NationStates Jolt Archive

The UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter moved in low, close to the sea to avoid radar detection. The black paint kept it all but invisible in the night sky, especially against the blackness of the sea, and the only identifiable feature was the loud noise of the rotors.

"We are approaching destination Alpha-1," The pilot said to the GSG-9 team leader.

"Roger that." He replied, putting on his ski mask and black kevlar helmet. The eight man team going in to establish contact with Vega, or Romeo-6 as he was being referred to, and hopefully pull him back to New Prussia and help him consolidate power in Dephire.

They made it over land, and the chopper touched down. The team exited the aircraft, and immediately began to move inland, where they would search for Vega.


Meanwhile, the Intelligence Officers in New Prussia were doing everything they could to contact him, or at least locate him, without alerting the Dephirian Forces. As far as Alexander was to be aware, Wanderjar, despite the regieme change, was still a loyal ally.

"I think we've located him!" An Analyst shouted to his superior.

"Send a message with high encryption immediately! Lets pray he sees it and the Dephirians do not."

To: Vega

From: Shadow-8


We are here to evacuate you. Meet us along the coast line in Eastern Dephire. We will find you.

Do not be seen!

End Transmission

OOC: Resize that picture because it's stretching the page.

IC:
Three cloaked figures hid outside of the triple-max security prison just outside of Sarajevo, a city in Dephire. They shooed away as a small black box beeped. Three seconds passed quickly, and a large explosion ripped apart the wall. The figures ran inside and began to execute several of the guards before reaching the enterance door. They entered just as the alarms went off. More gunfire sounded throughout the complex. Eventually the figures entered a computer room.

"Open all Security Doors, Schavik."

One figure entered the command. In a matter of moments, the entire security system shut down and a loud 'Clang' rang through the complex as all of the doors opened in unison. The figures left the room with a guard lying dead on the floor. Swiftly and carefully the three went onward towards their next goal, the security vault cell room in which their objective was kept in.

"B33-1...B34-2...B35-3...Ah here we are, B36-4! Diam, open this door."

A spark from the torch from which was in Diam's hand began to melt through the solid steel of the door. Something made a noise, and Diam fell to the floor panting. The other two figures gunned down a guard that just so happened to have stumbled onto them.

"Are you okay, Diam?"

"Yeah..knicked my shoulder, but I'm fine."

Diam sat up and finished what he was working on. They lowered the door to the ground and looked into the room. A set of eyes stared through some bars.

"Is that you Vega?"

The eyes lowered, then came up. They nodded in respect.

"Alright, we are getting you out of here. Some friends are coming to take us safely to the Jungle Region."

The GSG-9 Team waited in the jungle, along a dirt road that would likely be the travel route for Vega's escort. The team had considered the possibility of Alexander's Loyalist Troops moving past, so they hid in the bush, waiting.

"When they come past, what are we going to do?" Asked the assistant team leader.

"Say that we're Wanderjarian troops and we're here to rescue them." Replied the team leader.

Nodding, the Assistant remained ready, squatting in the jungle until Vega came by.

A thunderous sound came up along the coast as several hundred troops along with tanks trodded along it towards the Sarajevo District. There helmet visors giving them a reading that there were some Wanderjarian troops in some bushes, but they did not care for them. They went passed the small group and picked up the pace.

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"Please let us go! We will serve you well, Vega!"

"Alright, let them out of the cells. These convicted criminals may prove useful."

The group of four men quickly increased as they freed several hundred people from the prison. This became their fortress until they were able to escape. Eventually they came back to the enterance and were met by several thousand soldiers of unknown allegience...

The Wanderjarian Forces issues the following statement:

"We will take your convicts, and place them into one of our many Penal Legions, if you will allow us to take them. We are currently sending three C-130 Cargo jets to ferry them to Germania Island, where they shall be trained and reeducated to serve in my Army. The several GSG-9 operators which you have detected are an advance troop left over from your Civil War, but will be monitoring the extradition of these convicts should you allow them to go. Name your price for them, as we will pay."


---General Guiderian

"It would be wise to simply execute these convicted felons! If you see Vega, kill him. My spies shall be watching closely."

Clandonian Embassy
Sarajevo, Dephire
2157 hours

The massive protest had been growing all day, anti-ADAN protestors had been shouting at the embassy. The marine contingent were on guard, the Dephirian policemen had gone home, they were worried now. The embassy had the usual Clandonian asortment, 100 civillian and diplomatic staff with the 40 marine contingent, 2 Helicopters, a limo, 3 Armoured Range Rovers. The Marines had their standard weaponry, G36K's, GPMG, anti tank missiles, sniper rifles standard Clandonian armed forces gear.

In the afternoon the commanding officer was advised by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs advised that the situation in Dephire was 'concerning'. In the afternoon, the armory was opened up, the marines were issued with live ammo and combat gear, the four L7A2 7.62mm GPMG were placed on the roof along with the sniper team. Marines were issued with their G36s and Sig 552s, complete with UGL's they went into combat positions watching the crowd as it grew outside the gates. The young marines were nervous, on their first tour in a foreign land. A young Private from the Western city of Kirkland watched the crowd shouting and throwing stones. Then he saw the lighted rag of a petrol bomb hurled towards the window, smashing on the armoured glass. That was it, the ambassador was in dinner with his family, he was rushed by the guards down to the bunker, the CPISF guards, MP7s and Glocks drawn secured the door. The marine CO stood outside watching the massing crowd, he was worried then a volly of shots rang into the air, the crowd had just fired what sounded like an AK-47, the direction was unknown all he thought now was that the crowd had weapons. He ordered troops to fired a volly of warning shots into the air to dispere the crowd then the ping of bullet next to him....

'Bloody hell!!!!' He screamed, jumping down for cover, the crowd seemed more angry. He grabbed his radio from his belt, pistol drawn.

'Shoot a few of the fuckers then see how they like that!'

The fireteam opened fire on the crowd with the GPMG, 20 shots or so then came the volly of fire and bombs, the crowd were rushing the gate with a car, it was nearly through as the Iron gates groaned. The marines panicked one had taken a shot to the neck and was being treated for his wounds, the situation had now become a firefight. The ambassador called his seniors in Clanon City, it was late Saturday afternoon, the place was winding down for the weekend now and Sunday rest day. The order was given for the ambassador to leave with his family, at the embassy the two Agusta A109's were prepped and ready to go. The aircraft carrier, CPNS Vincent was moved to reinforce the Sovremenny Class destroyer CPNS Prilios which was on patrol off the coast of Dephire. The Harrier GR7 contingent of the carrier was alerted for possible action for airstrike if the embassy was overun they would need a presicion bombing to destroy classified and confidential information. There was now a major diplomatic crisis unfolding in Dephire.

"It would be wise to simply execute these convicted felons! If you see Vega, kill him. My spies shall be watching closely."

In Response: "Why waste good bodies, which could be better used to slay our foes? If I find Vega, I assure you, he shall face a gruesome death at the hands of my Commissariat."

Response:

"Because Vega needs to die! If he lives, then he may gain power and overthrow me!"

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Vega and his men ducked for cover as a wall of bullets slammed the building.

"Out of prison in only a few minutes and I'm met with a great welcoming party. Nice."

Response:

"Because Vega needs to die! If he lives, then he may gain power and overthrow me!"

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Vega and his men ducked for cover as a wall of bullets slammed the building.

"Out of prison in only a few minutes and I'm met with a great welcoming party. Nice."


I'm referring to your prisoners, not Vega himself. My planes are landing, and the GSG-9 operators will begin boarding them onto the planes in shackles. Tell your men to cease fire.

Commander Vario recieved the order.

"Cease fire cease fire! Vega, if you are there, surrender your men to us for escort to Wanderjar's Embassy. As for you, you are to be execu-"

A lone shot silenced the officer. Blood spewed from a severed artery on the Commander's neck.

"Good to have you back, Vega. Men, fire at will!"

Several hundred soldiers began emerging from hidden bushes. Gunfire was everywhere, and eventually the Dephirians fled.

"Nice to see you Reynolds. Now, let's get to the WJ Embassy."

The troops were loaded onto the C-130s, which took off and began the flight to Germania Island, were they could be under complete protection of the Red Empire. Germania Island was one of the innermost islands in the chain, and the most heavily defended as it was a major military base.


When they arrived, they would immediately be given dormintories, and solice for as long as they required or desired.

"I thank you for taking us in, and for rescuing me from prison. How are we to get Alexander out of power though? He has over one billion followers!"

The question hung in the air as a familiar sound put dread in their hearts.

"Dominator Class Rail Cannon ready for firing sequence to commence...."

OOC: Are you firing at me? or whats going on?

OOC: Are you firing at me? or whats going on?

OOC: Alexander is thinking about it, because of the attack on his forces outside the prison of which Reynolds was involved in. He doesn't know if you were actually involved or not..

To: Alexander

DO NOT FIRE! WE HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE RIOTS, AND ARE FLYING THE PRISONERS AWAY IN CHAINS.

To: Alexander

DO NOT FIRE! WE HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE RIOTS, AND ARE FLYING THE PRISONERS AWAY IN CHAINS.

To: Wanderjarians

I will not fire then. Procede as you wish.

The aircraft were in the air, and on their way to Wanderjar.

"I estimate it will take us seven hours to arrive." The pilot said.

"Excellent," The GSG-9 Team Commander replied. "Well Vega, General Guiderian is going to meet you when we arrive in Germania."

"Good. Then maybe we can look for a plan as to getting Alexander's forces to be crushed."

Vega looked through a window at an aweful view as something was happening in the Clandonian Prime Embassy Territory.

"It looks as if Alexander has now gone too far..."

Reynolds stood up and walked over to the window Vega had been looking through.

"So. How stands your military? Are they any good?"

"They are fine. As far as everything else goes, you will have to talk to General Guiderian."


Several Hours later, General Guiderian explained his idea for Vega's retaking power:

"First of all, in a stand up fight, you'll not win. However, in a guerrilla campaign, much like the Viet Cong's in Vietnam, or Che Guevara's in Cuba, you can have a much better chance of victory. Hit them and run, killing their troops and demoralizing them. Then, make sure the public sees you as being benevolent, and an all around good man. Do what ever it takes. Then they will flock to your cause, and overthrow Alexander. My GSG-9 troops will train your men in Guerrilla Warfare, as this is a specialty of theirs. Then, when they are ready, we will transport you back, and the Revolution will begin."

"Ah. I know that one on one we will more than likely fail."

Vega thought for a moment.

"What if we were to somehow get the plans for this new Cannon project I overheard the guards talking about...the Decimator Class Rail Cannon? No...forget that of which I just spoke of. Too risky. Maybe...maybe I can try to rouse some of my former comrades! Before I was defeated at the Megalith Complex, I had over one billion, four hundred thousand followers...then they scattered after I was taken prisoner. If I regain there support...we may have yet a fighting chance. Revolution is at hand! Now then...let's talk about dinner. What are we having tonight?"

"Ah. I know that one on one we will more than likely fail."

Vega thought for a moment.

"What if we were to somehow get the plans for this new Cannon project I overheard the guards talking about...the Decimator Class Rail Cannon? No...forget that of which I just spoke of. Too risky. Maybe...maybe I can try to rouse some of my former comrades! Before I was defeated at the Megalith Complex, I had over one billion, four hundred thousand followers...then they scattered after I was taken prisoner. If I regain there support...we may have yet a fighting chance. Revolution is at hand! Now then...let's talk about dinner. What are we having tonight?"

"A hearty steak would sound good to me. Would you concur? In any event, we must try to rally your comrades!"

"Steak does sound good. Waiter!"

Thirty minutes later...

"Alright. Battleplans. Where are your forces at now?"

"The majority of them are at home. There are about 10,000 Men in each of my colonies though. The Schutzetruppes', or Protection Troops of Tundria and Wanderjarian Francaden."

"I have just sent a message to the Loyalist forces in Danteri. We have five thousand men there, and it's swiftly acumulating."

"Excellent. I will contact the Liberated New Irish and ask for their assistance."


To: Liberated New Ireland

From: Wanderjar


Trusted Ally! The Dephirian Government is spriling into corruption and delapidation. We are assisting in helping Vega gain power. If we do this our alliance will be stronger than ever, and it is critical that you assist. Our Special Forces can do wonders to help their revolution.


Cheers,


General Guiderian

"Excellent. I will contact the Liberated New Irish and ask for their assistance."

OOC: Just call us Irish.
Oh, and the V-35s are basically small (one squad), high-speed VTOL transports... I don't have specs on them yet...
IC:
As soon as they recieved the message, wheels in the Irish government started turning. On the Limerick Muster Field, and 4 V-35 Peregrine Hyperlight Transports were prepped, and a company of Fianoglach Rangers were loaded onto them.

The transports lifted off and headed for Dephirian airspace, and a short communique was sent to the Wanderjaran government.

23rd Ranger Company is en route. What do you need?

RE: LNI


A troop to assist Vega in a guerrilla campaign against Alexander's Loyalists

The V-35s throttled out of their holding patterns, and were en route to Sarajevo, Dephire. On the lead hyperlight, there was a flurry of activity between the captain of the Rangers, Captain Thomas Collins, and the small Intelligence detachment that was with them, lead by Captain Lucas Doyle. The had to speak over their helmet/hat radios to compete with the noise of the engine.

Collins:
ETA?

Doyle:
53 minutes. We'll be setting down in the countryside near Sarejevo.

Collins:
What's the sitch?

Doyle:
Hard to say. Sarejevo has exploded into chaos. There was a riot at one of the embassies, and shots were fired. At the same time, several hundred prisoners broke out of a Triple-Max. Our mission is to rescue one of them, plus several Irish POWs... The main target is a man named Vega, codename Romeo-6.

Collins (Canter-1):
Alright. Squad leaders, this is Canter-1. Prep your teams, and go by callsigns from here on out.

Stutter-1:
Affirmative.

Torpor-1:
Affirmative.

Uncle-1:
Affirmative.

Villain-1:
Affirmative.

***MESSAGE TO IRISH GOVERNMENT***



Romeo-6 is in Wanderjar. Readying for return to fight. Requested that Irish troops begin aggrivating Dephirian supply depots and troop concentrations.

***MESSAGE TO IRISH GOVERNMENT***



Romeo-6 is in Wanderjar. Readying for return to fight. Requested that Irish troops begin aggrivating Dephirian supply depots and troop concentrations.
OOC: What's the name of the man who's sending all these messages?
IC:
Captain Doyle paused for a second and listened to something on the radio. He turned back to Collins.

Doyle:
Plan's changed, our info was wrong! We're to attack a pair of depots in Dephire, we'll recieve the coordinates soon! They already got Vega out, I don't know what happened to our boys...

Collins:
I read you...

Reply to Wanderjaran sender:
Message recieved. Send mission-related messages to Captain Doyle on V-25-162 from here on out. Requesting any information available to aid in mission.

After the nuclear attacks on Clandonia comunication had been down with the Ministry and no one knew what to do. The carrier that was on route had been called back home to aid with the defence and the Destroyer was preparing to head home. The marines had managed to shoot about 120 of the protestors launching tear gas as the others fled. The embassy had been shot up and had been on fire in parts. With no support incoming the Marines knew they would have to do any defending themselves. The commanding officer was tired, he had been up all night, watching the news about the situation back home he feared for his family, as did the other marines. No news had come through from the MoD on what they should do. Two helicopters sat there waiting to go, the Destroyer was only 200 miles away but turning back to Clandonian waters. The decision was made by the CO and ambasador plus CPISF staff to stick it out until they knew what to do. Other diplomatic missions were also wondering the same, cut off from home, with no known time of support and resupply they hoped their host nations would help them. Many thousands of Clandonians were trapped abroad after the attack, many seeking help from the embassys who were in the same position.

OCC: May TPF send the Phantoms to assist GSG-9?

OCC: May TPF send the Phantoms to assist GSG-9?

OOC: Absolutely