Shalrirorchia
05-08-2006, 02:10
MARATE
Capital of the former nation of Jaonxi-
The U.S.S. assault helicopter flew high over the smoke-filled skies of the capital of Marate, once the seat of government of Jaonxi...now nothing more than a tribal battleground. Jaonxi was one of those backwaters of the world...a place few had heard about, and even fewer cared about. Even the U.N. support agencies had long withdrawn from this hot, tortured land. The collapse of President Armando Bertistrade's government had paved the way for the rise of the warlords and their militias.
The United States of Shalrirorchia did not like militias that consorted with terrorists.
Shalrirorchian aid groups had been pouring resources into Jaonxi...the people were poor, starving. They had been going about their business, heedless of the faction/faction warfare.
Then the warlords had begun raiding the aid shipments, stealing food, water, and medicine intended for the civilian population.
The death of a Shalrirorchian aid worker during one such raid had settled it. The Shalrirorchians had sent an entire battalion...the meatier part of a brigade...to protect the convoys, and to hunt down Warlord Vega Bakir and bring him to justice. Bakir's faction was the largest and best-armed in Jaonxi. Capturing him or killing him, the Shalrirorchians believed, would bring a gradual end to the violence plaguing Jaonxi. So it was that Shalrirorchian Army infantry and elite U.S.S. Ranger commandos found themselves in a dust-swept base on the outskirts of Marate. Even though the base was brand-new, the dirt already clung to the sides of the structures, making it look similar to the battered structures that composed most of Marate.
"7-11, this is recon bird. We have the target area in site and charted. Returning to base." the helicopter radioed.
The helicopter had barely landed at Delta Base before the pilots could see infantry assembling on the flight field. There was something big in the offing, the pilot realized. This wasn't a routine recon flight...there was an operation planned.
Capital of the former nation of Jaonxi-
The U.S.S. assault helicopter flew high over the smoke-filled skies of the capital of Marate, once the seat of government of Jaonxi...now nothing more than a tribal battleground. Jaonxi was one of those backwaters of the world...a place few had heard about, and even fewer cared about. Even the U.N. support agencies had long withdrawn from this hot, tortured land. The collapse of President Armando Bertistrade's government had paved the way for the rise of the warlords and their militias.
The United States of Shalrirorchia did not like militias that consorted with terrorists.
Shalrirorchian aid groups had been pouring resources into Jaonxi...the people were poor, starving. They had been going about their business, heedless of the faction/faction warfare.
Then the warlords had begun raiding the aid shipments, stealing food, water, and medicine intended for the civilian population.
The death of a Shalrirorchian aid worker during one such raid had settled it. The Shalrirorchians had sent an entire battalion...the meatier part of a brigade...to protect the convoys, and to hunt down Warlord Vega Bakir and bring him to justice. Bakir's faction was the largest and best-armed in Jaonxi. Capturing him or killing him, the Shalrirorchians believed, would bring a gradual end to the violence plaguing Jaonxi. So it was that Shalrirorchian Army infantry and elite U.S.S. Ranger commandos found themselves in a dust-swept base on the outskirts of Marate. Even though the base was brand-new, the dirt already clung to the sides of the structures, making it look similar to the battered structures that composed most of Marate.
"7-11, this is recon bird. We have the target area in site and charted. Returning to base." the helicopter radioed.
The helicopter had barely landed at Delta Base before the pilots could see infantry assembling on the flight field. There was something big in the offing, the pilot realized. This wasn't a routine recon flight...there was an operation planned.