NationStates Jolt Archive

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OOC: So feel free to play your nation, a group you are backing, an independent entity or a mixture of the three.

The Premise: The last piece of Africa has been de-colonialized. The 5 remaining colonies have been given independence as a single entity, The Union of The Congo. For now everything seems to be calm. But just under the surface a conflict of gargantuan proportions is about to unfold. The region has vast untapped resources, and is also home to an astonishing variety of cultures, ethnicities, political ideologies and agendas. Across the globe, nations are getting involved in the situation. Some want the country to succeed, while others want it to spark wars throughout the continent and the world. Some are greedily trying to take the riches of the land, but others have humanitarian goals. Plans are being made, deals are going down and rebels are being armed. Only one thing is certain: the world is in for a wild ride.

IC: The Air N Y C jet gained speed, then lifted off from the searing hot tarmac. The beaches and hotels of Tenerife fell away as the 737 soared out over the Atlantic Ocean. It was the first scheduled flight to Kinshasa, the capital of the newly-independent Union of the Congo. Aboard were a few tourists and some natives returning home but most of the passengers wore the ID tags of the N Y C foreign service, an elite group of diplomats sent to world hotspots. A mood of gloom hung over the cabin. when they had left, all reports from the UC sounded calm. But that was no guarantee that things would be the same when they landed.Red are the borders of The Union of the Congo, blue are the provincial borders, which correspond to the RL international borders.

OOC: So feel free to play your nation, a group you are backing, an independent entity or a mixture of the three.

The Premise: The last piece of Africa has been de-colonialized. The 5 remaining colonies have been given independence as a single entity, The Union of The Congo. For now everything seems to be calm. But just under the surface a conflict of gargantuan proportions is about to unfold. The region has vast untapped resources, and is also home to an astonishing variety of cultures, ethnicities, political ideologies and agendas. Across the globe, nations are getting involved in the situation. Some want the country to succeed, while others want it to spark wars throughout the continent and the world. Some are greedily trying to take the riches of the land, but others have humanitarian goals. Plans are being made, deals are going down and rebels are being armed. Only one thing is certain: the world is in for a wild ride.

IC: The Air N Y C jet gained speed, then lifted off from the searing hot tarmac. The beaches and hotels of Tenerife fell away as the 737 soared out over the Atlantic Ocean. It was the first scheduled flight to Kinshasa, the capital of the newly-independent Union of the Congo. Aboard were a few tourists and some natives returning home but most of the passengers wore the ID tags of the N Y C foreign service, an elite group of diplomats sent to world hotspots. A mood of gloom hung over the cabin. when they had left, all reports from the UC sounded calm. But that was no guarantee that things would be the same when they landed.

Yeh I would be interested.

Er...so post.

Oh aren't you going to wait for some more interest?

Go ahead

"Five-six-two-four-nine! Takeoff clear!"
"Two-eight-seven-zero-one! Head to takeoff at eighteen!"
"Three-one-six-one-five! Takeoff clear!"

Speakers didn't stop screaming at Hub International Airport, dubbing the orders given to crews. Wasteland Scourge, a mercenary company, was sending troops to Congo. There was everyone. Black, Chinese, Arabs, White, some people of unidentifiable nationality, and some not even looking human - thousands of soldiers boarded huge AN-124 cargo haulers, modified for troops transportation.


A few young native citizens of Vault 10 were looking with contempt at this bunch of crap, as they believed. One of them looked as a Bigtopian mercenary fell down from the ladder and laughed aloud. His chrome plated, fuel cell powered racing bird was standing nearby, blinding people with glares. He turned the head to her, looked her around slowly, and spitted in the direction of the crowd.

Nerba Garrone, aging veteran and mercenary major, looked heavily at him. The guy laughed. He, being a native, made 53 thousands a year at his age, not something to be proud of in Vault 10, but surely way more than Nerba got with all his experience and hard, risky work. The guy put his hands behind the head and closed his eyes, showing off the enjoyment of being in his position.

Nerba closed the guy. He pulled him up, his strong, trained arm barely noticing the racer boy who even went on a diet to lighten his plane.
- "You think it is funny, idiot?"
The boy didn't look as high, but he was still feeling superior.
- "Yes, sir-re. Methink its funny. A crowd of people who have never piloted is always a funny sight, sir-re." - the guy tried to hold high.
- "No, you idiot. A funny sight is someone who has never been in a fight outside a plane."
- "Truly funny, sir-re. Ones who can't even built planes lose outside as well!" - he tried to laugh.

The major couldn't stand it. His plane had almost loaded, and he put the guy on his back, entering the plane.
"Everyone loaded!" - Nerba shouted, his voice making the boy's cries a whisper in comparison. - "Close the door and take off!"

"Flight Four-Nine-Three-Eight-Nine! Takeoff clear!"

The cargo hauler roared with all the engines, started to accelerate over the airstrip, and finally entered the almost overcrowded airspace, keeping only a little of clearance to other planes.

"We shall see it now" - shouted Nerba right into the boy's ear, who had barely heard him with all the noise around.

Emperor James paced around in his royal throne room.
To bomb or not to bomb, that is the question, he thought.
His wife, the Empress, strode in, and noticed him pacing.
"Dear, what's the matter?" she asked.
"This damn Union of the Congo. So many resources! Should I bomb it?" he said.
"Well, if it would help the Empire," she replied.
"Indeed it would," replied the Emperor.

The Emperor issued an order to begin the invasion of the Union of the Congo.

In the halls of the Ministry for Defence, plans were drawn up.

OOC: Could you please not spoil the game by hasting everything and instead do one move a time, keeping up with the others?

OOC: sorry.

OOC: Anyone wanna attack my guys?
IC:

KIGALI (Reuters)-Tensions are high in the capital of The Union of the Congo's Rwanda Province today. Pirate radio station Radio Rwanda Libre has called for mass demonstrations against the provincial government, claiming it is controlled by the minority Tutsi ethnic group.

Municipal Police cheif Paul Habimana pleaded for calm as sporadic violence broke out in the commercial center of this city of 850,000, including an attempt by armed gunmen to storm the central bus station, the most vital transport hub in the province. The attack has led to worries for the safety of an N Y C led construction team, currently working in the suburbs of the capital, building the first section of the planned Kigali-to-Kigoma Railroad, a critical project to increase the prosperity of eastern UC.

OOC: We'll set a foothold for now... BTW, since you are the starter, would you prefer it to be only about Congo, only central Congo, or all the map?

IC:
"So, boy?" - said Nerba. "Feeling cool now?"
The guy was surrounded by mercs of all colors, all armed, armored and well equipped. A few were laughing at him.
"Can you do anything but bragging? Maybe you would at least present yourself?" - Nerba joined the laughter.

The guy held himself, but Nerba felt he really wanted to be elsewhere.
"Peter. The Symmetriad. The rest doesn't matter." - his eyes were almost burning.
Plane made a tight turn. They were approaching Soyo. Most people grabbed something or fell onto the walls, Peter and Nerba being among the few who didn't seem to react at all, just bending legs a little.

"So the boy is gonna see some fight, eh?" - asked Roncho, a lieutenant from Mexico. - "Have you ever shot a gun, except for one in the fighter?"
"And do you have a single real gun here?" - Peter laughed in return. - "A pity I've left my HVS-816 in the plane".

Roncho sweared. These boys used top-of-the line rifles just for fun. Both in war and in any argument he would choose his AK-103 over any other rifle. He knew it did everything he needed, and did it anytime, anywhere. But it's impossible not to envy someone who has expensive, extremely accurate and still lightweight toys, even if they aren't worth their price. He shut up as soon as he realized what he was doing, and turned red. It was hard to hold himself and not hit the guy with the stock.

Nerba went to a supply crate, pushed aside the soldier who had fallen on the floor, opened it and threw the boy H&K G3, to see how he holds the recoil.
- "We can't take any risks and will jump out. Take this and shut up! You'll get your vest on the ground!"
- "A metal vest, or, maybe, out of old rags?" - Peter couldn't hold himself. - "Are they even washed? And did you stick the holes with gum or just put a cloth over them?"
Roncho turned away. They took a few vests from the enemy's dead in the last campaign, and washed them in the river, but he was supposed to submit everything for repairs. Of course, getting less than half back.
- "Thank you for your kindness, but my flying suit beats your rags and rust every time." - Peter felt like he finally had his revenge. He touched one of the chutes some soldier was checking, with contempt and pointed at his own back. - "And this is a parachute, you know".

Nerba didn't answer. He raised his hand and waved it down so that the operator could see him. The hatch behind them opened, and he just pushed the boy out.

[OOC: Everyone, feel free to join! Or continue if you already are here. This is free for all RL or MT nations, open RP.]



The sun was setting down beyond dark rain clouds, and another cloud of gray parachutes was silently descending on Soyo, nearly invisible in the gloomy sky.

Tiny flashes sparked among the windows and roofs, and rare, unaimed shots disappeared somewhere in the clouds. They were met with a firework in the sky, and a rain of lead covered the roofs, as if the clouds finally became enraged and revealed their true nature.


Nerba was falling among all the others, shooting down, unable even to direct fire out there. A few windows in an old church somewhere far below lit with orange glow, and just in a couple minutes Nerba saw one of his soldiers - he couldn't tell who in this darkness - blasted by some large caliber bullet right through the steel vest. The locals seemed to be informed beforehand. Where was the air cover? It was supposed to be a quiet operation, but without cover they would be decimated. And they were supposed to get air cover immediately. Any delay could cost more lives, but it was three minutes late already.

An-225 was flying in the stratosphere, avoiding any attention. Helicopters were dragged behind it by cables, at times shaking and swinging violently. It slowed the plane down, and choppers were never intended for such speeds, but that was still safer and way faster than the usual way. "Whe- the --ng -ver??!" - screamed the radio in the cockpit. The commander checked the plan again. It was a little early, but he had enough operating freedom to decide that himself.


Peter was flying his small ram-air parachute, aside from the main formation. No one on the ground seemed to notice him yet, but the operation looked suicidal. He already regretted that incident, but there was no turning back now.
A couple miles left of him, a few black stains were quietly falling from the sky at a sharp angle. Splashes of gunfire lit them up, and a few positions on the ground, on the outskirts of the town, covered with explosions and smoke. Peter finally realized these were gunships, and only contra-rotating rotors kept them from losing control at this speed.

The church started to spit bullets in their direction, and, all of sudden, all around the town, hundreds of strokes lit above the ground, quickly closing the helicopters. They seemed to expect that, filling the sky with flares, and tightly turned, covering the approach trajectories for each other's missiles in storms of explosions and shrapnel with a wild noise. One chopper continued descent, and more and more missiles followed it.
Most flames ceased right in the clouds of shrapnel or explosions with the flares. The still descending chopper suddenly fired tens of flares in all directions and turned around, but most missiles went on after it, and a stingers hit its tail. Blasting in consecutive explosions, they went after the falling tail, which spitted burning fuel. The chopper pretended to fall, but regained control - it had only fuel in the tail - and, still dropping fire, landed on a roof. Other helicopters, now with normal speed and keeping high altitude, started to surround the town, blasting a few new missiles on the way and firing at targets invisible to Peter.

The defense was done perfectly - not a single chopper wasted its fire on missiles which went after flares. Their avionics had to be connected into direct all-to-all link network, but it wasn't enough. To ignore missiles going towards you, catch stingers on the tail, choose targets perfectly, and, finally, make it all in time, one had to fly as easily as he breathes, training from the early childhood. These couldn't be foreign mercenaries, and Wasteland Scourge could barely afford their soldiers, let alone even a handful of such pilots; Legion pilots were well known to Peter as losers in races. Symmetriad wasn't involved, this he could tell for sure; Vault-Tec never dared overseas operations - so Aerospace Logistics was here?

He remembered that his fighter-class flying suit was provided by ALC as well, for an upcoming race where he was a part of the joint team. The radio had to have the frequencies. Peter tried to use a few typical callsigns he remembered from ALC guys...