to assist the Gizmousians in building their new country. Army engineers have cleared the land and are establishing a tent city and more permanent buildings where the towns will be.

The Ministry of Defence has pledged to donate uniforms, small arms, tactical equipment, and several hundred Hammer section combat vehicles to the new Gizmousian army.

John Yarbar was one of the refugees and a rebel leader, wearing a Elite tactical vest, and he was taken to a processing center, where he got his picture taken, name, skills, and other stuff were recorded and an I.D card was issued along with a kit with a Mershey's Candy bar, a Pork peppermint patty, and a pack of Versees peanut butter cups.(all parodies)

He went to a bank, and cashed in his pocket money for the local currency. It wasn't much, but he understood the economy was basically "f*cked" in his words, and he used to be a stock broker, so he should know. He saw a supermarket, and bought a sub sandwich from the deli, chips from the snack section, and a soda. Then, some officers came and told him to follow them.

OCC: Didn't know I got it right. I have question though, would Galaxy's fit?

Captain Jemey Randel pilot of the 42nd transport squadron had a full load of refugees in the back of his globemaster. Doctors were checking out the wounded and radiation meds were being given to the people who hadn't gotten one already. Outside of the window Jemey observed the elite 66th air force unit flying right next to them. He could see there famous red dog insignia on the side of the plane. A few minutes later the convoy came on the runway. The only thing there was a big slab of tar across and open runway. He wondered if they even had a makeshift control tower. He said "This is 42nd transport squadron requesting permission to land." A fuzzy response came through "roger 42nd. Permission granted." Jemey lined up the plane and made a nice smooth landing on the big slab of runway. Other transports followed as will. The ramp on jemeys globemaster came down and Ustian troops meeted the refugees. The troops gave them directions to the processing building. All it was at the moment was a big tent. Thousands of refugees were photographed, given an I.D card, some clothing and food, were questioned over various things like there skills and they were given a little money too. Jemey looked up and say the 66th fly off into the sky. There escort of us was done.

OCC: does new gizmous have a port? This will affect my 3rd fleet response

As the Ustian planes were unloading, the MF globetrekkers and Hercules were landing with even more refugees. It was going to take a while to register everyone, but luckily the stations were efficient. The engineers from McEdison had got on a plane and now were trying to help anywhere they could [assign a task or town or something].

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Telegram to all Nations

Out sole spy sattellite saw there are still a couple villages functioning in the north western area of Lordis. MF was wondering if they would be permited to establish a town in Veras if we were able to transport them out.

MF
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The enormus amount of refugees was on the brink of overwhelming. The constant flow of refugees was taking an affect on the registerion team. Some were falling asleep in mid sentence. They keep going though because they knew it couldn't last forever. Jemey's squadron started a routine of long hours flying to McEdison and back with refueling by KC-10's. News was that almost everyone was out. everyone in the squadron was tired but the 66th keep flying like they were wide awake. Jemey thought " well they are aces and are probably used to long flights." Everyone in the squadron started drinking coffee and really anything to keep them awake. Jeff and Jemey traded off flying so they could get some sleep. Jemey couldn't wait until everyone was out.

Message to MF:
Your crew will be assigned to building the control tower, the barracks and the hangers. My engineers will be responsible for the supply buildings, the security around the base and the motor pool buildings

The First Upper Weston C-130 arrived at McEdison at near midnight. It was loaded with combat engineers and 2 Humvees. Within 2 hours an entire engineer company, along with a platoon of paratroopers were on the ground. The Captain in charge walked up to the command tent and saluted the Ustian Major in charge. "What do you need us to do?"

At the same time a freighter departed Upper Weston's largest port at New Essex bound for Veragoian waters. The was loaded with supplies for New Gizmous. Mostly miltary aid such as the pledged armored vehicles and parts, but also food, shelters, medical supplies, and a small, portable desalination plant (OOC: If New Gizmous has no coast let me know and I'll remove this).

The Ustian Major turned his head and said through the gas mask "Your engineers can help us repair the control tower and the other parts of the airfield that are damaged. Your troops can assist in security and the passing out of supplies to the refugees." The major then turned his head and tried to get some rest. He was off duty in a few minutes.

Unnamed airfield:
In a few of the transports there was the 50 M1-A1 abrams. The loadmasters unloaded the tanks and drove them over to the makeshift mottor pool. Around them Ustian and MF engineers were hard at work building the various facilties that would be needed. Along with the tanks came the 15th wardog commado group. lieutnant Allan Idle was the commader of the 15th. They were wearing there future force warrior gear and all of there other gear were in the rucksacks. They fited in perfectly with the other FFW troops. (which if you don't know is everybody) It was going to be awhile before they started to train refugees. So they headed for the temporary barracks.

OOC: I had a better post but it disappeared so heres a shorter, new one. NG does not have a port or any oceanic access. Port duties are transferred through Veras, from a direct rail line has been construct to the New Gizmous capital. I doubt a C-5 could land on the airstrip, but VMB Haron is nearby and is easily able to accomodate them.

IC:

"Mr. Yarbar, come with us please," the Veragonian lieutenant said as he motioned to the small convoy.

The gizmousian rebel nodded and climbed into the limo as he was instructed and there he came face to face with Veragon's Chief of Defence Staff, General Reillih.

"Good afternoon Mr. Yarbar, and welcome to Veragon. We are trying to process your people as fast as possible, but there are many issues, namely, we need a Gizmousian advisory council, and more importantly, we need someone to lead it. Considering your position as a rebel, and your other qualifications, especially economics, the President has personnally asked me to bring you in and offer the job to you. So what do you say?"

*New Gizmous*

Tons of refugees were flooding into the new country, and more and more modular tents and cots were being thrown up to accomodate them. Fleets of army trucks rolled in and out, hauling families to the outlying agricultural settlements where they would receive supplies and land grants. Gizmousian specialists such as doctors, economists, trained military personnel, and other experts were being rounded up to help setup the new Gizmousian administration and take charge over the refugees.

A new military base was being established, and stockpiles of Veragonian equipment, along with new vehicles being shipped in by the other Lordisan conflict countries were being mustered to equip the new Gizmousian army.

Special forces assaulters and both regular and reserve instructors had gathered and were already organizing new Gizmousian recruits into training battalions.

OOC: I decided to rp as something besides Upper Weston for awhile to change things up. All future posts in this arc will bear the title "Cause".

Tinner Refugee Camp, New Gizmous

Nigel Crieg walked throught the squalid tent city on his way to his target. In his backpack were 2 120mm mortar rounds, the rounds were wired to a small Semtex charge and a blasting cap. The entire bomb was fused to a simple trigger concealed in his palm. Crieg was surprisingly calm as he prepeared to die for the Cause.

He entered the tent that served as the camps administrative center. At present it was full of soldiers going about their. A quick count revealed 17 Veragonian and 9 Ustian troopers. One of the sentries stopped him, "Can I help you, citizen?"

Nigel took a deep breath, "Yes, you can die." Before the man could react, Nigel screamed "for the Cause!", and pressed the trigger. The last time he saw was fire.....

"Sure, I'll take the job." said a surprised John Yarbar, when he was offered to lead the council.(OOC:Is it president of New Gizmous or just the advisory council?)He asked "Do you have anything alcoholic in this limo? Beer, moonshine, anything'll do."

As news of the Gizmousian recovery hit the airways on the MF networks, a roar of support went through the general populace. Mission trips were quickley organized to send crews to New Gizmous to help the refugees anyway they could. The idea was they could help build houses [think habitat], move furniture, or just do jobs that neede to be done. Over 1,000 volunteers were to fly in soon. They were prepared to camp in tents, knowing all available housing was needed by the refugees.

Along with theses volunteers, two battalions of marines were unloading at New Gizmous. There mission was to protect all MF interests in the new nation against any more suicide attacks. MF also dedicated 25 IIA (Internal Invetigation Agency) agents to help investigate this new menace, the cause.

The engineers, after completing the new airfield, decided they wanted to adopt the town. The concentrated their efforts on a peice of land about 30 miles from the airstrip, hoping they could build a town to support 50,000+ in the coming years. The decided it would be named [any ideas?]. The Humvees, all 1,000 of them, were on the ground and getting their use from construction workers, govt officials, and refugees setting out in their new life.

OOC: yarbar will head up the advisory council for now, but will be appointed the president (or whatever it is you wish your leader to be called) in a few NS months once the foundations have been laid down. Gizmous, how many surivors are there exactly?

IC:

The explosion ripped apart the nearby soldiers, killing seven Veragonian soldiers. The others raised their weapons and a Gizmousian refugee, in panic, and screaming wildly rushed towards the soldiers. Whether she was running in fear, to get to safety, or whether she actually was another enemy would never be determined as fire from three of the survivors cut the 14 year old girl to pieces, with more than thirty rounds being pumped into her.

Other soldiers rushed to their comrades' aid, establishing a security perimeter and donning their combat helmets in place of the berets and bush hats they had been wearing to appear less threatening.

*Veras, motorcade*

General Reillih smiled as he reached into one of the limo's cabinets and drew out a clear glass bottle filled with an orange liquid. The general poured two glasses, and pushed one over to Yarbar.

"Ares' fire, made by the war god's priests, the finest vintage imported straight from Thrace. I trust it will be to your liking..." the general smiled as he waited to see the Gizmousian's reaction to the potent drink.

*Agricultural Outpost 003*

One of the new towns being constructed for New Gizmous was already well on its way towards a full population. Outpost 003 was slated to serve as the center for the region, though few would guess it from the small cluster of buildings and field of modular tents.

Word of the attack had arrived, and the soldiers now walked with their eyes scanningfor threats and under the load of heavy body armour and helmets. Despite that, the efforts were underway to build a new nation. Sanitation and other basic infrastructure was being planned out by civil affairs officers, Veragonian civil servants and many of the Gizmousian experts who taking on the role of community leaders and helping organize work parties to help in clearing the land, lay down irrigation and start building the economy.

Mixed in with the group, handing out food, water, blankets, and other necessities were priests from the various Veragonian gods. The effort was being lead by a high priest of Apollo, who was offering a small service in a cluster of modular tents that had been setup for this purpose.

Even the military priests, servants of Ares and Thanatos, dressed in their full battle gear, were helping. Recruits were being drawn from the crowd for police and military service. These were loaded onto trucks and sent to a base where the first battalions were already starting their training.

Everyone heard about the attack and the newly finished airfield went on high alert. Security was tightened tremdelousy. All refugees had to get checked out for any type of weapon our explosive. Many knives were taken but no other weapons. The airfield was turned into a fortress. Meanwhile confused refugees continued to flow in and the Ustian galaxy's unloaded there refugees at the Veragon airfield.

Message to MF:
How about you let gizmous name it considering it is there nation. Once there is a name for it thats what the airfield is going to be called considering its close by and I can't think of a name for it. Also Ustia will help you in any way possible so you can get the village up and runing.

attack:
Four Ustian troops were wounded 2 badly. The survivors slowly, cautiously walked over to the limp 14 year old and they realized that they killed a regular citizen. Everyone cursed under there breath and felt guilty.

4th fleet:
The fleet moved to Veras and unloaded there human cargo from the port. Veragon troops escorted the refugees to the procise center. After that was done The fleet moved back out to sea and sat offshore of New Gizmous waiting for orders.

Boot Camp:
Allan walked back and forth through the ranks of Gizmous recruits. He stopped in the middle and said "Gentlmen I'm Lieutnant Allan Idle I will be your drell instructor for the next 6(or how long you guys want there training to be) weeks. You will refer to me as sir and only sir! You will end your sentence with sir if you talk to me or any of your instructors, do you get me!" the recruits yeld togther "Sir yes Sir!" Allan smiled and said "welcome to hell boys, lets begin. Run fuckers!"

Boot Camp:
After running for a mile or two Allan ordered them to stop. "alright we will divide you up into four groups. I have here a box full of all you're names. I will randomly pick from the box and that person will be assigned as the group leader. Now form 4 lines of 8 NOW! you lazy asses!" everyone rushed to form there lines and when they were finished he said "oh yeah I forgot during this time of picking you will be doing push ups, set ups and really anything I say you to do, got that!" the group responded "sir yes sir!" Allan continued and said "alright hit it push ups now!" the group hit the ground and begin. Allan said "alright lets see gabe your the leader of group one." grunting gabe said "sir thank you sir!" "alright sit ups! Ok Dave your the leader of group 2 and Derrick your the leader of group 3." both of them said "sir thank your sir!" Allan continued "alright push up postion hold it until I say so!" everyone was tired and could barely stay up. he said "you better stay up or I'm not finishing!" Everyone learched there body's up and Allan continued "finally we have Terry. You'll be the leader of group 4." everyone couldn't hold it any longer so Allan told them to stop. The real training would begin soon.

The young Gizmousian man was new to Cause, but believed in it just as strongly as any one else. This though is what helped him cope with what he was about to do.

After Crieg's valiant sacrifice the Ustian and Veragonian soldiers had murdered a 14 year old girl in cold blood. This outrage would not go unpunished. Despite the crackdown on weapons, there were still ways to arm yourself, if you were resourceful. If there was thing the Cause had, it was resourceful people. He drove the battered old jeep through the last checkpoint and up to the gate. The dashboard bore a nameplate with the words, "A gift for our Gizmousian friends from the Republic of Upper Weston", Gizmous didn't need their pity, it was their war that destroyed his country anyway, but it was no matter, soon the Leader's plan would come full circle and they would all suffer.

He parker the jeep near the barracks housing nearly 100 traitors who had joined the puppet Army of New Gizmous. Now they would pay for rejecting the Cause.

He pushed a small red button where the cigarete lighter used to be and quickly walked away.

Five minutes later the three 155mm artillery shells hidden the gas tank exploded, and another blow was struck for the Cause.

When the news came in of another attack against a training camp, he quickly swallowed the drink and said "Whoa. That's the 2nd attack this week."
After that, he said "I want to make an broadcast to the refugee camps." What he was going to say is for any Old Gizmousian Army soldiers to join the new army and defend the country. Most of them had deserted during the sighting of the nukes over the country. (My army was 85,000, after Lordis, it was 76,000, and after the nuke, about 10,040 soldiers survived)

As Yarbar drank the beverage, he saw the news. Upper Weston was caught on camera, committing genocide. The media were all over it like bears were all over a bee nest. He spit the beverage out the window as he was looking at the sights and sounds of the outskirts of Veras. He said "I want to make an broadcast to the refugee camps." What he was going to say is for any Old Gizmousian Army soldiers to join the new army and defend our country. Most of them had deserted during the sighting of the nukes over the country. (My army was 85,000, after Lordis, it was 76,000, and after the nuke, about 10,040 soldiers survived)

OOC: If you'd read the the entire thread you'd know the attacks are being carried out by a terrorist organization within the refugee camps, not my government. Why don't you try paying closer attention to things?

OOC: Whoa, Upper Weston...do you have permission from Gizmous to be RPing a terrorist cell comprised of his citizens in his country?

OOC: Ehh, I'll change it.

OCC: I'm wondering how he can just putt his way in the compond without being checked our anything. Considering I did tighten security and you have no clearance into the training base

OCC: I'm wondering how he can just putt his way in the compond without being checked our anything. Considering I did tighten security and you have no clearance into the training base

OOC: Unless you're cutting open and searching gas tanks, he'd would've got through just fine.

If everyone wants to stop this line of RP, that doesn't bother me, I just thought a little change from the "drop off supplies, pick up survivors" trend would be nice.

OCC: I'm not saying don't do it just be a little more realistic about how you do it. Really I agree with you. That is geting a little boring. Like for instance if you want to blow up a training camp have someone join up in the new gizmous military from the cause and have him secretly plant bombs around the base or something like that. Thats reasonable.

OOC: Give me a day or so to come up with something better, I'm in the middle of a RL move and 3 other RPs. Everyone else should carry on though.

After they finished with the groups Allan had each man go through vigrous exercises. Everyone in the group was exausted. It was geting dark so Allan had them report to there barracks. "Form up in your groups. Single file lines! Alright march!" Everyone tiredly walked toward the barracks and found there bunks. Before they went to sleep Allan said "gentleman get a good night sleep because we start 6 o'clock sharp!" everyone Moned about that. Allan then said "shut up! lights out!" He flicked the lights off and shut the door behind them.

OOC: To wrap this up...

New Gizmous had finally beeen able to establish itself, with few mor terrorist attacks. MF decided to leave a corp of engineers in the new land, along with a small military outpost by the airport. MF would also leave a small force on the island by Lordis, in congunction with the other nations. The Iron Monkey Fleet and all combat soldiers were already home, as they were no longer needed.

In the end a Gizmous military was successfully made. The airbase was still used but scalde down a little bit. In all the airbase had a man power of about a thousand men. The rest were sent home. The fleet also returned home. Ustian troops remained on the island close to Lordis with a group of (I think it was 2,000? I don't really remember.) Everything was left at the island expect the N.E.F fleet returned home. Now this is where the curtain falls on this story, see you again.