NationStates Jolt Archive

-Skopje, Macedonia. 6:00 AM-
Commander Vlatko put down his binoculars and stroked his beard. He nodded to two men and waved them forward. The noded and leaped over a small ridge, quickly diving in some underbrush. The Macedonian Army's sole base, next to the Capital's Suburbs, sprawled out before them. 200 men of the Imperial Guards "Division" had infiltrated Macedonian borders approximately 3 weeks ago, living off the land and stealing what they could; saving their rations for the rare instance when they couldn't find food.

The 2 men that had gone ahead were now at the edge of a runway, crocued down in a ditch. Macedonian matinence crewmen were laughing and joking around amungst themselves on a MiG fighter parked nearby. One of the men in the ditch clicked his radio twice, indicatining that they were ready. Commander Vlatko raised a hand to get his men's attention. He had only 50 men with him at the moment, 2 other teams of 50 were at other ends of the base, preparing to strike. The last team of 50 had stolen about 10 pick-up trucks (Much to the bewilderment of the Macedonian police, who couldn't find out where the stolen trucks went) and were preparing to make a rather mad-dash for the capital. It was a long-shot, but if they suceeded, they would end the war before it even started.

Vlatko made a few handgestures to his men, who were all anxiously peering at him. After he communicated to them to go to phase 1, they crept up along the ridge and took care-ful aim, while lying on their stomach's. One of the Macedonians below noticed the slight movement and began to squint up towards the ridge. He hit the shoulder of another mechanic and pointed up towards the ridge. 2 grenades flew out of the ditch, followed by another set. The men started to scream and shout, while attempting to clambor off the plane. They were two late. The plane (And the mechanics on it) went up in a brilliant plume of fire. Commander Vlatko Fired a signal flare into the sky, and distant gun-fire was heard. Teams 2 and 3 had begun their attack.

A near-by barraks threw open its doows, and a Macedonian sergent held it open while screaming at the men inside. Some started to bolt out, partially clothed and with Ak-47s in hand. The 2 guardsmen in the ditch below stood up and fired a few rounds at them before ducking once again. The Macedonians, as predicted stopped and returned fire. So unprofessional.

Vlatko peered through the sights of his gun and opened fire. The rest of his command also opened fire, riddling the poor macedonians below with bullets. Vlatko used up the contents of his clip then ducked behind the ledge while his men continued to fire.

Grabing the radio, he opened a communications link with the Imperial Guardsmen General.

"General, the attack has commenced. We have them pinned down, and request urgent air support. Macedonian numbers may well be in the several thousand range."

"Very well. 1st and 2ed fighter wings en-route. We will begin our attack here on the border. Good luck commander. Over and out."

Vlatko closed the comm link and smiled. He looked below, where the Macedonians had yet to raise any form of co-herent resistance. His men were wasting any fool brave enough to step outside, allowing the in-comming fighters the oppertunity to 'cook' the other fools who remained in their barracks. Today was going to be a good day. A very good day.

-City of Skopje-
:: All units, this is Police Dispatcher. We have reports of 10 Pick-up trucks going at high-speeds heading towards the capital building. Each truck had 2 men in the front, and 3 in the back. We have reports of explosions and gunfire. Use caution.::

-To be continued-

-Imperial guard HQ, somewhere in the depths of Dubrovnik-

The Shadowed figure coughed violently, then stedied himself in his chair. leaning over, a metallic stub steadied the man against the table as he leaned over to write with a hand that was nissing a middle and pinkie finger. After signing a small paper, he waved it off, and the entire surface of the table moved on, like a convyer belt, bring in the next report. Again, the figure read it to himself, then signed it. A small projection came up above the table. In it was an Imperial Guardsman.

::My Lord, the President of Macedonia is dead, as are all his aids. We are holed up in the palace, but they have called in a large force of police. I fear the worst sir.::

The figure coughed. "How many ya got with ya?"

::We are 13 strong sir. The presidential guard fought tooth and nail, along with the police outside...:: A series of Gunshots was heard in the backround, as the soldier giving the report looked down over a balcony. He swore, then put down the comm-link without closing it. The shadowy figure coughed again in anticipation. Loud gunfire, obviously comming from somewhere close, was heard, and a few gun casings littered the ground around the comm-link.

::THEY HAVE THE RECEPTION AREA!::
::FALL BACK!::

The image showed about 8 pairs of boots run past. He heard a man swear and foot steps running back to the comm-link. A soldier picked up the small device then ran out of there. A moment later, the image showed the soldiers duck into a well-decorated and spacious room. The image moved, then it showed a bloodied face of the same soldier from moments earlier.

::Sir? Can you read me?::

"Yes I can. What the hell jus' happened!?"

::They over-ran my forward position, and seized the enterence. I lost 5 men back there sir.::

"Alright. You were saying?"

::Yeeees sir. I was about to announce that the enemy is noe incoherent, and that we heard the Macedonian leadership panic over the radio. It may be over soon.::

"Good job soldier! Now, get the hell out of there and..."

Suddenly the soldier dropped the comm-link device. and was shouting as a ton of firing was heard. After several minutes of screaming and shouting, the shooting stopped. He heard a few cautious foot-steps, and cries of greif in a forign language. Damn. The Macedonians got the Guardsmen. A face dropped to the floor and was examining the object. The man behind muttered something, and picked up the device.

The Figure in the meantime had sort of re-adjusted himself so now he leaned on another section of the desk, and drummed his fingers patiently. Soon, a faace with a macedonian's Generals cap appeared.

::You are the leader of Vineayrd forces, yes?::

"Some of 'em."

::Good. Listen when I tell you. You lose if you no pull back now!::

The man laughed. Or made a sound that resembled a laugh. It was more of a growl than anything.

"Good night general." The figure shifted, and the projection went static. He knew that miles of way, in Macedonia, a general just exploded.

-20 days later-

Pillars of black smoke rose from the city. Eurofighters in pairs zoomed to and fro, looking for stragglers. In a brilliant move, whoever commanded the Imperial guard had managed to roll what was left of Macedonian resistance into the city, and into a death trap. Debris littered the streets. Guardsmen in battlegear roamed the streets as patrols, looking for further stragglers. But there were nne to be found. Those who survived the initial attack surrendered.

-Feild somewhere in Macedonia-

3,512 Macedonian police, bodyguards, and army personnel congregated in the feild after being unloaded by Imperial Army trucks. They were hearded into a tight circle by Imperial guardsmen, then told to stay still. A few trucks broke away from those parked on the sides of the medows, and the rear swung open. An Imperial guardsman manned a machine gun in the bakc of each of these trucks. The Imperial Guardsmen widened their perimeter to span between the trucks. Then the order came forward.

A minute later, all macedonians lay dead. Bullet casings littered the ground around the massacared. Guardsmen now walked over the bodies, looking for anyone that had survived. A macedonian moaned somewhere, and several shots rang out in the relitive calm. after a few minutes of searching, the guardsmen doused the bodies with gasoline, and lit it on fire before leaving the scene. No one would ever know these people ever existed. No one.

The Emirate notes the events in Macedonia and we only hope that the Empire of Vineyard can institute swift and effective order to prevent this situation from becoming over-blown.