NationStates Jolt Archive

The newly elected President Eric Langford, the great statesman of the Revolution, stood in front of the ammassing of troops. They were a ragtag bunch, young, old, and all fervently passionate for the Republican Cause. Their battles during the civil war, just five months complete had established the dominance of the National Party across the lands once know as the Scarlet Kingdom. They stood at attention, weapons at their sides, waiting for the man that had lead them through those brutal three years of war to begin his speech.

"Citizens of the Republic, for three years of your lives, you have gallantly fought with me against the autocrats, liberals, and reactionaries, and you have prospered. The Revolution is complete. We now control the land, a land now free for all citizens of the Republic formerly under the fist of our Hornando opressors. You have fought bravely, and I thank you for that. But it is now time to take on a new enemy. The ones that have plundered our lands and murdered, raped, and robbed thousands for centuries, insurrection after insurrection, they have plundered our people, under the mistaken belief that they could rule themselves. These monsters of the north must be stopped. The Darians are at it again, believing that we are weak, and will be unable to stop them from tearing the Republic assunder. I tell you, they are gravely mistaken. Gravley mistaken in thinking we will allow this young republic to fail, and that we will not fight back with all the muster and force of the Vietnamexican people. Gravely mistaken in thinking we will sit back as the Muurites are yet again slaughtered at their evil hands. This mistake cannot go unpunished. So I ask of you to take up your swords of justice once again, and march one last time for the Republic, liberty and justice. One last time, to march under the banner of the National Brigade. So march on soldiers, young and old, with the blessing of the People, of Vietnamexico and the World, march on soldiers, march on." As the President stepped away from the podium, a enormous applause went up from the men. Langford could not help but thinking about what this endevour would cost as he walked throught the mass of joyous men, recieving slaps on the back and handshakes as he walked toward his car. He knew that many of these men would never see their homes again, would never see their homes again, and the ones that would come home would never be the same. He himself knew from his time in the Royal Army, when he himself went to Daria, only to see roadways, covered with corpses, his friends blown to bits, and insurgents being tortured for days. Yes, it changed him. In ways that he will never forget.

OOC: I need someone to RP as the Darians, preferably someone who I have had a past RP on this subject matter before, because this is a pretty involved role play with the different warlords in the region

[OOC: Possibly interested in this IC....oh, and Viet, TG. I've had some ideas for this role-play. Got MSN?]

The Following troops and supplies will be deployed to the Daria-Muur theater of operations:

20,000 Combat Troops
120,000 Logistical Support Troops
400 buses
50 T-84 Tanks
150 Humvees

OOC: Need someone to RP as the Darians.

Near Gheldon, Daria

Timoto looked through his binoculars at the large caravan, heading toward the city. He got onto his radio and put on the frequency that he had been told to put out a message on.

"Hello, anyone there, Rico, are you there?"

Rico stepped up from his table where he had been eating his lunch, and he picked up the radio. "Yes. I am here."

"This is Timoto, I see a large caravan of Vietnamexican soldiers coming towards the city."

"Is that so, they are coming right into the trap."

"Yes, I know, just be prepared, it is a large grouping, and they have tanks."

"It is nothing we cannot handle. I will send out the alert." Rico ran into his cot and pulled up the matress. Underneath, a small arsenal lay, a sawnoff shotgun, and a small machine carbine, with about six magazines, which he placed in a sack for later on. He also took a small knife, and another small bag, a bag filled with hallucinagenic mushrooms. A weapon that he called 'fear cure'. Once he went outside, he grabbed a small horn that lay on a gasoline barrel, and placed it on his lips, blowing a sweet sound to the ears of the Nubanta of the city, who soon returned the call. The trap had been set.

OOC: bump, need some others to come into this so it becomes more interesting

Just outside Gheldon, Daria

"This mission is simple." explained Major Rick Wallings to the one hundred and ten men in front of him, "All you are going to do is go in, secure the weapons hideout, confiscate the weapons, and arrest any insurgents in the warehouse. You will drive into the city, and will get dropped off one block from the target, and attack it from three sides, the north the south and the east. You then will get the weapons out to the east side, where supply trucks will be waiting to take the weapons, prisioners, and you guys out. Any questions?"

Private Greg Gandini stood up, and the Major gestured towards him, "What kind of resistance should we expect? From the Nubanta?"

"Our intelligence suggests very little resistance, it should be a cakewalk," replied Wallings, "anyone else?" and seeing no one standing up, Wallings sent the men on there way.
The soldiers went and picked up their packs, and prepared in other ways for the misssion. They boarded the Runners, and drove off to the Gheldon, with their guns loaded, and their hearts hardened.