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Die Boerstaat was a apartheid regime, but now it is occupied and subdued. Trials for crimes against humanity should begin soon.

Die Boerstaat - Ventersdorp

The troops of the Fifth Rapid Reaction Force may have been green, inexperienced troops, bolstered only by a handful of veterans who had actually experienced the Nerotikan occupation, but they were still highly-trained members of the Grand Monarchy military. Within twenty-four hours, more than eight thousand men and women had been airlanded in the capital of Die Boerstaat, deployed out of the airport and into the city itself.

As even more troops belonging to the Fifth RRF landed in the massive air transports at the airport and were marshalled into units to be deployed, the initial troops were beginning their occupation duties. Important civic buildings, hastily selected just hours before the pathfinders dropped into Die Boerstaat, were occupied by troops and turned into command posts and bunkers; sandbags were placed in windows and doorways, and machine-guns were placed on them; open areas were turned into emplacements for light artillery pieces and mortars, and smaller buildings were turned into minature fortresses. Finally, blockades were set up, and officers sent to liase with Leafanistan troops already in the capital.

It was through one of these blockades - two Humvees seperated by a collapsible red and white barrier that was raised and lowered by the charcoal-helmeted troops on duty - that a Louane Armoured Car moved, accompanied by two other Louanes and a Champion Main Battle Tank. In the open-topped hatch of the Louane stood the commander of the Fifth RRF and the Boerstaat Occupation Force, Lieutenant-General Wesley Yardsworth.

Yardsworth braced his arms on the roughened edges of the hatch, and nodded at the troops that saluted the Louane as it rumbled past. He looked at the civilians queuing to get past the blockade, and grimaced. A veteran of the Nerotikan occupation, Yardsworth knew that this would not be an easy duty; placed between uncertain allies and a populace that could rise up in armed rebellion any moment, this would be an long and uneasy challenge.

As the Champion and the other escorts rumbled off, moving to escort a convoy of medical supplies that would be coming into the city, Yardsworth's Louane stopped outside one of the requestioned buildings. Shouting his thanks to the commander of the vehicle, Yardsworth jumped down onto the pavement and walked into the building - his Command Post for the duration of the occupation. Before he walked in and officially assumed his duties, Yardsworth took a final look outside. He shook his head and grunted; he wondered what he had done to deserve this...

[Reposted from previous thread]

today UK2 passenger planes went over boerstaat and droped crates of, food,water and medicines for the people of boerstaat, the UK2government will drop off food,water or other things to help and rebuild boerstaat.

Louis Botha walked swiftly into one of the numerous apartment buildings that now served as a Chosan Army barracks. He wore a gold-trimmed uniform with diamonds to fill the spaces gold was absent and had his men refer to him as The Sun God. He motioned for one of his bodyguard to bring him a group of terror-stricken black prisoners and took out his gold-trimmed sword made of diamonds and effortlessly dispatched their heads from the rest of their worthless bodies. "You!" He pointed at one of his generals that was transfixed by the headless black bodies. The general came out his gaze and said, "How may I be of service, sire?" Louis told him he was to lead an attack using the elite Pure-Breed Corps which was mostly made up of former army officals on the left-flank of the DBRA forces. The general quickly bowed and left the room to take commend of his forces. The Sun God then pointed to two more generals and commanded them to lead the mobs in the area of the capital against the cowerdly DBRA forces. Let their blood spill. I will make their worthless souls pay for their presence.

The Skgorrian contingent was the largest body of foreign troops in Die Boerstaat, numbering sixteen divisions of Infantry, Motor-Rifle (mechanised) and Armoured units. In addition, a reinforced Air Army consisting of seven wings of combat aircraft both fixed-wing and rotorary was deployed. Su-47s constantly patrolled the airspace of the Skgorrian sector at high altitude, whilst helicopters circled over at a lower height. Skgorrian troops had set up roadblocks and stopped any and all vehicles leaving or entering the capital, as well as the four ports that fell under Skgorrian jurisdiction. No excuses were accepted for not stopping, and more than one overzealous or panicky soldier had shot up a vehicle that had failed to stop on time. Such incidents were kept to a minimum, but they still happened on a rare basis.

Yet the troops were not just confined to their checkpoints, they also maintained a visible and effective presence on the streets, arresting anyone who did not comply with the orders of the DBRA. Skgorrian forces had also been busy destroying and removing Die Boerstaat weaponry from the armed forces. Thousands of assault rifles, shotguns, pistols, grenades, jeeps, APCs, tanks had been destroyed or removed to secure locations near the capital. Aircraft from the air force had been flown back to Skgorria, and naval units were kept under guard by Skgorrian troops.

The Skgorrians stood ready to begin the trial of the former government, as soon as a few administrative details were worked out. Storm-General Beckenbauer has requested reinforcements from Skgorria, and the results of his request will depend on how the situation develops...

Warehouse after warehouse was loaded with weapons, nearly as soon as they were loaded they were unloaded onto cargo ships heading back to the Red Islands. Vehicles, weapons, paraphernalia, even G.I. glasses were cataloged and loaded. Spoils of War.

SCHECKLER PREPARED FOR TRIAL

Scheckler and his lawyers are prepared for the human rights violations trials which could leave him with a long jail term or even lead to his execution. The volk have decided to make an attempt to free him and in an incident in which a Skgorrian troop was shot in the abdomen they attempted to raid the Skgorrian military base.

300 angry AWB members wearing khaki drove up to a military base, fired on the troops outside, although they didn't gain access and several people were injured before the convoys left and returned to Volksdorp they see it is a way of proving that any Skgorrian troop could be in the wrong place at the wrong time and be killed.

The AWB has not made a public comment and several of the leaders who weren't arrested have become fugitives following the incident.

EXPLOSION IN VOLKSDORP

Yet another bomb, just days after the last, was let off in a bus shelter in Volksdorp, one primarily used by blacks, although nobody was killed two people have shrapnel in their legs and another has lost an eye. It's believed to have been a scaring tactic to stop blacks from voting.

BOMBING ON SCHOOL

The AWB became confused, believing that the Queen of UK2 was visiting and exploded a huge bomb, fearing repercussions the AWB has decided not to hold any more public meetings.

The bomb destroyed 8 of the 11 classrooms in the primary school, killing 102 and wounding 9, as with most AWB casualties the victims were 90% black. An AWB member found by former Secret Service agents and turned into a Skgorrian military base said that they had never realised the true power of the bomb and it was intended only to cause trouble.

Die Boerstaat - Ventersdorp - Grand Monarchy Sector

The occupation of the swathe of land now under the flag of the Grand Monarchy was now in full swing. After a brief discussion between Major-General Yarmouth and the Cabinet - with the King in attendence - via satellite uplink, the Cabinet had agreed with Yarmouth's plans for the continued occupation of Die Boerstaat and the purging of Apartheid elements. As he looked out of the window of his Command Post, once a four-star hotel that had been ransacked and transformed into the nerve-centre for the grandly-named Boerstaat Occupation & Liberation Force, Yarmouth observed the results of this discussion.

As the wind howled past Yarmouth and stung his eyes, he watched another convoy roll past the slab-sided building, the incessant noise clearly audible even far above the street. Dozens of Champion Main Battle Tanks rumbled through the streets, gun barrels gleaming in the weakening sunlight and crewmen resting on the handles of the .50 Calibre Machinegun that was bolted to the turret. Moving his head slightly, Yarmouth saw the rows of Loaune Armoured Cars behind the tanks, and behind them the canvas-sided lorries that carried another company of infantry, engineers and other personnel neccessary for an occupation force.

For several minutes Yarmouth watched the convoy rumbling past, and then ducked back inside as he saw the next convoy come towards him in the distance. Looking inside the conference room that he had requestioned as his personal command centre, he stared at the massive opaque computer-screen that dominated the entire room. On the screen was displayed the entire 'Occupation Zone (Grand Monarchy)', and the forces that were being used to occupy it. He moved towards the board, and watched as several Intelligence Officers moved about it, inputting data and shifting the symbols that symbolised units.

He saw the symbols that represented the Fifth Rapid Reaction Force in the middle of Ventersdorp, and then looked at the rest of the country. Dotted around, many of them clustered around major airports and cities, were symbols that represented the five Infantry Divisions, three Mechanised Divisions and two Armoured Divisions in the Occupation Zone. More troops were scheduled to arrive in the next fourty-eight to seventy-two hours, but for now, more than 80,000 troops were in the country. The majority were engaged in suppressing Apartheid demonstrations, aiding the desegregation of the country, and building fortifications to defend their newly-acquired territory.

Several Special Forces Companies, including the original 108th, were also active in hunting down and eliminating AWB terrorists and destroying their hideouts. Raids were being conducted even as Yarmouth watched the board; in one city, an entire company was being used to pacify a large AWB stronghold, aided by an Armoured Company and supporting infantry. Yarmouth sighed inwardsly; he hated fanatics...

AWB Bombers and Shooters Location Confirmed

Ex- Secret Service agents have pinpointed the location of those who killed 102 children and injured 9 in a school bombing and intended to kill Queen Elizabeth III of United Kingdom2.

They also shot a Skgorrian soldier in the abdomen.

They're hiding at a remote boerplaas in the veld.

President Stephanus Johannes Paulus politely clapped after the Ambassador from the Northern Baltic was done with his speech. He then walked to the podium and thanked the Northern Baltic for the creation of the first school and hospital compound. He sat down after his speech finished and quickly a member of his security detail motioned him to come off stage. "What's the matter?" he whispered softly. The security guard informed Louis Botha that the Chosen Army has started a full scale offence against the foriegn occupation forces in the region. "Dammit! I told him not to make a move without my approval! He is still a part of the NLF and he needs to follow my command." said the President who was furious. "What shall we do, sir?" asked one of the generals in the bunker the President was now in. He pointed towerds a map of the region attack here with the 2nd and 3rd Tank Divisions, our 3rd and 5th infantry divisions will attack here and tell the Freedom Militia to support the Chosen Army's attack on the capital. "Yes sir" said the general. "Oh and one more thing" the President said,"Give the Chosen Army and the Freedom Militia the FIM-43 Redeyes we just got." "Of course, sir!" The general saluted and walked out of the bunker.


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A full-scale assault has been launched upon the location of the suspected bombers. The 6th Armoured Division has sent a batalion of armour and infantry to deal with the problem, and the 16th Air Army has comitted a squadron of Su-25s and another of Mi-28s to provide air support. The gunships are flying ahead to scout the enemy defences and supress them in conjunction with the Su-25s, whilst the armour and infantry have already surrounded the location.

Given the lapse in the defences around the main Skgorrian base, minefields and armour are now being used to supplement the defences around the base. The minefields are clearly marked in conformity with international practice, and anyone attempting to use the safe paths without authorisation will be attacked and take horrendous casualties.

Storm-General Beckenbauer has declared that the AWB is no longer to be tolerated in the Skgorrian zone, and asks that the other commanders in the other zones do the same.
"The AWB is highly detrimental to the success of the upcoming elections, and as such we will be arresting all AWB members and supporters. Law and order will come to Die Boerstaat, that I promise you" - this was an extract from a DBRA statement authorised by Storm-General Beckenbauer and released to the public. The statement also made promises about massive economic prosperity that will come to Die Boerstaat if the nation stabilises, and that violence will only be their downfall. Storm-General Beckenbauer has also expressed interest in meeting the leaders of the AVF.

Given the shooting of 2 soldiers, Skgorrian High Command has issued orders for two more divisions to be sent to aid the DBRA, and that the current Air Army be reinforced to two Air Armies. Meanwhile, Skgorria's special forces of Special Action Unit 209 are roaming through the Skgorrian zone, carrying out attacks on remote AWB and militia bases.

Arrested Bombers

Can we ensure safe extraction, we don't need any more blood spilt, I can understand the death penalty for those responsible for the bombings, directly, but we're expecting more and more explosions.

Let's do the trial

AVF Meeting arranged

The leaders of the Afrikaner Volksfront will happily meet with the occupiers and have said they still have Boer interests in mind, despite the cessation of any violent resistance to the occupation. They want to end the fighting and re- open the nation as a more multi- cultural state, with foreigners being in partial but not total control.


Shooting in Volksdorp

As a former secret service agent, unnamed, left his home today in Volksdorp and a car, containing five masked men, pulled out next to his car, a man stepped out and yelled "Traitor" and fired 7 rounds from a magnum into the car, a further three men got out and shot him 56 more times, the registration plate was taped over and the agent was left dead, slumped in a pool of blood and a pile of bullets.

No-one is falling under specific suspicion although it's believed it was former marksmen and AWB members.

Battle of Volksdorp

420 khaki clad AWB members, some carrying shotguns and pistols, locked arms and carried pepper spray as they marched toward the town hall, they engaged Skgorrian troops, not using pistols, but sprayed pepper spray at them and kicked at the lines of troops.

It's advised by the former government that they don't apply lethal force and use tear gas or police dogs instead, that way there'll probably be no fatalities.

Further bombings

Twelve bombs have been let off, killing 19 and wounding 600, they were exploded on a main road, with one being exploded in a primarily black residential area, to hinder traffic and generally cause inconvenience to the occupiers.

The Freedom Militia man member raised his finger to the sky. "There!" He shouted. The markings on the plane made it clear it was a UK2 goverment relief plane. "Raman!" he shouted. Quickly a rather bulky man began carrying a FIM-43 'Redeye' up the ladder of the destroyed building. He aimed the device at the plane which was now begining to drop food to at least several hundred black refugees while a woman loaded the gun from the back. When she was finished, she told him to fire. He pulled back the trigger and the black refugees that were digging through the supplies the plane had delivered were quickly covered with flaming debre from the relief plane.

Meanwhile the Chosen Army soldiers which were supported by the Freedom Militia were making progress in the capital. On the initial assault, the security forces were stuned at the numbers of the invading resistence force. Quickly they were able to clear a way to the Town Hall where they were able to orginize a strong defence for the well expected counterattack.

The Freedom Militia man member raised his finger to the sky. "There!" He shouted. The markings on the plane made it clear it was a UK2 goverment relief plane. "Raman!" he shouted. Quickly a rather bulky man began carrying a FIM-43 'Redeye' up the ladder of the destroyed building. He aimed the device at the plane which was now begining to drop food to at least several hundred black refugees while a woman loaded the gun from the back. When she was finished, she told him to fire. He pulled back the trigger and the black refugees that were digging through the supplies the plane had delivered were quickly covered with flaming debre from the relief plane.

Meanwhile the Chosen Army soldiers which were supported by the Freedom Militia were making progress in the capital. On the initial assault, the security forces were stuned at the numbers of the invading resistence force. Quickly they were able to clear a way to the Town Hall where they were able to orginize a strong defence for the well expected counterattack.

Earwig Strike Fighters always appeared on the scene rapidly. They were shadowing the flights to ensure terrorist attacks like these didn't happen. Of course once a missile launched there was no defense beyond countermeasures and creative flying.

The Earwigs dropped their airspeed and now aimed down. They let loose 2 500lb bombs on the area and their dual 30mm ADEN cannons came to life. Dozens of heavy explosive shells rained down on the position.

Sgt. Freeman was aboard a Helicopter when he saw the flash in the sky. He found he was still headed toward his destination while the rest of his platoon was flying into combat.

"Lucky Bastards."

The Skgorrian forces had been expecting to deal with low-level combat, fighting insurgencies from street to street, house to house. Now that the enemy was chosing to mount a massive assault using conventional formations, this worked perfectly in favour of the Skgorrians.

At the capital, the Freedom Militia and Chosen Army's drive into the capital would be opposed by eight divisions of Skgorrian troops and the bulk of their air forces. The Skgorrians deployed in a line outside the capital, taking care to place an effective rear-guard to ensure their supplies and rear was secure. Long-range artillery pounded the approaching militia in conjunction high and low-level air strikes whilst the infantry took up defensive positions and began to dig in alongside their armour. It was hoped that the militia would break upon the Skgorrian troops like water upon stone...

Pro- Skgorria march

Pro white march, there was a 3,200 man strong march in support of those who shot down a plane sent by kaffir lovers UK2. White Power was repeatedly chanted and a huge cross lit.

Pro- Skgorria march

Pro white march, there was a 3,200 man strong march in support of those who shot down a plane sent by kaffir lovers UK2. White Power was repeatedly chanted and a huge cross lit.

DBRA police arrived on the scene. FN 303s and massive waterguns were fired into the crowd. Tear gas soon followed. It was now becoming a painfully easy standard practice, bean, wash, gas, beat, and arrest. The police with gas masks went into the crowd and began beating people into submission.

A water cannon put out the cross.

Colonists from all over the Glorious Republic and its colonies began arriving in Die Boerstaat. It was in the intention of the government to dilute the population. Along with forced public schooling, they would convert the children.

Letters went out:

"In accordance with Glorious Republican Law, your children have been chosen to receive free housing, military training, and public education starting at age 4 and ending at age 16. At age 16 they will be discharged with a High School Degree and are ready for admittance into any college or university."

"All parents must register their children. Those over age 4 are to report to their locally assigned base and begin 'booster training'."

"There is no failure to comply."

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Die Boerstaat - Ventersdorp - Northern Perimeter

"RPG! Seven O'Clock High!"

The yell went up from Staff Sergeant Antony Franklin, as they grey-haired veteran crouched behind the ruins of a garden wall. Franklin had seen movement at the top of an apartment building opposite his position, and recognised the snub-nosed weapon for what it was - an RPG Launcher. Even as he shouted the warning, barely heard over the din of the battle going on around him, the enemy soldier swung the Launcher onto his shoulder and pulled the trigger, unleashing the small round.

Franklin swore and ducked behind the wall, praying that it would shield him against the explosion that he expected at any second. As he predicted, the RPG exploded, but fortunately not into the wall, which seemed too flimsy to even stop a grenade. The target of the RPG had been a Louane APC that had been manouvering down the street next to Franklin, and unfortunately for the crew of the thinly-armoured vehicle, the enemy soldier had been spot-on with his weapon. The RPG had hit the Louane just under the topside hatch, hitting the vehicle and tearing a gaping hole in the top and left-hand side. Franklin rolled to his right as the ammunition stored inside the stricken APC began to cook off and explode, and came to a crouching position. He stuck his head over the wall and fired his M-8 Assault Rifle at where the RPG Launcher had been, then ducked back down as rounds ricocheted around him.

Swearing as a piece of flint cut into his cheek and gouged a thin piece of skin away, Franklin ejected the empty clip in his M-8 and reached into his webbing for a new one. Pulling the small, thin magazine out, he slapped it into the receiver and pulled the bolt back, chambering a round. This done, he tapped the shoulder of the man next to him, a skinny Private by the name of Daniel Redcliffe. Redcliffe was the Company Radioman, hefting the heavy PRC-110 radioset that kept Franklin's First Platoon in contact with the rest of his Company and his CO. Pulling the Private close to him, Franklin cupped a hand round his mouth and yelled at Redcliffe, to be heard over the din of automatic fire, grenades and mortar rounds.

"Redcliffe! Get on the horn again and find me those goddamn Champions. Armour jockey's should have been here ten minutes ago, and we need their support!"

Redcliffe nodded, his helmet slipping down, and pulled out the radio headset to begin transmitting. He slipped it on and put his hands over his years, shouting into the microphone to call for support. Franklin grunted and began firing at distant targets, greatful to see the rest of his First Platoon doing the same; even though they had been ambushed by the unknown assailants half an hour ago, suffering more than a dozen casualties, his men had deployed into cover and began firing back at their assailants.

Franklin had just finished another clip and turned to get another, when something heavy fell into his side, knocking him to the ground. He swore in surprise and pushed the form away, grimacing when he saw that it was Redcliffe. Or rather, the remnants of his radioman; a round had hit the young Private in the gap between his helmet and forehead, slamming into his skull and killing him instantly. Franklin pushed the corpse away and snatched at the headset that was dangling from one blood-soaked ear. Crouching behind the wall, rounds whizzing over his head, the Staff Sergeant began calling for Echo Force, the Company of Champion MBTs he had been promised.

A few seconds later he realised that his efforts were in vain; the radioset had been hit by several other bullets, destroying it. Looking around him at the destruction caused by the ambush, Franklin felt the seeds of despair begin to grow inside him; apart from the Louane burning beside him, two more of the APCs had been destroyed, and half a dozen lorries were burning - two on their side after being hit by RPGs. More disheartening to Franklin were the khaki-clad bodies scattered in the street and behind the scan cover of the urban area; before he ducked down again, he counted more than twenty dead, and several more wounded.

Shaking his head, Franklin was just about to countenance calling a withdrawal, when he heard in the distance the familar bark of a 120mm Cannon. Looking behind him, he saw the squat form of a Champion MBT moving up the street, gunbarrel whining as it moved; the tank commander was manning the .50 Calibre machinegun bolted to the turret, chattering away every few seconds. Franklin gave a brief whoop of joy as the tanks moved along the street, demolishing anything that seemed to be giving even the slightest resistance.

Raising a clenched fist and pumping it in the air, he urged the remnants of his two Platoons out of cover and into the advance. They rose as one, moving in paris, covering and firing in turn. Franklin fired his M-8 and grinned savagely, lips pulled back to the gum; he had no idea who these scumbags were, but they'd soon regret mixing with him and his lads - not to mention the Champions and the Apache Gunships that came roaring over the rooftops, miniguns whirring and unleashing Hellfire missiles...

FIGHTING BE THE STAPLE OF OUR CULTURE

" We fought before we had a homeland, we fought while we had a homeland, we lost it and fought, we've lost it again and we'll carry on fighting people".

This is the attitude of many of our people, whites in particular have lived in a culture of horrific violence, with constant conflict affecting daily life, people fight, people don't reason.

In this country if you become upset with somebody you take a knife, a gun or a bloody bazooka and blow them to pieces or butcher them, it's how we all decided it would be. At least 100 people are killed a week in conflicts the outside world, who don't understand our culture and people, would see as extraordinarily minor, usually over upsetting comments, or another such offensive act. In fact our population is only stable because of the number of offspring people have, with an average of 5 for a married couple.

Only 1 in 822 murders ever lead to an arrest and 1 in 2,334 lead to a conviction, which is why if a foreigner walks down a street he'll see someone who's a killer, knows a killer, is going to be murdered or knows someone who was murdered. It's just daily life.

The culture of violence will not end.

BOMBING IN VOLKSDORP

Yet another bomb has been let off in Volksdorp, it was exploded at a small shopping centre, it killed 4 people and wounded 2, it's believed it was intended to kill blacks who use that shop.

As the Skgorrian forces lay dug in their fortifacations, Freedom Militia men moved silently through the night. Within three and a half hours, they were ready. All of a sudden, hundreds of Qassam and Katushya rockets began opening fire on the Skgorrian position. Any attempt at air assaults on the rocket positions was made in vain due to the large number of FIM-43s and At-7s that the FM had in their posession. Hundreds were lost in the first minute of the bombardment. Even a few 120mm M1938 Mortars opened fire on the Skgorrian artillery and armor. A large Freedom Militia force, of at least 30,000 men, was able to attack the enemies rear and despite heavy resistence, destroyed a large number of supplys and captured a good amount of weapons.

Die Boerstaat - Ventersdorp - Town Hall

Who the invaders were, nobody knew. The uniforms and markings were unfamiliar to the troops of the Grand Monarchy that were stationed there, as was the language that could be heard. All that was known, was that there were a large number of them, and that they were well-armed. Within moments of them appearing, the few lightly-armed troops that had been on duty around the large civic building had been gunned down or scattered; vehicles burnt around the building, and bodies were laying around, limbs askew.

Major-General Wesley Yardsworth leaned out from behind the thick armour of a Chambion Main Battle Tank, and used a pair of microbinoculars to zoom in on the pock-marked building. The image wavered as he tried to keep his arms steady, but the bullets that screamed past from the snipers in the building made that extremely difficult; he was forced to rest the binoculars on a piece of steel that jutted out of the tank. He focused the bincoulars, straining to see any other details, but the mysterious attackers seemed to be keeping themselves well concealed.

Grunting, Yardsworth handed the bincoulars back to the Major that stood behind the Champion, and rubbed a hand over his chin, feeling the stubble there rasp over his fingers. Decision taken, he turned to the Major and the other officers that stood or crouched in cover. Yardsworth cleared his throat, pausing for a second; he knew that what he was about to say was going to be very hard for the men and women gathered before him.

"We cannot let the native population see us in a weak position, and this is exactly what this is. We need to retake the Town Hall, and with as little damage as possible. We also need to take a few of these people prisoner, to divine their intentions."

He paused again, swallowing; suddenly his throat seemed dry, and he desperately wished he could grab for the canteen of water at his belt. However, he continued speaking.

"So, here is how we'll do it. The Champion Company here will advance across the town square until they are within a few metres of the entrance to the town hall; they will only use their co-axial and turret-bound machineguns - no main guns are to be fired. Behind the Champions will come the 108th Special Operations Company - around two hundred of them, heavily armed. They will use the Champions as cover, then race for the windows and doors and make entry. They will then subdue all resistance inside and attempt to take prisoners. Is that understood?"

Yardsworth saw the frowns on the faces of many of his officers; he knew that using only machineguns, and stopping metres away from the building would cause many casualties. But the only other option, blowing the building apart, was hardly an option. He turned his face hard, and looked at his officers. "Make it happen, people."

They nodded, and moved off to order the assault to begin. Yardsworth crouched in a doorway and watched as the assault began to take shape. Half an hour later, the Champions started their engines and moved out of cover, Special Forces troopers moving behind them in a half-crouching, half-standing manouvre. The machineguns in the tanks began stuttering, and Yardsworth heard the familiar sound of mortars firing; they would try and spread smoke in front of the building to provide cover, but he knew it would be a long and bloody affair...

As the Champion tanks supported by Champion and the Apache Gunships were clearing the city block by block, an erie silence fell over the city. All of a sudden, dozens of anti-air missiles were fired at the Gunships and they quickly became fireballs of falling debre. The sounds of tank treads were greeted with joy. "Reinforcements are here!" one soldier shouted. How wrong he was. The "reinforcements" turned out to be two NLF Tank companies supported by a battalion of infantry. The Type 55-II and IS-2 Tanks were no match for the Champion tanks, but their numbers quickly overwhelmed them. Turning the once well respected war machine into a death trap for the tank crew. Those not killed by shrapnel were greeted with a shower of bullets. The luckey ones died.

Huge scale storming

Nobody suspected a thing, as 90,000 armed Boers began emerging from everywhere, carrying shotguns, pistols, rifles and various types of assault rifles, as well as formaline and connies crystals (i.e. tear gas) in cannisters and wooden and steel batons, proceeded toward Volksdorp Town Hall, a bomb and bullet resistant tank, carrying fugitive AWB leaders, pushed to the front of the crowd, the building was surrounded on all sides.

The tank broke inside, ripping the wall apart, thousands charged inside, firing guns at any blacks in their way, killing 23 in the process and wounding 8. They pushed over anyone in their way and forced, at gunpoint, the Town Councillor, suspected of co- operating with occupiers, to open the door into the Main Chamber, once inside they took effective control and bound and gagged all non- raiders inside the building. People looked on helpless, they have maintained control and promise full on war if they are challenged.

7 consecutive bombings

Bodies are flying all over Die Boerstaat, seven massive explosions occured, all within 10 minutes of each other, it was in the early morning rush to work. 551 people have been killed, 3 were released in Volksdorp and 4 in other, smaller, towns.

People are screaming and running home, the bombs were a media disaster, the location planning was very poor and of the 551 people, an estimated 200 are white. The AWB has claimed full responsibility, it's not been confirmed any foreign troops have been killed or otherwise harmed, Johannes Scheckler, a distant cousin of the imprisoned former Staat- President, Jacobus Fitzmann, a former explosives technician in the army, Willem DeBoer, a known bomber and AWB hitman, and W.S. Hartzenburgh, a former bomb dealer who sold explosives to the AWB a few weeks prior to the occupation are suspected of planning and executing the bombings.

All that those occupying Volksdorp Town Hall in a show of nationalism said was, " We're happy, good, it'll show these bast*** foreign fuc** that they aren't welcome and it'll be them next, this comment to a television news crew brought on a chant of "AWB".

The low-level gunships and fighter-bombers pulled back after taking signifcant casualties, many squadrons were even wiped out. Storm-General Beckenbauer hoped that his artillery was taking an effect on the enemy, just as the rockets were damaging his troops.
"Third Battalion HQ just went offline!" his aide called, "Rocket attacks along all fronts, and our rear has been sorely pressed. Supplies and equipment have gone missing."
"Damn!" Beckenbauer cursed, "well fine, time for the Special Munitions."
"As ordered," saluted the aide as he began to ring up Air Force Command. Soon Tu-160s, circling high at 30,000 feet, began firing modified Raguda missiles towards the Freedom Militia lines. These missiles then detonated roughly a hundred feet above the Freedom Militia troops, causing no apparent damage. However these missiles were not meant to cause explosive damage, but deliver another type of ordonance - Taub-3. A variant of Tabun, this colourless liquid plunged to the surface and was extremely lethal in even minute doses. The only warning the Freedom Militia would get would be a faintly fruity odour...

The captured oil tanker, Norma was commanded by the able Chosen Army Commander, Lt. Ironsights. After looking through the ships papers, he discovered that the port of Urma was this ships intended destination. He watched as his ship entered the bustling port area. Any minute now he thought. The port authority gave him permission to use Pier D. He had another goal in mind. He slowely turned the ship so it blocked the small entrance to the port and hit the detonator. "Boom!" The results were devastating. Not only was port access blocked by pieces of a tanker that, because of their size, were above the surface of the water, but the once bustling port city had been light on flames. One ship after another was engulfed by the fire and soon this once proud port city stood as a reminder of the conflict that engulfed this small nation.

Thousands more died with each passing minute. Some chose to put themselves out of their misery with a bullet. Those were the lucky ones. Others were to weak to move and died a slow agonizing death. Nearly the entire frontline was dead or dying save for a few battalions in reserve and a few men that retreated to sleep for the night. "They shall pay for this!" shouted General Ulam Fasad, Commander of the Freedom Militia.

Die Boerstaat - Ventersdorp - Northern Perimeter

The bark of the 120mm Cannon echoed through the grim urban street; many of the buildings were ruined, smashed to pieces by artillery fire, missiles or cannon fire, and of those few buildings that had survived relatively unscathed, there did not appear to be a single one that had been unmarked by bullets, artillery fragments and other weapons of war. The state of the street was identical to much of Northern Ventersdorp, and its cause had been the unexpected counter-attack by NLF armour; the seemingly unstoppable flood of tanks that had advanced from the cover of the city edges had overwhelmed the leading units of the Fifth Rapid Raction Force's attack. Although superior to the enemy armour, the Champion MBTs were fewer in number and were cut to pieces; although one Champion might account for one, or even two of the enemy vehicles, eventually they would be overwhelmed by cannon fire.

The tank cannon barked again, sending an armour-piercing shell hurtling through the air. Less than a second later it exploded, the depleted-uranium round cutting through the frontal armour of an IS-2 MBT that had nosed its way around the corner of a shattered apartment building. Even as the unfortunate enemy tank exploded, gouts of flame coming from the turret and gaping hole where the shell had struck, the Champion that had destroyed it was retreating down the street, tracks squealing and grating to horrible effect as it rolled over civilian cars and trucks. Behind the Champion moved the infantry that had accompanied it in its initial advance; First Platoon, 'A' Company, Second Battalion, 15th Infantry Division. Falling back in pairs, one man finding cover, the other firing a short burst before he too fell back, the Platoon moved back, street after street, the lone Champion grinding remorselessly in front of them.

Staff-Sergeant Antony Franklin ducked behind cover, reloading his M-8 Assault Rifle; leaning out, he fired a burst to cover the withdrawal of Lieutenant Jeffrey Higgins, the CO of First Platoon. Higgins ran down the street and threw himself behind Franklin, bullets stitching the asphalt where he had been but a second ago. Picking himself up and checking his own rifle, Higgins slapped Franklin on the shoulder and pointed behind him. Risking a look, Franklin turned and saw that they had reached their objective: one of the vital bridges that went over the river that snaked through Ventersdorp. These bridges would allow the reinforcing Second and Eigth Armoured Divisions to move through Ventersdorp and eliminate the attacking enemy armour; if they were destroyed, the enemy would effectively control much of Northern Ventersdorp.

Franklin nodded and turned back to his cover, raising his hand to the microphone embedded in his helmet and flipping it down. "First Squad! Follow the Lieutenant's orders and find some cover; we're not budging from here until the tankies from the two Armoured Divisions roll through here, cannons blazing."

Flipping the microphone up, Franklin turned to Higgins, face grim. "I hope the airforce is on schedule, or this could be one helluva mess..."

Die Boerstaat - Over Ventersdorp

Franklin needn't have worried. In the airspace above Ventersdorp, engines screaming as their pilots forced every last iota of power out of them, came the Royal Air Force's contribution to eliminating the enemy counter-attack: Three JSF Fighter Squadrons, Three A-10 Warthog Ground Attack Squdrons, and Four F20 Bomber Squadrons. The entire formation, more than two hundred aircraft in total, flew in a diamond formation as they moved rapidly to the threatened sector; the JSF Squadrons flew in front, with the A-10 and F20 Squadrons behind them. Flying several thousand feet above them was the final part of the RAF Strike Force - Twelve 'Wild Weasel' Jamming/Intelligence Aircraft, which would jam the Radar of any AAA unit or enemy aircraft and make the Strike Force difficult to detect, even in the middle of a firefight.

Within moments, the formation was over First Platoon's position, roaring over the cloumns of Chmapion MBTs and Louane APCs that were moving towards the vital bridges. The Joint Strike Fighters moved above the other aircraft, ready to protect their slower bretheren, anfdthe Warthogs and F20s moved in to the attack, cannons hammering and spewing missiles at anything that did not register as having an IFF (Identify - Friend or Foe) Indicator. Explosions rocked the ruined streets and could be heard for miles around, even above the noise of the first Champions that moved across the bridges to begin the Grand Monarchy's final counter-attack...

VOLK LEAVE

90,000 leave Volksdorp Town Hall, the riotous nationalists departed from the hall peacefully, very few injuries had occured, however they hope it'll be remembered forever.

OOC: I told one of my mates about this site and he's coming on as a conservative, but not fascist, German South African state

GERMAN SPEAKERS ALLOW REFUGEE CAMP

German South Africa has allowed 120,000 Boer refugees to relocate to the second city of the country.

OOC: I told one of my mates about this site and he's coming on as a conservative, but not fascist, German South African state

Please use the OOC thread for all OOC comments. It makes the threads easier to follow.

THOUSANDS CROSS BORDER

Thousands of Boers crossed the small border into German West South Africa, where several million whites, blacks and coloureds live, they live in relative peace although the recent sympathy for Die Boerstaat has caused some minor rumblings amongst the blacks of the country.

The captured oil tanker, Norma was commanded by the able Chosen Army Commander, Lt. Ironsights. After looking through the ships papers, he discovered that the port of Urma was this ships intended destination. He watched as his ship entered the bustling port area. Any minute now he thought. The port authority gave him permission to use Pier D. He had another goal in mind. He slowely turned the ship so it blocked the small entrance to the port and hit the detonator. "Boom!" The results were devastating. Not only was port access blocked by pieces of a tanker that, because of their size, were above the surface of the water, but the once bustling port city had been light on flames. One ship after another was engulfed by the fire and soon this once proud port city stood as a reminder of the conflict that engulfed this small nation.

The attack came as a surprise and there wasn't much in the way of firefighting equipment. Mi-8 Hip helicopters were soon dropping fire retardant and various boats and private craft were commandeered by police forces and they were doing the best they could to clear the flames.

Meanwhile on land it was easier to clear the fires. The response was rapid and with the discipline of the 'Crusaders' they were easily able to coordinate and put out the fire.

A frigate was sitting in port and caught alight, and a few sailors were killed when an 5-inch shell detonated. However, the ship's internal fire suppression system worked well. Destroyers and Frigates left port with Marines on board.

The blockade was being raised again, strict screening procedures with explosive detecting dogs and Geiger counters. It would not happen again.

Chosen Army Push

Despite the ferocity of their attack, only armored vehicles seemed to be in combat. No infantry were seen except those who were escaping their flaming vehicles.

The reasoning came soon enough. Soon the clouds began to darken as BM-21 units with smoke rockets began coating the battlefield in smoke. Rain seemed to come from the cloud. It was like a rain of motor oil. The soldiers played with it, perhaps a plane developed a leak. Then something else happened. They couldn't relax their muscles. In the smoke the poisoned fell to the ground while armored vehicles rolled over their bodies. VX was highly effective, as little as 200 micrograms were needed to kill someone by blocking nerves from relaxing.

The tanks formed into a line, thermal imagers came online and machine guns mowed down anyone still standing. Their bodies made a sickening crunch-pop as the tanks crushed them. Night Vision troopers with thick rubber suits and assault rifles began shooting anyone still moving in the smoke.

12 hours after the attack ended, men with large sprayers filled with Pralidoxime began neutralizing the VX. It was still dangerous and barbed wire fences began to appear with signs stating:

"DANGER. TOXIC NERVE GAS."

Written in 3 different languages, along with a skull and crossbones next to a leaking gas tank.

THOUSANDS CROSS BORDER

Thousands of Boers crossed the small border into German West South Africa, where several million whites, blacks and coloureds live, they live in relative peace although the recent sympathy for Die Boerstaat has caused some minor rumblings amongst the blacks of the country.

The border was sealed quickly, and thousands of troops began securing the border. Barbed wire was the most common tool, and helicopters began deploying to ensure the border stays secure.

Diplomatic Message to Das Deutche Sudafrika

DBRA has reason to believe thousands of former Die Boerstaat citizens, and due to police records, we have reason to believe every single one is a suspect in the ongoing murder trials. We wish that you turn over every non Sudafrika citizen to DBRA forces on the border for investigation.

There is no failure to comply

[END]

Thousands of troops poured into the country attempting to secure the country from the growing insurrection. Colonists also moved in by the tens of thousands every month.

The plan was to overwhelm the native population. Meanwhile the reeducation program had begun with little resistance from the natives. They were surprised how easily they folded to the obvious control programs.

Boer refugees prop up Freimann

The dictator of the Nue Dresden region of German SA has requested that Boer refugees help prop him up as blacks riot.

The rioting broke out when a Boer community of 2,000 was established in one of the towns, the Boers, who are immensely wealthy compared to most of the nation's blacks, have purchased Eichmann Farm, a 70 acre farm owned by 40 blacks who bought it together, now most blacks have no property and are rioting. Mr. Freimann requested that at least 4,000 Boers, who're experienced in civilian battle defend their community.

Today news cameras from around the world watched as jeeps, with khaki wearing men carrying rifles and gas masks poured into this rural land. The convoys turned into a small farmhouse where a group of about 60 blacks had gathered and were hissing and booing at the convoys. A well- built, muscular young man jumped off a jeep and said, " Excuse me, you leave now" in poor English. He was told he should leave, in a rather rude way, he raised his rifle and fired 6 shots above the heads of the protesters and jumped back into the jeep.

In another incident two blacks to fired at the convoys, a volley of shots hit a jeep, the AWB fired 62 rounds into the bushes and hit an enemy gunman in the leg.

The convoy progressed to the landmark of the entire nation, the glass tower which represents FREIMANN INDUSTRIES, a worldwide computer corporation, worth $2.3 billion. Inside 50 blacks were making trouble by leaving taps on in toilets and graffiting the walls.

Suddenly a huge crowd had gathered outside, the blacks knew what was coming next, two Boers smashed through the main door with sledgehammers, folllowing them was over 1,000 men.

They fanned out and crowded round the blacks and sprayed them with teargas and and punched them.

The building was back in Freinmann's hands.

THOUSANDS CROSS BORDER

Thousands of Boers crossed the small border into German West South Africa, where several million whites, blacks and coloureds live, they live in relative peace although the recent sympathy for Die Boerstaat has caused some minor rumblings amongst the blacks of the country.

From: Foreign Secretary of the Grand Monarchy
To: Foreign Secretary, Das Deutche Sudafrika

It has been revealed that several thousand citizens of Die Boerstaat have recently entered your country. The Grand Monarchy echoes the demands of Leafanistan is calling for the citizens to be returned immediately. Failure to comply will result in a state of war existing between our two countries.

Official Comminque From The Skgorrian Foreign Ministry

For the attention of the leaders of Das Deutche Sudafrika

We echo the demmands of the Red Islands and the Grand Monarchy. Turn over all citizens of Die Boerstaat or face war.

To show you that we are not bluffing, a further five divisions are en route to the Skgorrian zone of Die Boerstaat, and more will be mobilised if needed.

President Stephanus Johannes Paulus put the remaining items in his suitcase. He would retreat along with almost all the remaining revolutionary forces. He said to one of his bodyguards, "They dealt a huge blow to us, but I vow I will return the favor." They quickly left and put on their Northern Baltic Relief Organization uniforms and took their issued IDs. Save a few appointed USSNB guards, the entire convoy was unarmed. In the back of the convoy were the construction gear and tools. Their destination? The jungles Sudafrika.

Observation aircraft and forward spotter reported the FM troops pulling back and abandoning their lines. Storm-General Beckenbauer was following the progress of the battle from his command vehicle.
"Storm-General Beckenbauer, all units report a comprehensive retreat. Taub-3 has virtually annihilated the FM's positions, leaving only their reserves intact," reported the aide after recieving a radio report.
"Fantastic!" beamed the Skgorrian general, "now let's follow that up. Have 16th Air Army launch strikes on any visible reserves, and order 3 divisions to advance and clean up the mess. They may be retreating, but I'm not letting them get away scot-free. Oh, and move one of our divisions back to help our rearguard secure our sector of the capital."
"As ordered sir," saluted the aide.

Soon, the FM reserves came under extremely heavy air attack from several squadrons of both Tu-160 bombers and lower-flying Su-25s, deploying both dumb and smart munitions. Artillery continued to pound the main line, but switched to bombarding the rear as wave after wave of NBC-equipped infantry advanced, supported by BMP-III APCs and T-95 tanks and mine-sweeping vehicles. Any survivors of the Taub-3 attack were quickly disposed of, and the Skgorrian troops pressed forwards, hoping to catch the reserves off balance. At the same time, the Skgorrian rearguard formed a solid line along their sector of the capital - they would not move into the capital, but instead would engage any hostile forces that emerged. Any surviving Skgorrian forces were under orders to extract themselves.

Skgorrian forces also moved to close the northern border. Any ferries operating from the Die Boerstaat side were scuttled, and bridges were closed with tank-traps and sand bag emplacements. Requests were being made to mine the river-bank, but Beckenbauer had yet to make a decision on that matter. Some of the recent reinforcements from Skgorria were deployed to this area, bringing new vitality to troops on a so-far neglected front.

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DBRA Announcement to the people of Skgorrian Boerstaat

The education system of your previous government was entirely contrary to peace and prosperity, thus we are changing the education system to the Skgorrian system. From ages 3 til 5, your children will study the Skgorrian Basic Curriculum, then from 6 til 11 the Medium, and then from 12-18 the Advanced. Skgorrian teachers will be coming to here to ensure that the subjects are taught properly and help train new teachers, and many new schools will be opening.

Given that a large proportion of your population is overweight, these new schools will also be including Speedball in the curriculum, a delightful and challenging sport that will soon whip your children into shape.

Remember, DBRA is your friend.

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All over Skgorrian Boerstaat, new schools were being built, and while this was happening Skgorrian teachers began to teach in the pre-existing ones. The new curriculum would be introduced instantly, and the Skgorrian teachers were under orders to report any pupils who showed any sign of dissent to the nearest DBRA forces. Any native teachers who did not conform to the new rules were taken away and never seen again.

The convoy had been the third to arrive at its intended location: a former diamond mind deep in the jungles of Sudafrika. The President stepped out of the truck and walked into one of several new command stations being set up. A young recruit saluted and said, "The last of the convoys has crossed the border, sir." "Good" he said aloud while looking at the reactors being moved deep in the mountain to provide power for the base. The President walked into the communications room where a radio operator had finnaly made contact with the remaining forces on the other side of the border. Hundreds of manuals had arrived to teach the new recruits how to fight a war. Most of the new recruits were gathered from the widows and family members of the victems of counter-revolutionary gas attacks. At last, 10 giant crates were unloaded. In them were the last 10 Type 55-II tanks that were buried in the forests to keep from the enemy capturing them. He saw few familiar faces among the survivors, but he did manage to notice a new group carrying suicide vests that joined them at their new command base: the Bloodless Widows.

CITIZENS RETURN

My citizens previously in Das deutche Sudafrika have returned, and normal life returned.

The Skgorrian troops guarding the northern border were suprised at the sudden flood of citizens returning to their sector, but they carried out their orders to the letter. Specialists from the CFSS' Border Guards Directorate, veterans of years of searching potential guerillas and smugglers along Skgorria's borders, would aid the troops in their work.

As the citizens crossed those bridges, they would be confronted by grim-faced Skgorrian troopers in their battle gear, weapons ready, backed up by various vehicles and weapons emplacements behind sand-bags, tank traps and bunkers. This would hopefully be very intimidating to anyone who wanted to cause trouble and ensure the return would all go smoothly.

Every person crossing the bridges that linked the two nations would be subjected to a full search, including the cavities. Vehicles were also searched extensively, troops would rip off dashboards and tear upholstery to ensure that nothing was being hidden in them and sniffer dogs were also employed to detect narcotics. Suitcases, bags, crates, any and all types on containers were opened and searched. There seemed little point in checking for ID, as the Skgorrians didn't know if the previous government operated an ID system for its citizens - an oversight that the DBRA would soon correct when it had the time.

Such an extensive and time-consuming search meant that citizens would take a long time to be processed, and any who broke out of line or got rowdy would be beaten or shot with rubber bullets, then hauled away to a detention camp. Any person carrying weapons, drugs or any other goods was also hauled away. In practice, anyone who aggravated or annoyed the Skgorrians was detained.

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DBRA Announcement To All Citizens In The Skgorrian Zone Of Greater Venterdorp

Greater Ventersdorp is losing relevance to this country, and is such is to be demolished. You are to evacuate this sector immediately, and have 24 hours to comply. DBRA will compensate you for loss of property and possessions if proof of ownership is provided. Simply head to the lines of troops outside of the city for processing. You will be resettled in a more commercially viable and productive area, greatly increasing your personal prosperity and that of the nation as a whole.

DBRA is your friend.

In the middle of the wave of refugees, several suicide bombers set themselves off in front of the DBRA Border Guards. At the same time, small, but effective resistence groups used hit and run tactics to inflict damage to several incoming planes carrying supplies for the DBRA forces and a little over a dozen fighter jets. All of their intended targets were shot down save for one, which was badly damaged, but was able to make an emergency landing on a major road.

CITIZENS RETURN

My citizens previously in Das deutche Sudafrika have returned, and normal life returned.

When they returned they found themselves being escorted into armored buses. Surprising the DBRA forces in the 'Blue Sector' were seemingly friendlier. Then came the punch, the buses weren't going to any city, they weren't stopping except for bathroom breaks.

The buses pulled past several military checkpoints, suspiciously heavily armed. Then soon they pulled into a camp with a large sign that said "Work Brings Happiness."

They were told to change, and that as punishment for attempting to flee, they would work for 1000 hours each then be released. Men, women, children were told all to work in some field.

The camp was roughly octagonal with a lot of guard towers a double electric fence with a concrete wall descending down to the water line. It was a recently reclaimed swamp, so any attempt to dig their way out would find themselves flooded. The guards were armed with FN 303s, those in the towers had machine guns.

GSAPS ARREST 60 IN SCHICKLSBERG

In the town of Schicklsberg 62 Boerstaat sympathisers were arrested this morning at approximately 6.30 a.m., including several escaped AWB leaders previously implicated in bombings.

Outside a house in Schicklsberg, German South Africa, gathered 100 armed officers, two broke in the front door and extracted 62 wanted people, as well as 20 firearms and a series of explosives, they're currently in custody.

The government of German South Africa are wishing to try them in their own nation and are awaiting a Skgorrian response.

TRIALS GO AHEAD

A maxi- trial has been held, trying 62 Die Boerstaat citizens under the general acts of Conspiracy to commit murder, Possession of Stolen Firearms, Possession of Illegal Substances and Materials (137 seperate counts attributed to various members of the 62 arrested) and Collaboration with an outlawed Organisation and Membership of an Outlawed Organisation respective of whether they were members of or collaborators with the AWB, which is an outlawed organisation in German South Africa.

44 of the defendants were given a life sentence, with a parole tarrif of 12 years for involvement.

A further 9 received life sentences, with a parole tarrif of 30 years for numerous bombings and other offences.

The fugitive leader, Ferdi Grobler, and his 2 assistants involved in the bombing of a school resulting in over 100 innocent lives being lost received the death penalty.

Of the remaining 6, 4 were acquitted and 2 received an indefinate life sentence.

They are currently making their way to the Jan Smuts Maximum Security Prison in rural German South Africa.

Most are serving their time in the general prison network although those liable to involve themselves in crimes from the inside are in segregation.

Ferdi Grobler and his assistants are saying their final goodbyes to their families.

3 EXECUTED IN SCHICKLSBERG

Ferid Grobler ate his final meal, of boerwors and a glass of brandy and was taken to the execution chamber, after 32 minutes a needle, containing cyanide, was plunged into his arm and the public viewing ended, 4 minutes and 8 seconds later a prison physician confirmed him dead.

His body is lying at an undisclosed location, it's believed he'll be buried at a family farm.

His primary assistant refused his final meal but guzzled nearly an entire bottle of brandy, he was semi- conscious when brought into the execution chamber, his execution was the slowest, many complained that because of the suffering he brought about he should be fully conscious when he was injected, so after 11 hours tied to a bed he was injected with cyanide and died after a painless 5 seconds.

His funeral was held and his ashes scattered in a lake, at his request.


The last prisoner was brought in smiling, he had eaten a hearty meal, prayed a final time and looked happy, not pale at all, he was executed fully conscious and he died after 2 minutes and 58 seconds of suffering.

His body was cremated and his ashes scattered by his only family, a wife and grandmother.

TRIALS GO AHEAD

A maxi- trial has been held, trying 62 Die Boerstaat citizens under the general acts of Conspiracy to commit murder, Possession of Stolen Firearms, Possession of Illegal Substances and Materials (137 seperate counts attributed to various members of the 62 arrested) and Collaboration with an outlawed Organisation and Membership of an Outlawed Organisation respective of whether they were members of or collaborators with the AWB, which is an outlawed organisation in German South Africa.

44 of the defendants were given a life sentence, with a parole tarrif of 12 years for involvement.

A further 9 received life sentences, with a parole tarrif of 30 years for numerous bombings and other offences.

The fugitive leader, Ferdi Grobler, and his 2 assistants involved in the bombing of a school resulting in over 100 innocent lives being lost received the death penalty.

Of the remaining 6, 4 were acquitted and 2 received an indefinate life sentence.

They are currently making their way to the Jan Smuts Maximum Security Prison in rural German South Africa.

Most are serving their time in the general prison network although those liable to involve themselves in crimes from the inside are in segregation.

Ferdi Grobler and his assistants are saying their final goodbyes to their families.

Official Statement of the Foreign Secretary of the Grand Monarchy

The Grand Monarchy does not recognise the legitimacy of your government or its juridstiction over the citizens of Die Boerstaat. Either all citizens of Die Boerstaat are returned to the Allied Occupation Zones within twelve hours, or your country will be invaded and occupied by the Grand Monarchy and its allies.

PRISONERS RELOCATED

We'll relocate our prisoners however we refuse to aid in the occupation of human beings by animal supporters.

The prisoners were handed over to Leafanistan's forces at the border and the trucks returned.

PRISONERS RELOCATED

We'll relocate our prisoners however we refuse to aid in the occupation of human beings by animal supporters.

The prisoners were handed over to Leafanistan's forces at the border and the trucks returned.

Official Statement of the Foreign Secretary of the Grand Monarchy

Your concerns have been noted, and then discarded; the Grand Monarchy cares little for your foilibles. Should you continue this wise policy of non-interference, your country will be left in peace. Try and intervene again, however, and your nation will become the next colony of the Grand Monarchy.

It worked exactly as planned. At exactly 3:40 in the morning, squads of 20 moved into position and at 3:45, the C4 was in place. At exactly 3:50, C4 was responcible for the explosion of every sub-station in the Greater Ventersdrop area. The entire region was in a blackout. The resistence took advantage of this. At 4:10, they hit the main airport being used by Occupation Forces to carry supplies in to the ground troops. They were mostly armed with SKS Carbines, but Ak-47s and dozens of RPG-7s and RPG-29s were seen. Everything that was not destroyed, was taken.

STAAT- PRESIDENT HAS HEART ATTACK

Die Staat- President of Die Boerstaat has had heart attack and is recovering in hospital, his lawyers are requesting that the threat of the death penalty be removed because this is putting a strain on his heart.

Du Pleisses publically said, " He's a Chrisitian man, who loves his volk, he doesn't deserve death, we're all praying for him and Gertrude, his wife, and his children, his brothers, his sisters, his father and his grandchildren."

STAAT- PRESIDENT HAS HEART ATTACK

Die Staat- President of Die Boerstaat has had heart attack and is recovering in hospital, his lawyers are requesting that the threat of the death penalty be removed because this is putting a strain on his heart.

Du Pleisses publically said, " He's a Chrisitian man, who loves his volk, he doesn't deserve death, we're all praying for him and Gertrude, his wife, and his children, his brothers, his sisters, his father and his grandchildren."

Official Statement of the Foreign Secretary of the Grand Monarchy

The Grand Monarchy could care less about this pathetic, broken creature. He will be put on trial, found guilty, and executed for crimes against humanity in due course. Let him have a few last days in constant pain to contemplate his actions, and the remains of his nation.

SHOOTING OF HIMMLER

A prominent member of the AWB and known hitman, it's believed that the AWB uses around 600 ex- marksmen and ex- explosives experts to perform specific murders, it's believed he was involved in at least 6 murders in the last several month.

He was also an orchestrator of the murder of several thousand black school children. He was intending to hand himself in when a black man, wearing a balaclava shot him twice with a pistol, he's currently recovering in hospital.

At a checkpoint on the northern border, the first of the suicide bombers killed 8 Skgorrians and destroyed several light vehicles. A further 14 troops were rushed off to a nearby field hospital, and rudimentary medical aid was being given to any injured civillians. Another attack left 3 troops dead and 9 wounded before new proceedures were adopted:

- no civillian was allowed to advance beyond a hundred metres in front of the Skgorrian checkpoints until ordered, and any who did so would be fired on. The line would be clearly marked with a suitable marker - bright paint was the usual choice. These rules were written on signs placed at regular intervals
- to advance closer, the citizens had to strip down to their underwear and place all clothes in storage bins provided on the line. Only a few citizens would advance at a time, to prevent a bomber hiding in a crowd. No other items could be brought beyond the line, including any goods or bags that the returning citizens had brought with them. Any citizen who broke any of these rules was given an audible warning, and if they did not comply they would be fired on.
- signs were placed on the other side of the bridge, stating that no vehicles would be allowed back into Skgorrian Boerstaat. Any vehicles that did try to come along the bridge were told to pull back and turn around. If they did not, they would be fired on.

It was hoped that this would decrease attacks along the northern border and stop any potential flow of weapons to dissidents in the Skgorrian zone.

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DBRA Announcement

Citizens of Skgorrian Boerstaat,

DBRA hereby announces that your northern border with German South Africa is to be closed, pending the return of the last of your citizens. You do not need their malicious influence, heed instead our words and let us lead you to greatness.

DBRA is your friend

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"Greater Ventersdorp's power is out, Storm-General"
"Just as well we decided to abandon that useless hole of a city, we've already told the people to leave there and if they suffer, its their own silly fault."
"We've also had several attacks on aircraft, mainly transport craft but also some of our fighters. I've ordered Transport Command to only make high-fly runs and paradrop supplies, only landing when necessary. This should cut our losses. In addition, our main airport was raided. Several thousand rounds of ammunition were taken, in addition to assorted small arms and shoulder-launched rockets."
"Diversify our landings, spread our areas out so the enemy will have to hit multiple centres in order to sto our flow of supplies. Might as well close the ports except for Skgorrian shipping."
"As ordered, sir."

Thousands of citizens were undergoing Skgorrification, and resistance was lessening. Storm-General Beckenbauer was happy

OOC: glorified bump

An enormous peace rally was started at around 6:00 am right in front of the Parliment in the Skgorria sector of the capital. Instead of being angered by the forming human chain to block traffic, many citzens going to work decided to join the rally and soon thousands of men and women engaged in this peaceful rally against the occupying forces.

In the middle of the night, a small sewer repair crew entered the pipes under the courthouse where the trials against humanity were taking place. After about 15 minutes of "repairing" the pipes, the repair crew quickly drove off. Thirty minutes later, an explosion caused the entire block where the courthouse once stood to collapse. Investigators later found the bodies of the real sewer repair crew floating down a river half a mile from the courthouse.

No, resistance isn't stopping, I tell you what my people do, and they hate kaffir lovers full- stop.

No, resistance isn't stopping, I tell you what my people do, and they hate kaffir lovers full- stop.

OOC: Then perhaps you should be posting their resistance, and stop forcing us to imagine it ourselves? No posts from you seems to indicate your population has given up to some extent.

At 8:00 am, several hundred armed gunmen came from both the sewers and the rooftop into the Goverment Agency for Telecommunications. Several hostages were shot, but the majority were kept intact. After the building was secured, the video tape was put in and on all the stations in the country, it broadcasted the same thing on loop: "People of this fine nation. To long have we lived divided by race and other small differences. We as a people face one threat and one threat alone: the DBRA. It is today I ask for men and women of all races to join together in this fight against the imperialists whos only goal is to explote our resources. It is this day that I ask to put an end to this injustice. Thousands of our own have been gased, beaten, and massacured. Here is a short video of DBRA forces bombing a hospital. We cannot allow this to continue. So for the future of this country, join your brothers and sisters in arms against the only true enemy: the murderers of the DBRA." The gunmen waited for the Police to come. They were ready.

DBPS Chief Hands over documentation of Smutsdaal massacre.

The former Chief of the Die Boerstaat Police Service today gave over information relating to the murder of the secret concentration camps of Smutsdaal in which 30,000 blacks are imprisoned, the gas chambers and experimentation rooms have lead to the deaths of 3,500 people in the past few months. Camp Commandant Felix De Boer and two experimentation physiciains, Dr. Piet Calmet and Dr. Jan Schreiber, are hiding in a house in Volksdorp. The initiator of the programs Staat- President Scheckler has yet to comment on the concetratin camp.

DBRA Announcement

Unless all resistance ceases within the next 2 hours, extreme measures will be taken.

That is all

A Skigorrian convoy moved slowely through the abandoned streets of one of the suberbs of the Capital. A roadside bomb hit the first truck in the convoy. This was when the insurgents opened fire with SKS Carbines, Ak-47s, and RPG-7 and 29's.

"What the hell was a convoy doing in that dump?" raged Beckenbauer after reading the latest reports. "I gave orders for no-one to go in there, civillian or military."
"We're not sure Storm-General," swallowed his 2iC, "I'll have the CO brought up on charges."
"Do so," nodded the Storm-General, his fury temporarily subsiding to be replaced by a cool calm. "We warned them, now we show them we mean business. Are our forces in position?"
"Affirmative, ready to move as you say. Our troops are located in concentrations no less than battalion-level, all Skgorrian and other foreign nationals have been pulled back to our bases, and aircraft are in the air."
"Then send it."

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DBRA Announcment To Citizens In The Skgorrian Zone

We have tried reason and education to calm you and bring peace, but it seems that there are those amongst you that would prefer disorder.

By order of the DBRA, Operation Feudalism begins:

All forms of electricity are now illegal
All power plants are to be destroyed
All mobile phones are to be destroyed
All automobiles are to be destoryed
All telephones and telephone lines are to be destroyed
All other items that use electricity in their operation are to be destroyed
All currency is to be destroyed
All borders are closed
All ships and aircraft are to be destroyed
All trains and rail track are to be destroyed
All firearms are to be destroyed
All structures above two stories high are to be destroyed
All printing presses are to be destroyed
All battery-powered items and batteries are to be destroyed
All steam-powered equipment is to be destroyed
All explosives are to be destroyed
All forms of fertiliser are to be destroyed
All artitificial irrigation systems are to be destroyed

Skgorrian troops are cleared to use lethal force to ensure these measures are met.

Any resistance to any of these measure will result in more punitive measures being taken.

This will remain in effect until you have proven yourselves to be obedient.

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This was sent through the usual channels, and was even read out by Skgorrian forces as they rode into towns and villages. They carried out their orders efficently and effectively as they began to systematically destroy the infrastructure of the Skgorrian zone. Aircraft would provide advance warning of any massed rebel attacks, and the orders for the troops to be in no greater strength than batallion-level would hopefully prove a deterance against attack.

In the main airbase, the Die Boerstaat government members were tied up and had bags placed over their heads. They were then led onto a Skgorrian military aircraft and flown to Skgorria. The legal team remained in custody, unaware of the move.

At least 1,000 people formed a human chain in front of the country's prized technology center to provent Skogorrian troops from destroying the multi-billion doller structure. They shouted slogans calling for peace and an end to the occupation. People of nearly every different ethnicity attended the rally and finnaly there was a sense of unity within the community.

Outside of the port city of Hightower, the river barge moved slowely with its precious cargo. It had just recived the order via radio on all technology being destroyed. The crew knew what they must do. They pointed its bow towerds the DBRA Naval Yard and pushed the speed to its limits. Exactly one minute later, a dirty bomb at the bottom of the ships hull exploded. The bomb contained a large amount of caesium-137 and TNT. Weighing at about 1.2 tons, it was carefully hidden at the bottom of the ship under the timber it was carrying.

The troops held their ground in front of the technology centre, they had no reason to move quickly as it was totally surrounded by Skgorrians. Their commander contacted Beckenbauer for orders.

At the HQ, the Storm-General had just learned of the dirty bomb.
"And our casualties?" he asked.
"None from the blast," reported the 2iC, "and there seems to be less fallout then expected. Preliminary reports indicate that the bomb was hidden at the bottom of the ship."
"So the cargo on top, in addition to the hull, would have absorbed a large ammount of the blast," Beckenbauer mused, "but still some fallout?"
"Yes, thankfully our troops were able to get NBC gear on quickly so only a few casualties there. The populace is being moved to shelters as we..."
"Stop it," interrupted Beckenbauer, "I think it's time we dropped the act and stopped being something we're not. We've tried reason, we've tried force: there is no hope for these people, therefore they must be removed."
"I'll send the orders," saluted the 2iC.

At the technology centre, the protestors would note that after a few shouted orders, the troops would cock their rifles and engines would be started. Then the shooting started, everything from infantry arms to the main guns of tanks were trained and fired on protestors with the intent to kill. When all of the crowd had fallen, they would advance and make sure the crowd were dead by use of bullet, bayonet and grenade.

Over all major population centres, including the port just hit by the rebels, aircaft began dropping chemical and biological weapons. Skgorrian troops had already been alerted and donned their NBC gear, or rushed into NBC-proof vehicles such as their BMP-III APCs. Toxins were also pumped into the water supply, and preparations were being made to send in a wave of aircraft armed with anti-crop chemicals.

When the biochems had landed, the troops would move in and shoot all Die Boerstaat citizens on sight. Urban settlements would be ringed with artillery, troops and tanks, then the circle would tighten. They would hunt the inhabitants of this country down and wipe them out, no mercy would be shown. Anyone who revealed themselves to any Skgorrian forces would be killed.

In the main base, the legal team was disturbed by the entry of a squad of soldiers. This squad proceeded to shoot the legal team with a burst of automatic fire, then finished off with a shot to the back of the head.

In Skgorria, the former members of the Die Boerstaat government were led into a small airtight chamber. Soon the hiss of gas could be heard, and they would meet the fate of many under their regime. The bodies were then burned.

The first IS-2 rolled out of the mine turned into a tank production facility. Although the tanks were put together by hand, the process was rather effective and eliminated the need for smokestacks. The same process had been applied to the production of weapons. However, the production of ammo, save for Qassam and RPG-7 and 29 rockets, were done by machines placed deep within the mine. The rooms the ammo machines were put in were soundproofed to eliminate the noise produced by them.

At the same time, hundreds of attilary began to open fire on DBRA border posts in responce to the recent attacks on civilins. Due to the sheer cruelty of DBRA forces and the recent lifting of the ban on blacks, the revolutionary forces were enjoying record volunteer numbers. Hundreds of revolutionary forces stood ready with FIM-92A 'Stinger' Missiles and AT-7 'Saxhorns' waiting for the aircraft that were bound to arrive. Dozens of anti-shipping missiles stood ready in case the DBRA would attempt to use ships to cross the river, support the ground troops, or simply patrol the river. Behind the main line of defence stood a second line of defence with Qassam rockets set up and some IS-2 and Type 59-II tanks were put into ditches served as turrets. Squads of revolutionaries patrolled the area between the frontline and the river bank with radios sending updates to their superiors on an hourly basis.

As soon as the first artillery rounds landed amongst the border positions, contingency plans swung into effect. Skgorrian engineers had been placing charges on the bridges ever since the last of the refugees had crossed, and now those munitions were detonated. Any explosives that failed to go off or undestroyed bridges were reported, and those mistakes were corrected by airstrikes or artillery, meaning that there were now no land bridges that spanned the river.

This was all conducted admist chaos however, as many of the border positions were unprepared for such an attack. In one section, a forward fuel depot was hit several times and exploded, practically wiping out a logistics batallion. Men and women ran in panic towards their shelters and trenches, bracing for the worst. Several T-95 tanks were also knocked out, but this did this did not severely compromise the Skgorrian's tank force, as it was largely being kept in reserve for a quick and rapid response. Thousands of artillery pieces fired back at the rebels as counter-battery fire was being plotted. To prevent losses from rebel counter-battery fire, BM-30 MLRS units would rotate between pre-planned positions after each salvo. Tunguska-AA vehicles provided cover against air assualt - even though the rebels had not shown any ability to strike from the air, Beckenbuer didn't want to take any chances.

If any rebels tried crossing the river, they would first have to contend with the mines laid in the water to prevent any sizeable boats, ships, or even amphibious tanks crossing. Afterwards, they would be on an open killing ground, also liberally mined and seeded with sharp caltraps. The rebels would be able to see this as the soil and sand still looked disturbed from when the Skgorrian engineers had dug up the ground and buried various munitions there. Even before they reached the beach, they would be fired upon from troops in bunkers and trenches, and attackers would have to cut their way through various nasty types of wire to reach this first line. Further lines of defence were situated behind, and mobile columns of T-95s stood ready to counter any beachhead. Godhammer cannons were also being moved up.

But the Skgorrians would not totally remain on the defensive. Remembering how low-level missiles had cost the fighters and gunships so dearly in the battle outside of the capital, air strikes were being called in from stand-off and high altitude positions. From as far away as 185 miles, and from as high up as 40,000 feet, missiles and bombs were aimed and released at the rebel positions.

Another assault was being launched, but one of propaganda: loudspeakers were being set up that blared the screams and wails of the dying and suffering as the Skgorrians went about their bloody work. These same broadcasts were also being sent over the radio waves towards the rebels. The broadcasts also stated the following:
"If you and your leadership lay down your arms and surrender, then the killing will stop. Every minute that passes means another few hundred deaths. You can stop this now."

The killing continued apace in the Skgorrian zone, it was estimated that most of the major urban centres had now been exterminated, and now the troops were moving towards smaller towns and larger villages.

Despite the near constent bombing, several high-altitude radar positions were set up and camoflagued. A defence grid of SA-5's and SA-300's to ensure protection against both high-flying aircraft and missiles. Mobile SA-6's patrolled the rest of the area. Three squadrons of MFI-9B's took off to attack the attilary positions and two more to attack several airfields. They were timed to reach their targets right in the middle of breakfast. An attempt to ambush the convoy supplying the base with more food is nearly finished being set up.

While all tall buildings were destroyed, people now began to build downwards and soon huge underground shopping centers were established in the towns whos population hadn't all died. The very last members of the Chosen Army was in one of these shopping centers. They heard DBRA forces were approching and they struggled to construct defences to hold them off.

"Biplanes?" puzzled the radar operator.
"Must be," mused his senior, "profile and speed suggests so."
"I'll get on the horn to AA Def"

Swarms of AA fire swept up to meet the biplanes. As they neared and crossed the river, they would be met by shoulder-launched rockets and large-calibre machine guns, then as they penetrated further they would be engaged by Tunguska and various SA-model AA batteries. Those attacking the airfields would have to travel deep into the zone, away from friendly AA cover. Here they would continue to be attacked by tracked AA vehicles, as well as Ka-50 and Mi-28 gunships. A few Su-47s would make a pass, but they would be ineffective at making a direct attack and engaging in a dogfight as the jet engines would stall.

The urban centre with the Chosen Army was the largest one remaining, and whilst the structures were underground, that would not keep them safe. Tanks and artillery pounded the exits whilst aircraft would launch bunker-busting missiles at the underground centres - anything built that quickly underground would not be very stable, and thus the Skgorrians hoped to collapse them.

Broadcasts and loudspeakers announced to the rebels that only half of the zone's population was left.

A dozen or so aircraft were lost in the inital anti-air fire. Anti-air missiles were ineffective because of the low heat signiture the planes gave off. Although several more planes were lost from ground fire, they still headed on course. The MFI-9B's dropped below radar. Although this put them closer to ground fire, it also eliminated the ability for the radar to track their paths. This was especily important when the two groups split over the forest land a few miles ahead. The gunships would be attempted to be taken care of by rebels hidden in the forest regions with anti-air missiles. The same applied to the pursuing AA vehicles, however the rebels involved in the ambushes were instead armed with RPK-74s, Ak-47s, SVDs, and AT-7s. Mines were also placed on several roads in the area and roadside bombs were also set down hidden in the forest brush.

Meanwhile, what was left of the Chosen Army moved through underground passages as the ones they left behind them collapsed. They set up huge explosive mines ahead in hopes to disable some of the enemy tanks, but at this point they were just concerned with their survival. They hoped the counterattack forming at the other part of town with dozens of anti-air missiles and anti-tank missiles could give them time to at least regroup and possibly escape.

Several aircraft would able to drop below the range of the SA-11 units, but this would only take them closer to the Tunguska's guns. Rated at a minimum engagement altitude of 0 metres, this would put any aircaft closer to guns that fired 4,800 30mm shells per minute. The AA commanders compensated for the lack of radar cover against the aircraft by tracking them with their individual vehicle radars and the MK1 Eyeball.

No AA vehicles made any attempt to pursue the planes, as it would be rather foolish to race after any aircraft in a slower vehicle. However, the rebel ambushes would encounter reinforcements moving to the front, including 5th SS Panzer "Zionbane". 7 Ka-50s met a grizzly end at the hands of portable rebel missiles, but a standby Tu-22M bomber group responded to the distress calls of the distressed pilots with napalm strikes.

Storm-General Beckenbauer was bored.
"Balls to this," he declared, "are the Godhammers in position?"
"Aye sir," came the reply, "all guns signal ready. Are you sure sir?"
"I was there when they were first deployed young man," snarled the older Storm-General Beckenbauer, "so stop you whining, and fire those damned guns!"
"As ordered, Storm-General," saluted the aide.

The orders were passed through, and hell came to the rebels across the river as the Godhammers fired. Each one fired fired 27KT atomic shells at the enemy, the first one being deep behind the lines, the second one closer, and the last one aiming so that the extreme edge of the blast wave would catch the secondary defense line of the river, and possibly the first one. A huge cloud of atomic fire erupted all over the rebel positions, and the Skgorrians thanked their lucky stars they had their NBC gear on.

At the underground shopping centre, no moves were made to enter the complex. Instead, constant supressing fire and bunker-busting missiles were fired at the complex. It was surrounded by a ring of troops and weapons, there was no escape.

The first explosion hit a few cruise missile launch sites and completly destroyed a small town, but besides that no major damage had been caused. The second explosion hit several tank production centers and destroyed several ammo dumps. The last one completly destroyed a large portion of the center line and left a gigantic crater in its wake. Hundreds of resistence fighters died from the initial explosion and thousands more from injuries substaned from it. Emergency hospitals were set up inside several of the mines for the wounded. The only good news was that the Type-95 203mm Self-propelled guns and the KH-55 cruise missiles had arrived.

The orders were given and over 150 cruise missiles along with thousands of Qassam rockets were launched at the Godhammers and enemy positions across the river in hopes of them being destroyed.

Meanwhile the frontline was recontructed further back and more tanks, machine guns, and attilery were set up to protect and fortify it. New tunnels were dug and bunk beds were set up in them. Positions were dug where the Type-95 Self-propelled guns could be placed.

Pathfinder Battalion 240, Skgorrian-Occupied Die Boerstadt:

As the helicopter came in to land, Lutwins grimaced as he surveyed the devastation below him. The Skgorrians had levelled almost every dwelling, and the air stank of death even at a thousand feet. Gas had killed and petrified the trees in most places, while craters moonscaped the terrain.

He didn't envy the men and women of 1 Corps, First Army, Army Group A.

Over to his right, and up, he could just see the transports disgorging their paratroopers into the void. Already Operation: Secure was moving into its second stage.

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Putting thoughts of the details out of his mind, he landed his bird as smoothly as he'd flown it all the way from Atopiana. Over in the treeline he could see the special forces Pathfinders running towards him, their recon complete.

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Pathfinder Battalion 240, Skgorrian-Occupied Die Boerstadt:

As the helicopter came in to land, Lutwins grimaced as he surveyed the devastation below him. The Skgorrians had levelled almost every dwelling, and the air stank of death even at a thousand feet. Gas had killed and petrified the trees in most places, while craters moonscaped the terrain.

He didn't envy the men and women of 1 Corps, First Army, Army Group A.

Over to his right, and up, he could just see the transports disgorging their paratroopers into the void. Already Operation: Secure was moving into its second stage.

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Putting thoughts of the details out of his mind, he landed his bird as smoothly as he'd flown it all the way from Atopiana. Over in the treeline he could see the special forces Pathfinders running towards him, their recon complete.

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DBRA jeeps drove up to those landing along with dozens of trucks following them. They were there to take care of their allied forces landing.

A private ran up to the highest ranking officer he could find with a radio phone to communicate with DBRA authorities. The private also stared quizzically at the scene of soldiers running about like crazy in a green zone.

"Why don't you like use an airport?"

Captain Luganova finished barking orders down her radio, then turned to the soldier. Looking at him as though he'd just crawled out of the primordial slime, she snapped "Practice, of course. Who are you?"

Meanwhile, at the only airport capable of taking the vast Antonov transports which carried the first tanks of 1 Corps, the armour was arriving. Columns of T-80Ms began moving from the airport to the front line.

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At the same time, special forces of the 3rd Regiment, having arrived earlier, began a sweep through one of the few remaining inhabited areas. Having located several suspicious individuals, they took appropriate action.

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"What do you mean only one gun fired?" ranted the Storm-General.
"I...I don't know sir, orders must have been confused somehow. The enemy counter-battery fire has knocked out all of our Godhammers, and they are pulling back."
"Well do something about it!"
"I could order an assualt to be made across the river sir, there is a *very* large hole in their defences..."
"No! They must be made to pay! Call in Operation Radiation Shield, that'll sort them."
"Sir! Is that wise?"
"Through my will it is wise! I am in charge here and you will do as ordered."

In the airspace above Die Boerstaat, the bombers of 12th Annihilation wing split into two groups and approached their firing point, over a thousand miles away from the front lines. The 64 bombers each fired 6 Kh-55 cruise missiles containing a nuclear paylod, each of which were targeted to blanket the enemy lines in nuclear fire.

In Skgorria, 4th Rocket Army fired their missiles. 1,000 SS-27s rockets were heading for the rebel zone, and would utterly decimate it.

Within her command vehicle, General-Major Brand swore.

"Those Skgorrians are insane! Mass strategic nuclear assault? It's ... I have no words to describe it. Send out the word, get everyone suited up and protected as fast as possible."
"Yes ma'am."

The 56,000 strong Ku Klux Klan of Die Boerstaat, with the leading branch being the Boer White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan, having around 22,000 members, agreed for each of the 100 or so factions to stop disputing and to join together and light a 60 foot cross in the grassy land near to the city of Volksdorp.

30,000 people, mostly armed with small arms such as sawn- off shotguns and molotov cocktails, heard Frederique Theron, Imperial Wizard of the BWKKKK, make a 40 minute speech on the future of the volk. Unlike in the past when hoods weren't generally worn until the cross was light 95% of the supporters had their mask down, one member told a news crew, "In the past we were open about our membership but with black rule on the horizon we'll have to go underground, I fear if someone sees my face or my wife's face we'll be killed".

Amazing grace was played on the bagpipes and 300 crosses assembled in this 500 acre plot of land, the torches were lit, one by one, and the Klan were blessed as the light shone down on them.

After the ceremony the people left the crosses up, and alight, it was an amazing site, 200 huge crosses and a sea of white robes standing by.

Klan Membership Soars

In just 3 weeks following the massive cross lighting ceremony an additional 2,000 people have joined up, they're engaging in terrorising the blacks of the country and one man, a black man who lived in the white suburbs of Volksdorp, was killed when a 5 foot cross was lit on his lawn and then 40 or so Klansmen fired hundreds of rounds from Uzis, various types of shotgun and revolvers into his windows, killing him. As well 300 homes have experienced 'Klan terror' in the form of shooting through windows, lighting crosses on the lawn and bombings of unoccupied, cars, sheds and even entire homes.

Blacks are being forced to go into hiding. In a speech to 500 Klansmen Theron said, "This is what we wanted, and now we have it, no more will they threaten us and our lifestyle".

Announcement from Marshal Putin, Commander-in-Chief of First Army Group:

In response to the brutal behaviour of Klansmen in Die Boerstadt, I have authorised the First Army to assault the KKK wherever they can be found. Cowards and terrorists will wither before the might of a professional army.

Despite this, Second and Third Armies will remain within Skgorrian occupied DB to ensure the destruction of local militias.

Ku Klux Klan Press Release

Frederique Theron has said, " Our interests are the volk's interests, what's the harm in lighting a cross and celebrating our culture? It's a ritual in rememberance of everyone who's died. I personally lost two of my six brothers in seperate gun- fights with blacks, four of my cousins in a riot which turned violent and was myself stabbed in a fight with a black, so we have a right to remember the thousands of us who've died. I don't know a single Boer who hasn't lost somebody or other in this conflict, and it's still happening, just last week a close friend, by the name of Alwyn Uys, was lost in a shoot- out between our Klan group and a group of blacks. No- one is losing people at the rate we are, we have a right to be a little upset!!!".

AWB members storm ANC HQ in Volksdorp

Thirty two explosives happened in quick succession and killed four hundred and seven ANC members at their Volksdorp HQ, several AWB members have claimed responsibility and gone into hiding. Willem Van Cortlandt, Piet Sutphen, Piet Van Vechet, Joseph De Graff, Rudolph Vibbard and Jan Beauvais have claimed responsibility in a video sent anonymously to the Die Boerstaat News Agency.

AWB gas attack

A mixture of formalin and condy's crystals, a home- made version of teargas, was deployed in Volksdorp town square, the aim was to disrupt the planned Peace and Equality March organised by the racial traitors of Die Boerstaat. It succeeded and the crowd of 3,000 couldn't access the town square.

As they ran away a volley of shots were fired into the crowd by KKK members, killing two people, it was the first joint AWB and KKK offensive. There was celebrations at a Klan meeting in rural Volksdorp later that evening.

PROTEST MASSACRE

The Peace and Equality Union of Die Boerstaat held a massive meeting in central Volksdorp and it went ahead unabated for over 2 hours, just before the end a helicopter flew overhead with two khaki- clad men hanging out, one holding a rocket launcher and the other loading a gattling gun, they fired 1,000s of rounds into the crowd of 8,000, and 9 explosives were fired into the crowd. Over 1,000 people were killed and at least 6,000 injured.

AWB membership has dropped following the incident, to only 10,000, because of fears that occupiers will come down hard on members. However 10,000 dedicated members, capable of shooting, bombing and other acts of war, is worth a million times more than 100,000 wishy- washy, lapsed members.

Fire in the Night

There stood 40 proud men, all in their robes, hoods and with a Boerstaat flag, a Confederate flag (to honour their brothers around the world who've fought the same battle as them) and an AWB flag were all draped over a podium.

Theron said, " There's nothing greater than being able to go from good to better and that's what we have done my brothers, we were a small organisation, we're projecting membership of over 100,000 men by the end of this month, we must forget our disputes and quarells and fight to preserve our nation and people. No- one else will fight this war for us, only we care enough. They've taken our land and murdered our friends and our relatives, all we have left is our guns and the greatest culture in the world to fight for."

He stood down and slowly walked toward his deputy and light his torch, he then lit the other 38 torches of his other regional leaders and then the cross was lit, 'Amazing Grace' could be heard all over that veld.

They allowed Jesus' light to enter their souls and bless them, a wonderous thing then occured, Theron revealed his master- plan, a stone monument, remembering all of the members of the Klan who have died in this conflict was erected in the veld. One by one the 40 men paid their respects to their fallen Klansmen. Wreaths were laid and severl bible passages read.

Slowly people began appearing in the night and watching them show their love for those who've died. It brought many of the local women to tears, people went home and silently returned in their robes and stood, arms outstretched and allowed the light to enter them. A real and true sense of Christian love, community and just a beautiful scene for those in heaven above us who died painfully in this war to see they aren't forgotten.

The cross was still alight by the next morning, although people recalled the painful memories of seeing their family, friends and countrymen gunned down and the thunder of Skgorrian guns they were somehow at peace.

They dispersed at 7 a.m. The cross was left alight, Theron said, " Since they think they own a land only a Boer could truly own the Skgorrians (at which people booed and hissed) can put out this fire."

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Those poor fools never learned. This event must take a lot of time and preparation to set up, meaning DBRA authorities had been setting up out of their view for nearly an hour. Military had arrived and a high flying U-2 had taken pictures of the scene.

Artillery guns were fully set up, D-300 Walid Smoke Screen Sets, and a phalanx of soldiers and police 5 men thick completely surrounding them, and suddenly it all began.

The 122mm guns opened fire simultaneously along with the smoke screen generators and the phalanx charged forward. The artillery was loaded with tear gas cartridges and the smoke screens were thermal transparent. Mass confusion would soon ensue and the 'cattle prods' of the suited DBRA authorities along with the FN 303 fire would ensure the rioters would be put down.

In the background, prison buses by the hundreds sat in reserve waiting for the first 'prisoners' would appear. Of course it would overflow the 'Joycamps' and hurridly barbed wire and tents were being set up in the meadow itself to build a new joycamp and those who would enter this one would find themselves removing these crosses and building new housing out of them.

Those poor fools never learned. This event must take a lot of time and preparation to set up, meaning DBRA authorities had been setting up out of their view for nearly an hour. Military had arrived and a high flying U-2 had taken pictures of the scene.

Artillery guns were fully set up, D-300 Walid Smoke Screen Sets, and a phalanx of soldiers and police 5 men thick completely surrounding them, and suddenly it all began.

The 122mm guns opened fire simultaneously along with the smoke screen generators and the phalanx charged forward. The artillery was loaded with tear gas cartridges and the smoke screens were thermal transparent. Mass confusion would soon ensue and the 'cattle prods' of the suited DBRA authorities along with the FN 303 fire would ensure the rioters would be put down.

In the background, prison buses by the hundreds sat in reserve waiting for the first 'prisoners' would appear. Of course it would overflow the 'Joycamps' and hurridly barbed wire and tents were being set up in the meadow itself to build a new joycamp and those who would enter this one would find themselves removing these crosses and building new housing out of them.

They all escaped without harm, proving our supremacy. They ran in all directions and scattered themselves over the veld, only two were captured.

They all escaped without harm, proving our supremacy. They ran in all directions and scattered themselves over the veld, only two were captured.

OOC Thread Now.

IC:

Secure Message to DBRA

We must make a choice. We've been writing up Operation: Suture for a while now and it is time to implement it.

We must round up every last single Boer, and we'll increase our own importation of citizens to ensure the streets stay full. Round up all of your forces, every last officer, start bringing in more soldiers.

Close the borders, close the ports, close the airports and reduce the curfew to sunset.

We'll have to use infrared intelligence to ensure we can locate every pocket of resistance and visit them. I suggest this start as soon as the sun sets. We must crush this rebellion my friend, and it is time to take extreme measures.

Build up Joycamps, anyone who resists, we kill them. This is staying under the guise of police action to round up illegal weapons.

If you agree, we'll engage Operation: Suture.

[END]

-International Airspace, 707 Aircraft-
Inside yet another one of the dozens of disguised passenger planes Nod controlled, a large group of people prepared for deployment, the plane was following the path of incoming flights that were to deliver those that were to settle in.

-Nearing eastern coast-
The Large automobile transport was heading into one of the local ports, their contents were cars, many different variants of vehicles, supposedly for the immigrants that the occupiers were sending in.

-International Airspace, 707 Aircraft-
Inside yet another one of the dozens of disguised passenger planes Nod controlled, a large group of people prepared for deployment, the plane was following the path of incoming flights that were to deliver those that were to settle in.

-Nearing eastern coast-
The Large automobile transport was heading into one of the local ports, their contents were cars, many different variants of vehicles, supposedly for the immigrants that the occupiers were sending in.

DBRA Air Traffic Control

"Sir, a 707 with no FOF tag is moving in with some of the flights."

"Jesus Christ it is one of those Chosen Army suicide things again!"

"Sir?"

"Get on the encrypted horn, tell the other flights to get out of the way, we are sending up Earwigs to take them out."

In the Air off the Coast

The other planes, mostly Tu-154s with the odd turboprop craft in them turned away and would begin holding patterns. They were keep far away from the 707.

Meanwhile Earwigs were being scrambled, the Nod Jet had less than 5 minutes, their best response time. Sure the commander would probably get fired, but DBRA wasn't taking any chances. If anything, DBRA Coast Guard officials would plant several unexploded bombs from the Chosen Army offensive a few weeks ago in the wreckage.

-707 just inside National waters-
"Sir, Leafanistan has scrambled interceptors."
"I know."
"Sir are we cleared to shoot them down?"
"..."
"Sir are we cleared to activate countermeasures to shoot them down?"
"Negative hit the ocean."
"WHAT?"
"DO IT."
The plane rapidly began to dive to the ocean below."

GRAND DRAGON BURNS BLACK CHURCH

Grand Dragon of the Smutsdaal region Bartholomeus Van Zandt ordered his 280- strong Klavern to torch a black community church, it was under the cover of darkness that 280 men gathered outside the church and hurled firebombs and grenades inside and fired shots through the windows, they engaged in a short gun battle with ANC members who had been guarding the building, resulting in 1 Klan death and 4 ANC deaths.

The 280 escaped in various directions and the former secret service have only confirmed the identities of 4 men, Van Zandt, his brother Janson Van Zandt, Hanson Kroeger (P.A. to Bart Van Zandt) who smashed windows allowing the attack to commence and Krisoijn Marx, a former AWB bomber who joined the Klan after AWB membership fell.

The deceased Klansman has been identified as 31 year- old farmer Nicolaas Johannsen, a former soldier in Die Boerstaat army and ex- volunteer policeman.

Night Riding

Night riding acts, organised and perpetrated by Die Boerstaat KKK, have begun to take place in rural areas and smaller towns. Already 100 acts of men, wearing hoods and robes, on horseback riding through black areas, have been reported to the occupied forces.

It's believed to be part of Theron's 'Plan B Terror Campaign', in other words Theron's decided if an official Apartheid can't exist the blacks will be kept in their place through the work of his Boer Nightriders and lynchers.

Employers are already using a heavy Klan and AWB presence to their advantage and warning sloppy work, visit from the Klan, skipping work, visit from the Klan, asking for a raise, visit from the Klan and so on and so forth.

The Klan has no official offices and only 21 confirmed members of the Klan's whereabouts are known, besides. Due to the increasing presence of foreign journalists Theron has made a stand, last night in twelve seperate cities hooded Klansmen gathered and pinned notices to black homes' doors, warning Flogging, Lynching or Torching of property will be the only punishment for speaking to the media.

The AWB are playing their part too, two blacks were beaten when they talked to a journalist reporting for the International News Agency. The journalist was fired on, but escaped injury- free.

Theron said, "No- one can take down the Klan, they can't find us, why do you think we're called the Invisible Empire?"

Protestbyeenkoms

The AWB have requested permission to hold a protest meeting from Skgorria and an accord that in return for being unarmed there'll be no fighting. The AWB wish to protest the construction of black churches, saying they have no right to pray.

Whilst awaiting the results of their nuclear strike, the Skgorrian authorities continued their mission.

Secure Message to DBRA

I've been actively wiping out the population for some time, but we'll make an effort to round up survivors. There could be some left in this hellish bomb-strewn gas-ridden wasteland that we missed. We estimate there are only a few hundred, possibly a few thousand citizens remaining. We demmanded obedience and they refused us.

Skgorrian Zone

Special Action Division in conjunction with Army and Atopian engineers began constructing a really big camp, no more would be needed due to the efficency of the ethnic cleansing.

Patrols on foot and in vehicles were working in conjunction with aerial and satellite observation to detect remaining pockets of humanity and detain them. They would order the citizens to surrender or they would open fire - obviously it would be hard work to round anyone up due to the several months of genocide, but the Skgorrians were determined to do so.

Skgorria welcomes a delegation from the AWB, and Storm-General Beckenbauer would be glad to meet them to discuss these terms. He will only negotate with their top leaders. The delegates will be guaranteed safe conduct to the Storm-General's base. (OOC: Character RP please, I want to go into detail on this.)

Delegates Arrive

The hand- picked delegates of the AWB, those who represent our public, respectable side, arrived in khaki and wearing red berets but not looking scruffy or aggressive.

When the chauffeur opened the door for Janson Van Buren and Willem Scheckler, the two selected delegates, a crowd of men wearing black and holding pistols inside their pockets escorted them into the building. Neither man commented to the media on the upcoming meeting.

Once inside the building they met Beckenbauer, but in order for this meeting to go ahead a translator will be required.

"I'm sorry miss," growled a thoroughly unpleasant gate guard, "but this is a military base and only the delegates will be allowed in. Your men may wait outside the base, but none will come in. Those are the terms, otherwise there will be no deal."

The base was huge, the size of a large city. It was ringed with various types of wire, watch towers, sandbags, foxholes, bunkers, hull-down tanks, guard dogs, caltraps, pits of nasty-smelling liquids and signs warning of mines.

OOC: There are NO media, I have killed them all and none are getting into the country.

Central Command, First Army Group:

"Marshal, we've just received a communique from Strategic Rocket Forces. They're ready to launch on our command, if you deem it necessary."
"Unlike the Skgorrians, I do not believe in winning COIN ops with strategic nuclear weaponry, General."
"Well Marshal, ASRF has stated that they're only willing to use Tac-Nukes."
"Oh, and I suppose that makes it alright then! Tell ASRF that they'll have a long wait. Mind you, that's not a 'never' - always keep your options open."
"Aye, Marshal."

First Army, Ventersdorp:

After passing through the Skgorrian Cordon, the 500,000 combat troops of First Field Army recieved their briefings...

"Right, we've got our orders. Not one building left standing. Exterminate them all. If it's not Atopian, it's a valid target. Understood?"
"Aye Sergeant!"

Operation: Overkill had begun.

The Skgorrian zone of the capital would be scoured clean of human life, its inhabitants killed and its buildings destroyed. Commanders did not expect to find many people as the Skgorrians had abandoned and surrounded the capital months ago, but just in case... it had been deemed necessary to purge the remains of the city.

General ORBAT, 1st Army Group:

First Field Army: 500,000 troops
1st Corps
2nd Corps
3rd Corps
4th Corps
5th Corps

Second Field Army: 500,000 troops
6th Corps
7th Corps
8th Corps
9th Corps
10th Corps

Third Field Army: 500,000 troops
11th Corps
12th Corps
13th Corps
14th Corps
15th Corps

The basic building block of the Corps is the infantry platoon of four squads of eight troopers, each of which is equipped with top of the line armoured infantry fighting vehicles. Three 32 strong line platoons plus a HQ squad and a support platoon equipped with mortars, automatic grenade launchers and heavy machine guns comprise a company. In turn, three line companies and a HQ unit of 16 soldiers make up a battalion. Three line battalions, HQ platoon, and assorted supporting units such as tanks, artillery, anti-air assets, ambulances, engineering units, signallers, and so on form a brigade of around 2,270 soldiers. Three brigades in turn form a division – at this level including a HQ company, signallers, engineering units, artillery battalions, dedicated hospital units, military police detachments etc – of around 9,200 people.

Ten line divisions, then, comprise a Corps, with the difference made up of cooks, HQ security, general staff, and permanently attached special forces units.

Air Support ORBAT:

In addition, air cover is provided by the 3rd Air Army. In turn, this consists of the 5th, 8th and 9th Air Fleets. 5th Air Fleet is dedicated to ground attack and close air support. 8th is an air superiority unit, while 9th is a strategic and tactical bombing force.

Atopian Logistics Corps Taskforce JUNTA:

This consists of around 6 million men and women, and is in-country to support and supply First Army Group. Regarded as the least exciting, but the most vital, part of the Atopian armed forces, is the Atopian Logistics Corps. This organisation controls all Atopian logistical units – mechanics, refueling bowsers, ‘super-carrier’ aircraft, and so on. Without the ALC, no military operations are possible. It is they who transport and keep supplied the hungry soldiers and equipment of the Atopian Land Forces. They are the lifeblood of Military Command, and draw many recruits from the fascist youth organisation, Future Strength, and the local volunteers of the Strength in Unity construction and work organisation.

Delegates Enter

"Dag Meneer Beckenbauer", both men shook Beckenbauer's hand and gave him a warm smile, they had no animosity, he was a part of their extended people, just a little racially misguided. Almost pity.

"Bly om U te ontmoet (Pleased to meet you)" said Van Buren, he appeared to be initiating the negotiations, Willem Scheckler stood in the background, seeming confused.

"Pardon, ek praat nie Engels nie (Sorry, I don't speak English)".

There was a silence. Scheckler appeared to be thinking hard and then he stepped forward and said, "
We are very sorry, English is not good". Van Buren turned to him with a look of utter disgust and then began yelling and spitting at him, Scheckler apologised and stepped back, the exact words are unknown but he clearly thought him a traitor because he was speaking another language.

They sat, waiting, until a translator could be found.

Outside the base

The Ystergarde, Van Buren and Scheckler's personal bodyguards, are wearing black shirts, black trousers, black boots and black caps, with the Triple 7s symbol sewn onto the front. They're neatly and well dressed but are clearly not wealthy, they were never meant to be composed of the wealthy farm owners, those men were born to wealth and have, as do most of the country's adults, beer and sausage bellies. These men may not be exceptionally well- armed but because of their hard life, which was evident in their tough, mean looking faces, in a fight you could tell that they'd fight dirty and win. They had numerous arm patches, indicating service in the army, police, navy or air force, many had special forces badges and all had badges of honour issued by the AWB itself. Despite the scorching heat and their pale skin they had no sun screen on.

These are the AWB's elite in hand- to- hand combat, in order to join the Ystergarde there is stringent requirements, they are laughed at as 'peasants' by their wealthier counterparts but it's partly jealousy. You must have killed at least 1 man by shooting him, at least 1 by stabbing him and at least 1 by beating him to death, their feared commanders had, between the 5 of them, allegedly killed over 100 people using their fists alone.

An idiotic middle- class, nosy British journalist came toward the base and began asking the group of Ystergarde commandos questions, before the Skgorrians could step in a member of the Ystergarde had given the cameraman a right- hook and another had grabbed his shirt and pushed him back, he was punched so hard in the face he broke his nose and jaw in one hit. No- one in the Ystergarde flinched, some gave the moaning cameraman and hysterical interviewer a quick look but all the two attackers did was wipe the blood on a nearby wall and walk away. They were hoping the footage would appear on news internationally, maybe other reporters would be more careful about what they asked people in future.

A crowd of men, holding cigarettes and wearing red berets and khaki began to emerge just behind the Ystergarde, they were the Honoured Men of the AWB, they weren't tough like the Ystergarde, they were the rich list of Die Boerstaat, they had $1,000 watches, designer shoes and had arrived in jeeps, but these weren't normal jeeps, they had leather seats, in- car DVD players and satellite navigation systems. These men had been fast- tracked to positions of power in return for their financial support. The Ystergarde smiled politely, but you could see the disgust showing their true feelings. The Ystergarde would knock out the lights of these cigar- smoking, fine- wine drinking cowards, the Ystergarde had been shot at, stabbed and had to kill people to reach their position of power and these men were above them and they'd just given the organisation a few thousand US$.

A crowd of blacks gathered, but they were silent, they knew that they could push it so far with most whites but the Ystergarde would take no prisoners if they felt that they were being disrespected. One man, a 6'5" bodybuilder black, yelled at the Ystergarde, a man stepped up to him, he was only 5'8", and quite scrawny. The black was interested in a bit of pushing and verbal abuse, he began insulting him, a split second later he got eight punches in the face before he could finish his sentence. He was bleeding, the Ystergarde member stomped on his face and kicked the side of his head, then began jumping on his face, the man was a bloody pulp when seven fellow Ystergarde members and about thirty blacks stopped him because the Skgorrians were getting upset at the unrest.

The enraged Ystergarde member was literally frothing at the mouth with rage, the seven were grabbing his arms and forcing him back. When he appeared calm enough to be let go they did so and a few minutes later he ran at the Honoured Men and jumped on top of one man and punched him in the jaw, the rest of the Honoured Men backed of and retreated to their SUVs. Then the Ystergarde became divided, half of them joining in fighting with the Honoured Men and the others trying to break it up.

There was people punching and kicking one another and gouging eyes, pinching, slapping and every other below the belt tactic the Ystergarde was famed for employing. Eventually the Ystergarde commander released some teargas explosives into the crowd and broke it up. It was however coming through loud and clear that the Ystergarde were by enlarge not happy that the leaders at the top of the AWB were more interested in lining their pockets than the fate of the Boervolk.

Volksdorp

In central Volksdorp a crowd of around 200 AWB members had been gathering all day, they were waiting for ANC members to begin arriving to hold a rally, these days most people accept that every time any political group makes a move violence will ensue and either join in or stay away. ANC members slowly arrived and soon the AWB had their wooden batons at the ready.

One AWB member lunged forward and gave a powerful blow to the right arm of an ANC member with his back to him. The man stumbled forward, an ANC member came at the Wekommando and the Wekommando moved backwards and then hit at the black, narrowly missing his head. Soon AWB members were moving in together and pulling each other forward, they were carrying wooden batons and home- made teargas. They sprayed ANC members in the eyes, however the AWB weren't immune and one AWB member was knocked out cold when he was pulled away from his group and punched and kicked.

*snip*

OOC:

Let me just spell this out for you, crystal clear so we understand each other.

1. Borders are sealed in the Skgorrian zone, nothing is getting in or out except for Atopians and DBRA. You are none of those. That British journalist would NOT have gotten in, and does exist.
2. I have been systematically killing your people for several months, shooting them on sight, attacking them with bi-chemical agents and employing every method at my disposal. There are NO large groups of your population left in the Skgorrian zone. Any groups that turned up at the base would not be large in number at all.
3. Your delegates will only be allowed into the base when I say so. You will not RP them entering, you will not godmod my characters into doing any actions.
4. Just so you know, the Skgorrian zone of Volksdorp has been levelled and abandoned, and now a large portion of the Atopian Army is moving to crush the rest.
5. The Northern Baltic has taken over RPing your resistance. They are all to the north in German South Africa and under intense atomic bombardment. Co-ordinate your efforts with him.

When you respond to each of these points, I will respond to your post, otherwise I will ignore you.

Yeh, I have no population that's why it says 123 million. LOL.

Yeh, I have no population that's why it says 123 million. LOL.

OOC: This is for the RP in the zone that I occupy. If you would care to read the thread...no wait, I'll do it for you! Here are a selection of quote, broken down into easily readable chunks.

there is no hope for these people, therefore they must be removed

Giving the order to start wiping out the native population

Over all major population centres, including the port just hit by the rebels, aircaft began dropping chemical and biological weapons.

Attacking your population centres

Toxins were also pumped into the water supply, and preparations were being made to send in a wave of aircraft armed with anti-crop chemicals.

Contaminating your drinking water and destroying your agircultural base.

The troops would move in and shoot all Die Boerstaat citizens on sight. Urban settlements would be ringed with artillery, troops and tanks, then the circle would tighten. They would hunt the inhabitants of this country down and wipe them out, no mercy would be shown. Anyone who revealed themselves to any Skgorrian forces would be killed.

Soldiers on the ground killing Die Boerstaat citizens, regardless of ethnicity.

The killing continued apace in the Skgorrian zone, it was estimated that most of the major urban centres had now been exterminated, and now the troops were moving towards smaller towns and larger villages.

The killing continues - as you will no doubt have gathered from the thread as you have doubtlessly read it carefully, The Northern Baltic took over RPing your country when you left and posed no objection to this at all.

I have no problem with you RPing your citizens in the sectors belonging to Skinny87 or Leafanistan - but i have taken extra-special measures to make all of your people in my zone dead.

OOC:

No offense but you need to grow up a bit, when I do killings I do it realistically by enlarge, bar the 20,000 blacks getting killed in a matter of hours. Have you ever seen a real bloody war, people aren't using guns to wipe out millions, they rarely see action and when they do it claims 10 or 20 or maybe 100 deaths.

P.S. None of this 'belongs' to anyone but me

*snip*

OOC: :rolleyes:

IC:

First Army, having surrounded the Skgorrian zone of Volksdorp, began to move in in force. Units from D Division special forces began conducting sweeps through the streets. Any civilians they found would be detained, interrogated, and shot.

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Above: D Division unit in Volksdorp.

Meanwhile, regular army units swept towards the D Division soldiers. They would push fleeing civilians into the waiting arms of the special forces - and indulge in a little looting and pillaging at the same time.

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Above: Section of men from the 4th Regiment, Mechanised Infantry, patrol through the outskirts.

At the same time, the Black Legion prepared to move in to secure and control those areas that had been swept by fire the previous night.

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Above: Black Legionnaires parade before moving in to secure the central square.

Most of the city had been demolished by Skgorian artillery in the previous months, but those buildings still intact were destroyed by Atopian combat engineers.

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Above: Combat engineers patrol past their handiwork in the 12th district.

Some small pockets of resistance were encountered, and, loathe to lose men and women to civilian militia, commanders on the ground called up self-propelled artillery to deal with such hold-outs.

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Above: SPA from 1 Corps move up to engage armed civilians over open sights.

OOC:

No offense but you need to grow up a bit, when I do killings I do it realistically by enlarge, bar the 20,000 blacks getting killed in a matter of hours. Have you ever seen a real bloody war, people aren't using guns to wipe out millions, they rarely see action and when they do it claims 10 or 20 or maybe 100 deaths.

P.S. None of this 'belongs' to anyone but me

OOC: In Rwanda, they killed 800,000 people in A MONTH using MACHETES and CLUBS. That's 26,667 people dead EVERY DAY for 30 days!

Skgorria has been using CHEMICAL and BIOLOGICAL WEAPONS, in addition to around 500,000 COMBAT TROOPS to SYSTEMATICALLY EXTERMINATE the population.

You have NO people in the Skgorrian Occupied Zone. NONE.

Also, good method of responding to his points. You know, by IGNORING THEM. :rolleyes:

OOC:

No offense but you need to grow up a bit, when I do killings I do it realistically by enlarge, bar the 20,000 blacks getting killed in a matter of hours. Have you ever seen a real bloody war, people aren't using guns to wipe out millions, they rarely see action and when they do it claims 10 or 20 or maybe 100 deaths.

P.S. None of this 'belongs' to anyone but me

OOC: Firstly, there's a OOC thread. Kindly use it. Secondly, your nation has been invaded, conquered and divided ala post-war Germany. Though nothing of the sort has been occuring in the zone controlled by the Grand Monarchy, the other occupying forces are well within their right to begin a systematic culling of the population under their control, especially since you rarely respond to the attacks and force a substitute to be used - and when you do reply, you ignore everything.

Oh grow up idiots

OOC:

I'll tell you something, my nation is yours when you control the homepage.

Oh grow up idiots

OOC:

I'll tell you something, my nation is yours when you control the homepage.

OOC: NationStates.Net is a seperate entity from Jolt.Co.Uk and any relation is purely for cosmetic purposes. I RP as up to 3 different entities, The Glorious Republic, my Mafia, and the various Autonomous colonies that occasionally go on adventures. Please use the OOC thread for OOC.

IC:

-707 just inside National waters-
"Sir, Leafanistan has scrambled interceptors."
"I know."
"Sir are we cleared to shoot them down?"
"..."
"Sir are we cleared to activate countermeasures to shoot them down?"
"Negative hit the ocean."
"WHAT?"
"DO IT."
The plane rapidly began to dive to the ocean below."

"SIR!"

"Yes Captain?"

"Its going down, should I scramble the Maritime Patrol?"

"Do it, and tell the interceptors to open fire with their guns at long range with RADAR guidance and tell them to use their R-77s as soon as they get into range."

Skies above the Ocean

The 707's dive took the interceptors by surprise and they had to scramble to catch up. They also began to dive and kicked in afterburners to attempt to get as close as possible to the plane to get a lock on the 707.

Meanwhile their 30mm ADEN cannons began thudding out HE rounds in an attempt to try to shoot down the 707. However, back at the tower the mood was rather happy as this action confirmed that the 707 was sinister.

Ocean

On the seafront, the maritime patrol was getting every man it could into the cigarette boats and Kraven RIBs it could and arming them as fast as possible.

The Cigarette boats had AC-20s while the Kraven RIBs had GPMGs mounted and the men were carrying an odd selection of AR-550s, AK-74s, revolvers and pistols.

As soon as that plane hit water, the men were going to gun every single one down. Not a single one of the Chosen Army were going to survive.

ROCKET LAUNCHER ATTACK ON SKGORRIAN BASE

An unidentified man, in plain clothes, fired 3 rocket- propelled grenades into a Skgorrian military base, killing all people inside, it was the first act of revenge for the unGodly conduct of these sub- human disgraces to the race (Skgorria).

ROCKET LAUNCHER ATTACK ON SKGORRIAN BASE

An unidentified man, in plain clothes, fired 3 rocket- propelled grenades into a Skgorrian military base, killing all people inside, it was the first act of revenge for the unGodly conduct of these sub- human disgraces to the race (Skgorria).

OOC: Godmode, you cannot RP other people's losses.

Operation: Suture

"It is clear from the actions of the 'Boer' citizenry that we are not appreciated no matter how much we do for them. It is time we take the lead from Skroggia."

"A massacre?"

"No, relocation, we set up Joycamps, and lock up our 4.3 million citizens, all of them into various camps."

"4.3 million Boers is going to be hell to lock up."

"Refugee camps in Africa can go up to 1 million people, with our prefabrication, we can have an overcrowded barracks building cheap cars for us."

"So 4-5 camps?"

"No, probably 10 camps, it is easier that way, each one can contain 500,000 people, and a related factory which they will build."

"Then what? They'll just reproduce..."

"We'll put in mutagenic chemicals into their water, we'll sterilize them without them knowing. We estimate 50 years until they all die and the 'Boer' problem is solved."

"Well we already have at least 15 Joycamps operating, and we can extend them, merge them, etc."

"Let them build it themselves. Tonight we begin."

That Night

Throughout Die Boerstaat, Boer families were being targeted, many were already under satellite observation of their movements because they were suspicious. They came in the night, after curfew, bursting into houses quietly, usually entire blocks at a time, seizing people out of their beds, dragging them kicking and screaming, tranquilizing those who resisted too heavily, and throwing them in the prison buses and flatbed trucks.

They would wake up to a terrible nightmare, a lifetime of backbreaking labor, and what they didn't know, those who showed up would be sterilized.

Those who were native, and imported citizens were spared.

OOC: Godmode, you cannot RP other people's losses.

Operation: Suture

"It is clear from the actions of the 'Boer' citizenry that we are not appreciated no matter how much we do for them. It is time we take the lead from Skroggia."

"A massacre?"

"No, relocation, we set up Joycamps, and lock up our 4.3 million citizens, all of them into various camps."

"4.3 million Boers is going to be hell to lock up."

"Refugee camps in Africa can go up to 1 million people, with our prefabrication, we can have an overcrowded barracks building cheap cars for us."

"So 4-5 camps?"

"No, probably 10 camps, it is easier that way, each one can contain 500,000 people, and a related factory which they will build."

"Then what? They'll just reproduce..."

"We'll put in mutagenic chemicals into their water, we'll sterilize them without them knowing. We estimate 50 years until they all die and the 'Boer' problem is solved."

"Well we already have at least 15 Joycamps operating, and we can extend them, merge them, etc."

"Let them build it themselves. Tonight we begin."

That Night

Throughout Die Boerstaat, Boer families were being targeted, many were already under satellite observation of their movements because they were suspicious. They came in the night, after curfew, bursting into houses quietly, usually entire blocks at a time, seizing people out of their beds, dragging them kicking and screaming, tranquilizing those who resisted too heavily, and throwing them in the prison buses and flatbed trucks.

They would wake up to a terrible nightmare, a lifetime of backbreaking labor, and what they didn't know, those who showed up would be sterilized.

Those who were native, and imported citizens were spared.

OOC: Oh my God, well in that case Skgorria hasn't killed any of my people, he said he's wiped them out, if that's my call he's killed no- one.

I've just got a friend to join, Greensboro1979 is his name, he's coming in to send troops to help my Klan group.

Afrikaans taught in Greensboro schools

The children of Greensboro are learning Afrikaans, if Die Boerstaat should ever seriously need our help we will be available.

However can I say we won't be interfering, our small nation wants to keep itself to itself, we're a beautiful nation of grassy mountains, churches and Klan meeting houses. Our population is 96% black and 4% white but there's no Apartheid.

Blacks averagely earn $2,000 a year, whites averagely earn $90,000 a year, this was set up to even out the racial inequality in numbers. Our President is Fred Williams, who's black but knows his place within society.

Our elections are coming up soon.

The sniper squad climbed out of the sewer line cluchting his SVD sniper rifle in his hand. He listened on his radio for the order. His partner was setting up next to him with his AT-7 prepared to hit the rear of the self-propelled gun moving down the street. The order came and they opened fire. The sniper had a perfect shot of one DBRA solider's head. A Pecheneg GPMG machine gun opened fire on the troops running for cover. Sa-7s and FIM-92As were set up in several ruined highrises to prepare for any aircraft they might encounter. Meanwhile another group was setting up on the other side of the square prepared to take the enemy by suprise.

The sniper squad climbed out of the sewer line cluchting his SVD sniper rifle in his hand. He listened on his radio for the order. His partner was setting up next to him with his AT-7 prepared to hit the rear of the self-propelled gun moving down the street. The order came and they opened fire. The sniper had a perfect shot of one DBRA solider's head. A Pecheneg GPMG machine gun opened fire on the troops running for cover. Sa-7s and FIM-92As were set up in several ruined highrises to prepare for any aircraft they might encounter. Meanwhile another group was setting up on the other side of the square prepared to take the enemy by suprise.

The splatter from the soldier's head painted a building's wall as the DBRA forces were sweeping through town arresting Boers. The soldiers ran into their APC to hide from the enemy and the vehicles began to leave the town.

No aircraft appeared and the soldiers just vanished, the dead one lying in the street his brain a puddle. The injured soldiers were taken into the APCs and evacuated.

All was quiet, all was peaceful, then came some flashes on the horizon. A dozen or so of them, continuous flashes, it was like little light bulbs. Each one was rising into the sky, then curving a bit and coming down on the town. Then a sound was audible, a screaming noise, now it was painfully obvious what was going on, the attack has triggered the Operation: Suture emergency protocol. If a village or hamlet resisted it had to be destroyed, the good news was that the Boers very often discriminated themselves from the others so collateral damage would be minimal.

On the outskirts of town, 15 BM-21 Grad MRLs, each one with the power of a medium artillery barrage, and with 15 of them, it was like an hour's worth of artillery in a few minutes. However, this wasn't a normal attack, the rockets were loaded with Sarin Nerve Agent and dispersed midair.

Sarin isn't exactly a gas, it has the consistency of golden motor oil, raining down on people, its droplets being inhaled, absorbed through the skin, polluting the area, though owing to its short self life after it was mixed it would quickly degrade, good for the environment, not good for the people.

The town would be cleared, even if the definition of cleared could vary.

The NLF Troops saw the flashes and most of them made it into the sewers in time. However, the squads in the highrises were to late and died shortly after. This kind of hit and run resistence began happening all over town and mines were placed and covered with rubble to protect against unwanted intrusions into the city. The occasional Qassam rocket was fired into enemy terretory, but besides that, no move was made to move out of the city and attack the enemy outside of the city.

Orders were given for the Type-95s to open fire on the enemy using Sarin gas shells. Northern Baltic satellites warned the NLF that missiles were incoming. Once this warning was given out, the majority of the troops began to move through the tunnels into small scattered bases in the north. Sa-10s began to open fire on the missiles and several dozen Mig-31s were launched to intercept at least some of the missiles. The main base and the majority of the arms production centers were hit. Although the main base had survived the impact thanks to it being so deeply burrowed in the mountain, most of the arms production centers did not. Nearly the entire frontline was destroyed and out of the few troops that were guarding it, about 96% were killed or unable to fight.

-707-
"Do it."

##RADIO MESSAGE FROM FLIGHT 022##
"Mayday this is the 707, please cease fire, we have manged to level the craft and contain the hostiles on Seating area 3, We have taken losses, 6, no *pause* 7 civilians dead and 20 wounded, 4 terrorists down, Copilot and Pilot *pause* dead, the Navigator is attempting a restart, but if we cannot reactivate the engines we are going to impact , I repeat we are the 707 at position ## having just recovered from a terrorist attack, engines are cut, hold all fire, we aren't sure if we can make it. Request rescue and capture if possible.

OOC: TNB, are you engaging First Army? Please say yes :)

IC:

"This is Atopian Naval Vessel 778 to Flight 022, responding to your Mayday. We are closing on ##, ETA 10 minutes. Ditch in the sea if you can, over."

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Turning to his Number One, Commander Stepanov giggled. "Well," he said, "our first day at sea and already we hit trouble."

Three planes were hijacked by the last remaining remembers of the Chosen Army. They were all former commericial airline piolts so they knew rules and regulations by heart. They dropped below radar range and headed towerds their targets: Two Skgorian Military bases and one Atopianan Military base. They were at most 7 minutes from their intended targets and no radio transmission requesting help had been sent out due to the terrorists making short work of the piolts.

OOC: Doing some Retconing

##RESPONSE##
Roger that bailing at ## position.

-707-
After the navigator put down the mike the commander spoke to the surviving crew. "Okay we're getting an evac, now can someone tell me WHY THE **** DID SOMEONE NOT SET THE TRANSPONDER!!!"
"These idiots," a Navigator said pointing to the two corpses of the pilot and co-pilot, "Seriously thought that it would be a better idea to make this a sucide plane instead."

"Damn, people really need to read the pysch files, and we've lost around 12 people because of this mess, well 4 the rest were locals."

OOC: Doing some Retconing

##RESPONSE##
Roger that bailing at ## position.

-707-
After the navigator put down the mike the commander spoke to the surviving crew. "Okay we're getting an evac, now can someone tell me WHY THE **** DID SOMEONE NOT SET THE TRANSPONDER!!!"
"These idiots," a Navigator said pointing to the two corpses of the pilot and co-pilot, "Seriously thought that it would be a better idea to make this a sucide plane instead."

"Damn, people really need to read the pysch files, and we've lost around 12 people because of this mess, well 4 the rest were locals."

"Sir?"

"This is a PR disaster. Get a Coast Guard Cutter out there with some evidence to plant, shoot it down anyway. Better to be heroes than blundering morons."

The Earwigs had closed the distance, and fired their missiles. On the water the cigarette boats got closer and closer, some were close enough to begin firing their machine guns and Gatling guns at the rapidly dropping plane. To the pilots on board it must have seemed like such a sick joke.

In the air they were 4 missiles screaming at them, on the water there were tracer rounds flying at them. How can anyone possibly land in that mess?

Base 456:

"Hey," murmured the gunner, "that's coming in too low and too fast to be anything but hostile."
"Well," said his mate, "it's not ours and not Skgorrian."
"Legitimate target!" yelled the gunner, grinning, as he pulled the safety off.
"Time to fucking burn," grinned the number two, tracking the incoming airliner.

With a minute to go before impact, the anti-aircraft-artillery defences of Base 456 roared into life. Groundmount cannons, heavy machine guns and Tunguska-M 30mms blared. Thousands of rounds leapt into the path of the airliner, punctuating the sky with hot and explosive bits of metal.

Hopefully the resulting explosion would merely scatter debris across the base rather than annihilate it...

Destroyer 778:

"Number One," pouted the Commander, "those other boats are shooting at that airliner."
"It must be hostile, sir."
"Good point. All guns - fire on that aircraft!"
"Aye sir!"

And so the Sovremnny class destroyer's forward 76mm cannon barked at the rapidly descending plane, adding its explosive punch to the hail of smaller shot roaring up from the other vessels.

OOC: What kind of missiles? Thermal, Radar? If it's the former I have you beat, and the later is near useless, the plane is less than 100 feet off the ground.)

-707-"Leafanistan has fired," "Deploy countermeasures."
"Sir we're approching the Incoming Leafanistan ships dead on."
"Good, land on them." "Yes sir!"

##Final Message##
Warning there are hostiles in the water, use caution when arriving for pickup. If you don't hurry we won't last much longer!

-Ocean-
The plane dipped lower as the 4 missiles closed on it, that was when they launched the anchors. The official reason for the anchors were for a possiblity of making an emergency landing in the snow, in reality they each contained a powerful countermeasures designed to distract Radar, Thermal and Infared missiles. Of course that only diverted 3 of the missiles the last one blowing the whole tail section to bits as the plane splashed down. Of course another fighter attack would hit their own ships.
The plane was already so low that the Atopiana gunfire wasn't even noticed.

-Boats-
As the plane closed in on the small boats continued firing upon it, not having even the slightest clue that the pilot seat was empty, they were still firing as the plane skidded across the water crashing into a grouping of them. The entire right wing shattered and the majority of the left but by the end the plane settled into the water right up, with the remaining ships trying to catch up with it.

-707 Fuseluge-
"Damage report!"
"Plane's crashed, we're going down from the rear, though if we time it right she might hold above water barely long enough, good get me the Pilot's Rifle and a scope, and the camera do you know when the satelite comes through? Damn this is a lot of work just to try and convince some idiots to bail their resistance."
(If even 1 guy is alive long enough you are all doomed.)

(Atopiana how do you know it's even Leafanistan ships, as far as I seen you've gotten no communications from them and cigarette boats with Kraven weapons aren't exactly the norm.)

OOC: What kind of missiles? Thermal, Radar? If it's the former I have you beat, and the later is near useless, the plane is less than 100 feet off the ground.)

-707-"Leafanistan has fired," "Deploy countermeasures."
"Sir we're approching the Incoming Leafanistan ships dead on."
"Good, land on them." "Yes sir!"

##Final Message##
Warning there are hostiles in the water, use caution when arriving for pickup. We will try to stop them but we're not very good with the weapons we captured.

-Ocean-
The plane dipped lower as the 4 missiles closed on it, that was when they launched the anchors. The official reason for the anchors were for a possiblity of making an emergency landing in the snow, in reality they each contained a powerful countermeasures designed to distract Radar, Thermal and Infared missiles. Of course that only diverted 3 of the missiles the last one blowing the whole tail section to bits as the plane splashed down. Of course another fighter attack would hit their own ships.

-Boats-
As the plane closed in on the small boats continued firing upon it, not having even the slightest clue that the pilot seat was empty, they were still firing as the plane skidded across the water cutting down largest grouping of them. The entire right wing shattered and the majority of the left but by the end the plane settled into the water right up, with the remaining ships trying to catch up with it.

-707 Fuseluge-
"Damage report!"
"Plane's crashed, we're going down from the rear, though if we time it right she might hold above water barely long enough, good get me the Pilot's Rifle and a scope."

(If even 1 guy is alive after time is up, You're screwed Leaf.)
(-7:52 Number of people left: 14)

15 small boats were now in the water, and at the main base a Coast Guard Cutter was on its way. Soon enough Mi-24 Hind Helicopters would be soaring in to assist the boats in killing anyone even attempting to escape. 3 Frigates were being activated and quickly moving in from all directions.

In the air the Earwigs turned around and moved in. Their Pave Pin designators lit up the aircraft's sinking airframe and soon cluster munitions were on their way down.

Message to Atopian Forces

Coordinates is as follows, come as fast as possible in small boats, use thermal, search and destroy.

[END]

OOC: How do my naval officers know those small boats are friendly? They recognised the flags. That, and they wanted to test the 76mm main gun! :p

IC:

"Belay that last transmission, number one, and get the gun onto that wreck. I want it sunk!"
"Aye aye sir."

Lowering the angle of elevation, the 76mm gun barked again, this time aimed at the floating wreckage of the 707. No-one would be getting into the SOZ today.

-707-
"Done." The camera man stopped filming the interior and the small glimpse of Leafanistan ships as well as recording of the broadcasts. By now a few inches had already leaked to the front of the craft.
"Good send uplink, now lets give them a goodbye they'll never forget."
"Got it."
"INCOMING!"
"Dosn't matter!,"
"Let's do this!"

-Ocean-
The Plane suddently exploded making a large wave as well as diverting some of the bomblets from the force of air, some right over their own ships as planned.

(OOC: Oh the PR Plane hjacked by terrorists crash lands, Leafanistan and their lackies respond by killing surviving civilians. And no way to plant evidence because there is no wreckage. Just lovely.)

Several sarin shells exploded admist the front line of the Skgorrian defences, and whilst all of the troops had been in NBC gear since they had recieved word of the SSRF strike, there were always those who had failed to put their gear on properly or were not wearing the right equipment. A total of two hundred and thirty-seven soldiers would be treated for sarin exposure, and of those casualties ninety four would die. The remainder would remain in field hospitals for several weeks undergoing intensive treatment and studying. It had been a long time since the Skgorrians had had a chance to directly observe the effects of sarin upon a person, and they wanted to reaffirm their faith in the weapon's effectiveness. SS tanks even carried 5 sarin shells as a standard load-out, and had first been fired in anger during the Corinthian Civil War many years ago, when a platoon of 5th SS Panzer "Zionbane" had employed sarin shells against a large bloc of unprotected infantry. The results had been very encouraging indeed.

In space, the thousand SS-27s seperated and deployed their individual warheads and decoys and screamed down to earth to meet their targets. The somewhat crude interception system used by the NLF meant that some five hundred possible warheads were destroyed in a combination of lucky hits and exploding warheads taking out other warheads. This still left several thousand to plunge to the ground and mushroom clouds from the resulting detonations could be seen all along the other side of the river from the SOZ. Cheers echoed throughout SSRF Command and Skgorria alike as large TV screens broadcasted the detonations with an accompanying commentary on how the valiant forces of National Socialism were smiting the weak. SSRF had another mission to perform, and that was to use satellites to track where the soldiers were fleeing to and also where the MiGs had launched from, though it remained to be seen if they would be able to do this.

The two bases being targeted by the Chosen Army were very different indeed. One of them was a lightly guarded vehicle depot, containing non-combat vehicles such as UAZs and trucks, the airliner would only meet some scattered machine gun fire from the guards and some 30mm cannon fire from BMP. The other base was a major armoured depot that housed a mechanised infantry regiment. After one radio warning was given for the aircraft to turn around, the base's weapons opened up. Panicked but intense fire reached up to the aircraft as every person with a weapon began to fire at the aircraft in the hope it would be brought down. This included machine guns, autocannons, chainguns and anti-air missiles of both vehicle and shoulder-launched types.

The fireball from the SS-25s nearly engulfed the entire forest in flames as thousands of troops and civilians perished. Most were able to make it out of the area using the high-speed underground trains that were contructed however nearly all of the men in the outer bases were killed. The main base, however remained intact despite taking a near direct hit. NBC Gear was sent through the train system to the troops still at the main base. A strong defence was set up if the DBRA forces decided to break through the triple reinforced doors leading down to the base. UAV recon planes were sent out via remote control to scout the area for any DBRA presence and hidden cameras were set up in the area.

The first plane crashed through the high chain link fence and one of its wings hit a guard tower. Despite reciving some machine gun fire on the other side of the base, the Boeing 777-200 smashed right into the fuel storage building. Five seconds later, the fuel ignited.

The second plane had a more difficult time. Entire pieces of the plane were blown off by intence enemy fire. Holes were ripped in the fuselage which sent the plane into a uncontrollable spin. The plane smashed through the bases outer walls taking a few guard towers along the way. Ten feet from the second wall, the plane plunged into the ground and the entire thing exploded taking the lives of everyone on board.

-707-
"Done." The camera man stopped filming the interior and the small glimpse of Leafanistan ships as well as recording of the broadcasts. By now a few inches had already leaked to the front of the craft.
"Good send uplink, now lets give them a goodbye they'll never forget."
"Got it."
"INCOMING!"
"Dosn't matter!,"
"Let's do this!"

-Ocean-
The Plane suddently exploded making a large wave as well as diverting some of the bomblets from the force of air, some right over their own ships as planned.

(OOC: Oh the PR Plane hjacked by terrorists crash lands, Leafanistan and their lackies respond by killing surviving civilians. And no way to plant evidence because there is no wreckage. Just lovely.)

OOC: Tsk, Tsk. The flags on the boat are DBRA flags, not Leafanistani. These are the local lackies. Besides, who is to say those boats weren't coming to arrest those who survived and detonate the explosives on the water as we will claim?

A few of the smaller boats were swarmed, men were in the water. The cutter slowed to a stop and everyone looked around. It was quiet as debris rained down on them. Mission Accomplished.

4:00 News

"Today a terrorist 707 loaded with explosives was shot down by DBRA authorities and detonated on the water. The Terrorists attempted to confuse DBRA authorities by hiding amongst approved aircraft, but their lack of correct FOF transponder and an odd choice in aircraft is what doomed them. We now turn to our aircraft correspondent for more."

"Hello, as you heard a 707 was shot down over our waters this afternoon. The most obvious reason for why this plane was flagged as hostile was the fact that the airlines approved to come into the country, do not fly 707s, or any Boeing Aircraft. The planes you may have flown on were Tu-154s, or perhaps an An-72. Back to you."

"So we repeat, DBRA forces have destroyed a terrorist plane and safely detonated the explosives in the water. There were a few injuries because of the ensuing explosion, but no deaths of our compatriots. There have been no arrests, but the police are searching."

We would like to point out that NBA (Northern Baltic Airlines) has been making regular trips to bring people in and out of the region. While we rely mostly on Russian planes, the Boeing 707 is one of the planes we use to fly to less popular destination like Die Boerstaat.

The Foriegn Affairs Council Head was furious. "How can you be sure it wasn't ours?", He said. "Well the markings label it as a NBA plane so we can assume it was our plane until more news arrives", said John Felton, a minor council member. Five minutes later, The Foriegn Affairs Council Head stopped in for a visit to the Leafanistani, Skoggorian, and Atopianan embassys. He showed the equal amount of anger in each visit and demanded an apology.

We would like to point out that NBA (Northern Baltic Airlines) has been making regular trips to bring people in and out of the region. While we rely mostly on Russian planes, the Boeing 707 is one of the planes we use to fly to less popular destination like Die Boerstaat.

The Foriegn Affairs Council Head was furious. "How can you be sure it wasn't ours?", He said. "Well the markings label it as a NBA plane so we can assume it was our plane until more news arrives", said John Felton, a minor council member. Five minutes later, The Foriegn Affairs Council Head stopped in for a visit to the Leafanistani, Skoggorian, and Atopianan embassys. He showed the equal amount of anger in each visit and demanded an apology.

Leafanistani Consulate in The Northern Baltic

The secretary looked at the angry man incredulously. "Where the hell is The Bore stud?"

The yelling attracts the attention of the consular who removes the furious head of the Foreign Affairs Council to his proper office. A cup of tea is poured for him and the consular sits him down.

"Now, what is this issue you want to talk about? What apology do you demand from the Glorious Republic?"

Atopian Consulate:

"We will not apologise for action taken by our naval forces in a combat situation. Nor will we say that it is in any way regrettable that they succeeded in their mission. In fact, the commander of Destroyer 778 has just been promoted to Fleet Admiral of the Stakhanagrad fleet. Kindly show yourself out or I will have you thrown out."

Returning to his paperwork, the consul waved absent-mindedly at the door to his office.

SSRF Command

"Well, that was jolly amusing," grinned the Rocket-Colonel. "Ready the second wave, and do we have those satellite pictures in?"
"Affirmative mein General, we have located the main rebel base. They appear to have major blast doors in place, any ground attack will take severe losses."
"Well balls to that, fire the superlaser!"
"Sir.."
"Oh shit, this isn't Star Wars. Never mind, fire another thousand SS-27s to previous targets co-ordinates, and stagger another hundred. I want them to hit those doors every twenty minutes for the next thirty-three hours. That'll blow 'em open and show them that no door can withstand us! Oh, and make sure the MIRVs are programmed for ground-level detonation."

The first of the rockets was fired half an hour after the order was given, as before these rockets would seperate in space and send 8 seperate targets for any AA gunner screaming towards the ground at hypersonic speeds.

Die Boerstaat

The fuel tanks ignited, and the whole base was consumed by fire. A few men on perimeter duty survived by being thrown clear, but most were immolated.

The second aircraft's impact sent several guard towers flying, killing ten gunners and smashing a BRDM. The plane's explosion ripped a hole in the second wall and consumed the laundry building. The regiment would now have to go without clean clothes for a week.

Skgorrian Consulate

"Well," sighed the Skgorrian consul, "we're sorry."

The Foreign Affairs Council Head, Mark Cambel sat down the Leafanistani consular's office and spoke softly, "We have evidence that it was our Boeing 707 that was destroyed and although we cannot fix the past, we still believe an apology is in order."

500 S-400s and 600 MIM-104 Patriots stood ready in an air defence shield created around the base to supress any threat. 200 Type-95 guns began to open fire on enemy lines using cluster shells and high explosives. New tank and arm production facilities began making weapons in the secure north and the battle for the capital continued with more troops being brought in via tunnels from other parts of the country.

The Foreign Affairs Council Head, Mark Cambel sat down the Leafanistani consular's office and spoke softly, "We have evidence that it was our Boeing 707 that was destroyed and although we cannot fix the past, we still believe an apology is in order."

The consular looked in confusion. "707? What are you talking about? I haven't heard of a 707 going down, especially a Northern Baltic 707."

"If our information is correct, we believe a 707 that was thought to be hijacked was blown up in the water by DBRA forces. After examining video and voice footage which is sent to NBA HQ via satellite, we have concluded that the plane was in fact not hijacked and the plane was undergoing malfunctions at the time" , said Mark Cambel calmly.

"If our information is correct, we believe a 707 that was thought to be hijacked was blown up in the water by DBRA forces. After examining video and voice footage which is sent to NBA HQ via satellite, we have concluded that the plane was in fact not hijacked and the plane was undergoing malfunctions at the time" , said Mark Cambel calmly.

The consular sipped his tea, leaned back and rifled through his papers. He looked back up at the man who had calmed greatly since his initial entrance.

The consular coughed a bit and spoke.

"DBRA? NBA? What plane? Where? Leafanistan is a large nation."

Atopian Strategic Rocket Forces, Atopiana:

"Well, I suppose we'd better weigh in with the SSRF. Been a while since we had a live-fire exercise."
"Is that how we're referring to Galation these days?"
"Yeh, well, hardly a war, was it?"
"I suppose not. How many rockets should we launch?"
"Hm. Well, allow for anti-missile missiles... call it... three thousand?"
"The usual warheads then."
"Aye, five nuke, one decoy, all MIRV."
"Sounds reasonable. When shall we launch?"
"Well, we're at Readiness Red already, so after this cuppa?"
"Done. Pass us that digestive, will you?"
"Sure. I'll just tell the SSRF that we're launching, so they don't get jumpy and slag us."
"Fair go. Oh, look, that new TV program's on tonight, reckon we'll have time to launch and catch it?"
"Should do..."

Communique to SSRF Command:

Hi u guys we r about 2 launch 3K ss27 @ ur enemies just 2 let u kno OK

Silos Across Atopiana, 15 Minutes Later:

Within ten minutes of the first launch, all three thousand designated SS-27 Topol-M ICBMs had blasted off. They were targeted to carpet the small neutral nation being used as a base for the rebels fighting the Skgorrians. A grand total of 15,000 targets would be hit, each by a single 650KT warhead - in the first wave. The 3,000 decoys would, it was hoped, put off the air defences to some extent. If the first wave had not produced enough damage, more would be launched.

Atopian Strategic Rocket Forces, Atopiana:

"Mm, these chocolate biscuits are really good, you know."
"Do shut up, you're making me miss the plot!"
"What plot, this is a thinly veiled excuse for that babe to lose her clothes a lot."
"Yeh, well..."

SSRF Command

"We got signal!"
"Main screen turn on."
"Hm, it seems the ASRF are setting the rebels up the bomb."
"What you say?"
"They have no chance to survive, make their time!"
"Hahahaha"
"Rocket-Colonel!"
"Take off every SS-27, you know what you doing."
"For great justice!"

SSRF Silos

Rockets were prepared and being made ready for the next wave, this would be an even bigger one. The SSRF hadn't engaged in a full-scale war since the immolation of the Fourth Holy Reich and would enjoy the new funding and prestige. Rocket Parades were always amusing.

Communique to ASRF

Yo snds kool jst don't fk it up, n00bs. Five zlars 4 whoeva klz mst ppl.

Orbit

The thousand rockets seperated, presenting the AA gunners with 8,000 seperate targets as they sped down to the surface at hypersonic speed.

Secret IC:
A video of the incident was mailed to the foreign offices of The Northern Baltic.

'Blue Zone', 2km from Hempstead

The hot summer sun beat down on the men working in the volcanic ash as the machine grumbled. Steam shot out from various lines hastily patched with duct tape and t-shirts. Finally with an agonizing groan the machine stopped and began retracting its drill.

The geologists looked on with awe as the core sample came up. 500 meters down, the drill revealed, a diamond. Shining in the sun, the little rock validating days of hard work, and now a gem-quality, 10 carat rough diamond was in their hands. They cheered and quickly called up General Diamonds, an offshoot of General Resources and soon their bank accounts were loaded with money and land sold to GD.

The Boers being rounded up would now be shipped to the Hempstead Diamond Field, to begin digging. Diamonds, Diamonds!

Mark Cambel spoke slowely and was careful to annunciate,"What do you know about the war in Die Boerstaat." Meanwhile, he thought to himself; this guy is a complete idiot.

Mark Cambel spoke slowely and was careful to annunciate,"What do you know about the war in Die Boerstaat." Meanwhile, he thought to himself; this guy is a complete idiot.

The consular fiddled with his thumbs and nervously downed his whole drink. This was bad for him, there was obviously some big incident and he hadn't even heard about it. He excused himself and turned to his computer. He called over an intern to help him get some maps and a highlighter.

10 minutes later, the consular was wearing his reading glasses and examining a foreign continent whose most recent satellite photographs were from the 70's. He figured out where Die Boerstaat was but couldn't find news on it in any major Leafanistan publications within the past few week.s

The consular looked back up at the rather angry looking Cambel. He made a call to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and asked to be transferred to Foreign Minister Wilson.

"Hello, its the consular in Northern Baltic, we've got a man here saying we've shot down a 707 in Die Boerstaat and we have invaded that poor country months ago."

There was a brief bout of silence as Foreign Minister Wilson tried to think of what the heck was going on.

"Never heard of Die Boerstaat."

"Well, neither have I, what do I do?"

"I'll get on the line with Foreign Intelligence and I'll call Fleet Admiral O'Toole to ask her herself if we've invaded anyone. We'll need a Navy to invade, she would know."

"Wilson! She is a Triumvirate Council Member, she must be doing important state business!"

"She and Marshall Arcturus are overseeing construction at the new headquarters and are probably lying around naked with fans blowing on them because it is so damn hot down there. They'll welcome this. Stall him and tell him we are working on it. I'll patch through to video phone as soon as I get some info."

The consular nodded and hung up. He turned back toward Cambel.

"I'm sorry, Foreign Minister Wilson also knows nothing, but don't worry, we are calling the highest echelons in our government to find out what is going on. Triumvirate Council Member, Fleet Admiral O'Toole will be on it. Rest assured we'll get to the bottom of this. In the meantime...more tea?"

Leafanistani Embassy, The Northern Baltic
"Certainly", he said trying to appear polite as he held his cup out for another cup of tea.

Foreign Offices of The Northern Baltic, Die Boerstaat, Tower B
A dozen armed guards moved the small package through the hallway. It was going straight to the Top Foriegn Council Head himself.

Nokland Mine, Current NLF HQ
"We got incoming, sir!", a young radio operator yelled.
"What is it?", the General asked.
"Nukes. Lots of them. This whole place is gonna blow!", he answeared.
"Tell everyone to retreat to the FastTram. Tell everyone to retreat. Evacuate everything we can.", said the General in a panicked voice.

In the time before the missiles landed, the second largest evacuation in the NLF's history took place. The NLF hoped that only a few hundred troops would remain at the base before the missiles came, but time will tell how effective the evacuation would be.

Leafanistani Embassy, The Northern Baltic
"Certainly", he said trying to appear polite as he held his cup out for another cup of tea.

The consular smiled nervously as he waited, he knew if he was really this ignorant it would cost him his career. He'd probably be a consular to the puffins in Antarctica wearing nothing but a giant map of Die Boerstaat.

The computer beeped and the consular felt a mix of relief and apprehension, on the one hand, this could be validation, or the other a scathing mix of curses and threats from Foreign Minister Wilson. He pushed the button and a fashionable painting in the bookcase slid open. A large screen was revealed and it went to silent static. Then a series of flashes and suddenly Minister Wilson appeared on the screen and in the corner was another screen but with no one in it. Faint bodies, possibly naked moved in the background. Then suddenly, Triumvirate Council Member, Fleet Admiral O'Toole's head appeared.

Foreign Minister Wilson nodded and the sound kicked in.

"Hello, I'm Foreign Minister Wilson, and to my side is Triumvirate Council Member, Fleet Admiral O'Toole, so Mr. Cambel, what exactly is this about?"

The six million Logistics Corps personnel began to turn the parts of Skgorrian-occupied Boerstaat that were not home to diamonds or gold into the world's largest naval and air base through the simple expedient of building over the entire nation. Tarmac, concrete, hardened shelters, robot factories, housing blocks, the works.

All to provide the new Pact of Iron navies with a base. The zone is now known as Airstrip One.

"Good evening Foreign Minister Wilson and Fleet Admiral O'Toole. I am here because, as you might know, a 707 plane which was thought to be hijacked was blown up in the water a few days ago. After reviewing video and audio footage, we concluded that this was a plane belonging to the Northern Baltic Airlines and it was not hijacked, but instead was suffering mechanical difficulties. We reilize how this error could've been made easily, however we do believe a simple apology is in order from your goverment", said Mark Cambel. He was careful to speak slowely and annunciate.

"Good evening Foreign Minister Wilson and Fleet Admiral O'Toole. I am here because, as you might know, a 707 plane which was thought to be hijacked was blown up in the water a few days ago. After reviewing video and audio footage, we concluded that this was a plane belonging to the Northern Baltic Airlines and it was not hijacked, but instead was suffering mechanical difficulties. We reilize how this error could've been made easily, however we do believe a simple apology is in order from your goverment", said Mark Cambel. He was careful to speak slowely and annunciate.

Foreign Minister Wilson sighed audibly and nodded off to the side. His picture moved up to the top left corner while Fleet Admiral O'Toole's picture descended to the bottom right and the other half the screen showed a map of Leafanistan.

Minister Wilson spoke first while rubbing his temple. "Mr. Cambel, I don't know what you are talking about", he paused to allow the map to reveal Die Boerstaat. "We haven't deployed any forces to Die Boerstaat and we have just been informed of the situation."

O'Toole cut him off very loudly, "Look, Mr. Cambel, the Corporate Alliance, not the Glorious Republic is the one coordinating the operation. Let me explain in more detail."

The Map of Leafanistan enlarged and colors changed to show its various colonies and autonomous republics.

"Our Autonomous Republics have a lot of Autonomy, we charge income taxes, they give us defense, and we owe them governmental services and mutual defense. They have been shielding prominent members of the Red Mafia, and most likely allows Mafia operations in their bases because the Mafia pay the Autonomous Republic's taxes. The Mafia operates in the Colonies because we have no influence there beyond militarily and sending forces in to arrest them and most likely come into combat with Autonomous Republican Local Militias would alienate a good combined 800,000,000 citizens in our colonies."

"The Mafia's dealings in our country are well documented and during the Reconstruction Period we forced them out of the Mainland. However, by promising defense from foreign conquerers taking advantage of Leafanistan's Civil War, the Mafia corrupted our Colonies. Furthermore to get the Colonies back we were forced to sign a very restricting treaty preventing us from interfering in their Internal Matters, crime enforcement being one of them."

"The Mafia used its military influence, and economic influence to further entrench themselves into the Colonies including becoming the entirety of the General Resources Inc. Foreign Legions in our colonies. They then use these forces and foreign mercenaries to spread their influence."

A map appeared showing an island chain and Die Boerstaat with sectors marked in red.

"A few years ago the Corporate Alliance assisted the Mafia in helping to capture a large group of islands called 'Galation', the Corporate Alliance gave the Mafia nearly a quarter of the islands and their oil fields and with that the Mafia has begun calling themselves the Republic of the Red Islands. They use the oil income and stolen war loot from their operations to fund themselves and launch offensives with the Corporate Alliance."

A picture appeared showing various legal and illegal ways to gain income.

"They deal mostly in resources such as iron, gold, the illegal export of diamonds from Rovonia, and more recently the large oil fields in the Galations. However they also make a large portion of their income from selling illegal weapons with large factories in their various conquered lands."

The map disappeared and the faces returned to their old positions.

"Mr. Cambel, your country has been fighting the Corporate Alliance, not the Glorious Republic, and for various political reasons we cannot help you in any way."

Foreign Minister Wilson had a very compassionate look as Mr. Cambel must have felt the worst embarrassment of his life.

Foriegn Sector, The Northern Baltic
Mr. Cambel was indeed embarrassed. He silently left the room and his armored Land Rover pulled up. He got inside and ordered it to go to his last stop: the Atopianan embassy.

Military Base Codename: Dragon Head, Die Boerstaat
"Get those missiles on their launcher racks!", Lt. Col. Norstrong ordered.
The NLF members carefully slid the missiles onto their launch racks while several dozen Scud missile launchers moved into position. The Scud missile launchers were built off of the frames of T-55 tanks. The firing crews put in the coordinates supplied by Northern Baltic spy satellite. They were planning on hitting several main DBRA military bases as well as several diamond minds in hopes of at least collapsing them. New Type-95 guns positioned themselves in ditches dug for them as they began opening fire on DBRA positions. The same thing was happening all across the front. Several KT-2 anti-satellite missiles were ready for when the DBRA satellites came into position. They were prepared to fire on them when they did.

Foriegn Sector, The Northern Baltic
Mr. Cambel was indeed embarrassed. He silently left the room and his armored Land Rover pulled up. He got inside and ordered it to go to his last stop: the Atopianan embassy.

Military Base Codename: Dragon Head, Die Boerstaat
"Get those missiles on their launcher racks!", Lt. Col. Norstrong ordered.
The NLF members carefully slid the missiles onto their launch racks while several dozen Scud missile launchers moved into position. The Scud missile launchers were built off of the frames of T-55 tanks. The firing crews put in the coordinates supplied by Northern Baltic spy satellite. They were planning on hitting several main DBRA military bases as well as several diamond minds in hopes of at least collapsing them. New Type-95 guns positioned themselves in ditches dug for them as they began opening fire on DBRA positions. The same thing was happening all across the front. Several KT-2 anti-satellite missiles were ready for when the DBRA satellites came into position. They were prepared to fire on them when they did.

The constant attacks had initially caught DBRA offguard but now they were turning up the heat. Earwigs flew near constant sorties as Combat Air Patrol, mostly to intimidate the enemy. Far more capable equipment was being brought in. The Earwigs suffered from the fact that they were designed mostly for an outdated concept of gun and run strike bombing. Their surveillance equipment was outdated and dedicated surveillance craft would now fly with Earwigs.w

MiG-21RF Fishbed-Js now flew in the Earwig Finger Fours, as the lead aircraft. Their more advanced RADAR and powerful cameras would reveal terrain and the photographs were being used to create detailed maps of Die Boerstaat.

A normal patrol spotted an odd thermal buildup as the initial bombardment begun. The border in the Republic's Zone was hit hard and 40 regulars in their Technicals were killed along with 40 domestically trained forces.

Within minutes the Fishbed-JRs would be all over the site radioing in telemetry for the counterbattery fire.

The Republic never believed in artillery guns except for static defense as they were slow. Modern warfare was fast and in a mechanized division there was no time to stop, set up, fire one round at a time and go again. BM-21 Grads began returning fire in massive salvos, each one fired 40 122mm high explosive fragmentation rounds in a few seconds and with a reload time comparable to that of an artillery gun, it was like having an entire artillery battery on a single truck.

Dozens of these BM-21s began firing a sheet of flame toward the enemy. By now the Scuds were spotted by the MiG recon planes and Earwigs quickly converged on them. TELs were hard to track down but the destruction of a single one could save hundreds of lives. In the meantime, nearby bases scrambled to finally have a chance to chase down the cowards.

Kalimaga Army Base, Border, Under Fire

Cap. Moboto was formerly a member of the racist revolving door prisons where he was sent for crimes he didn't commit, then ejected, recommited, and rejected. With the liberation of Die Boerstaat by the Republic and her allies, he joined the newly formed DBRA forces to fight for liberation.

He was at his post, guarding the front of his base. He was nodding off as the midmorning sun was beating down on him. The occasional air patrol woke him up as he flitted from consciousness. Then something odd, like an earthquake, but short and staccato. He got up and put his hand up. He could hear rumbling, then a whistling noise. He was still confused when the first shell smashed nearby, sending shrapnel to shred the man in the post next to him, a neat star shaped hole clear through his left eye. He paniked and went back inside the small shack and hit the alert button. Then the real bombardment began.

He couldn't even hear the klaxon and watched as men ducked inside barracks that occasionally burst into flames as shells smashed into them. Then he could hear something, words from a voice so frightening that if that voice said to jack off in the direction of the second coming of Jesus Christ he would do it no questions asked. It was his commander, a hardass, a veteran of the defense of the Blackhelm Confederacy who had seen vicious combat and never wanted to see his men torn down the way he saw it.

"YOU FUCKING GODAWFUL SLACKERS GET THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR HOLES AND GET OUT THIS BASE."

Cpt. Moboto stood up and picked up his service rifle. He began to run out as more and more shells destroyed the base. He could seen the remains of the originally 4,500 strong 3rd DBRA Infantry Brigade moving toward the base exterior. Standing there with a portable microphone, shouting into the base speakers, and who appeared to be missing an arm there was Cmdr. Perry screaming at them. A medic was hastily patching the arm and had just stopped the bleeding and was telling the Commander to rest. Perry had none of that and delivered a sermon that would have scared Pluto back to Hades.

The men gathered in front of Perry as he pointed toward the motor pool that currently was being spared by the artillery.

"You sorry excuses for soldiers get into those Jeeps and tear some heads off. Make them pay for every last shell they fired."

Amazingly despite nearly a 1/3rd of their number killed by the initial bombardment and many were slightly injured they fell into attention and saluted him. Moboto himself felt proud as he ran toward the jeeps carrying the Commander himself as blood loss had tired him out. He put him onto a medical jeep as Cpt. Moboto got onto another jeep that was headed into the combat zone.

He could hear the screech of their counter battery fire, BM-21 Grad MRLSs opening fire as he and his men greedily chased after the receding rockets.

He couldn't wait until he was close enough to see the look on those racist monsters as his brigade of 'inferior' blacks destroyed them.

- Die Boerstaat Border-
Under the cover of darkness 12 people prepared to cross an isolated part oft he border.

-East Coast Port-
"Here is the shipment of vehicles as ordered, we are departing now." The ship departed delivering it's cargo, watching the enemy forces as they left.
(RP smokescreen!)

North of the Skgorrian Lines

On the other side of the river, the missile strike landed. In an incredible feat of shooting 2,000 of the MIRVs were destroyed by the NLF air defences, but this still left 4,500 warheads to strike the nation to the north. The half of the country closest to the border was subjected to 4,500 650KT detonations, blasts powerful enough to incinerate man and machine at point of impact and wreak devastation for miles.

Ten minutes after the main salvo had landed, the first of the hundred missiles slammed its MIRVs into the main doors of the HQ and the area around it.

Skgorrian Interior

The latest transport to arrive in Die Boerstaat had finished unloading its troops, now just over half a million Skgorrian forces were in the SAZ. As the Atopians continued to tarmac and reconstruct the nation, the Skgorrian formations stepped up their agressive patrolling and sweeped through the mostly-deserted interior of the zone. The few holdouts and survivors were transported to detention camps if they could be taken alive, otherwise they would be killed.

North of the Skgorrian Lines:

Just moments after the Skgorrian barrage hit, the Atopian salvo impacted. With the air defences neutralised by the SSRF weapons, all 15,000 650KT warheads landed across the nation. Every five square kilometres, a warhead. Once the entire country had been hit, the remaining few warheads landed on targets of military importance - ten, for example, on and around the region of the underground HQ.

- Die Boerstaat Border-
Under the cover of darkness 12 people prepared to cross an isolated part oft he border.

Their first obstacle would be the first electric fence. Put up during the Sudafrika incident to prevent Boers from escaping and prevent Sudafrikan Troops from entering. The fence was double layered and had a concrete foundation 2 meters down to defeat simple tunneling. The center had a laser trip wire.

After that was a hastily dug 2 meter deep, 6 meters wide trench with local timber shoring up the sides. It was meant as both a defensive measure and could be filled with mines and used as an antitank trench. Far to the west the trenches were connected to the lake via a dam.

A few kilometers ahead were lights, the lights of a joycamp brutally working the remainders of the Boer population to death. With an entire company of troops guarding them.

Commander Lock ordered his men to tie the three small fishing ships they drifted ashore with in a small, but suitable cave that was connected to the water. Intellegence examined this cave months before to conclude that it wouldn't fill during high tide. He wispered to them silently, "McCarty you take your platoon and take point. Putin take your platoon ahead to preform recon, but stay within 60 feet of McCarty's platoon. Anderson split up your platoon and take the sides and Kamenev you take rear. Now go." The group consisting of 100 elite paratroopers was careful to remain silent while moving up the switchbacks on the coast. They spent hours memorizing every painful detail about patrols in this area and knew how much time that had to move in between them. Within a few seconds, after the scouts gave the ok, they all moved over the road into the trees and heavy brush on the other side of the road. Then they activated their night vision goggles.

Meanwhile the same situation happened nearly ten miles away, however the group was originally brought into the country as Northern Baltic construction workers. They suited up in an empty cave and also began moving towerds their target. All of the groups were armed with AS Val silenced assault rifles and PSS Vul pistols.

An NLF squad was busy digging under two military bases to the north. They used oxygen tanks and air pumps to deliver air to the tunnel. They were making progress and from a powerful GPS locater, they found out that they were about 50 feet from the fuel storage building towerds the center of the base. Getting under the walls shouldn't be tricky as they were digging 25 feet below the surface.

The fourth squad had the task to place explosives under the barracks of their intended target: a Leafanistani joy camp. They also were able to place a few explosives under the outer wall and a few guard towers however time was not on their side and they had to hurry. The good news was that they were only about 15 feet away from the barracks. The squads should start setting up for the attack in about a half an hour. The time for attack was planned at 1:45 am.

-Border-
While the North Baltic hurriedly attempted to dig a simple tunnel, Black Hand, being the master of tunnel warfare had already set up the right equipment for the job. Using a specialized Tankette that was designed for such a purpose they began digging a 10 meter deep hole, well under the lines of most defenses, their goal, to emerge right in the center of one of their prisons, a sneak attack like no other. Of course the time to allow this meant that more soldiers would soon be arriving, eventually around 100 Black Hand and a couple hundred meat shields.

The explosives were quickly set onto the base of the fuel storage buildings. The NLF crews quickly moved out of the tunnel and into the connecting cave and detonated the two 1,000 ton IEDs. Now they listened over the radio for results on the effect of the explosion.

The explosives were quickly set onto the base of the fuel storage buildings. The NLF crews quickly moved out of the tunnel and into the connecting cave and detonated the one kiloton IED. Now they listened over the radio for results on the effect of the explosion.

The detonation exploded and set off the fuel tanks, the resulting fireball swallowed the whole base, fence parts fly through the air, and entire sheds are vaporized. The tunnel collapses because the rocky fractured volcanic soil falls in.

Thanks to the advanced cameras of a nearby MiG-21 recorded probably the largest non-nuclear scorchmark in the history of the Republic. The chatter jumps up exponentially as pilots, nearby bases, and joycamp guards start yelling into their various radios. However, the response isn't for a rescue, there is no response except to shut up.

A few minutes later, trucks begin showing up at nearby bases, each one stamped with a Kraven Eagle and the double hammers, and the sound of armored jackboots hits the soil. Camp guards run into their buildings and come out wearing Kreigsmarine Uniforms. Their rifles are now Corporate Carbines.

From the looks of it, it seems like the Kraven Corporation and Kreigsmarine, had taken over. Flags were being changed, and stickers were being hastily slapped on stuff.

Rauchenwurfrahmen 40 units moved into various border camps. Kommandopanzerwagen 251S accompanied them along with the SdKfz 251 halftracks.

The radio chatter now changed, it was Kraven Battle Language, firm and distinct.

"What the hell?", said Commander Lock as he looked through his scope. "Kraven Corperation? What the hell are they doing here?", he whispered to Commander Putin. Commander Putin whispered back, "I say we set up the dummies with the blank firing machine guns around the camp."
Commander Lock fell silent as he analyzed the situation.
He was about to give a responce when he noticed several SdKfz 251 halftracks with rocket launchers on them and the SdKfz 251 halftracks with miniguns mounted on them.
"Commander McCarty take the Kornet E's we have and set up them up around the base targeting those halftracks at a 80 yard range. Commander Putin split up your squad and set up the blank-firing dummies around the base. The rest of you set up firing positions around the base. Oh and set up those four mortars."
"But sir, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Of course! The bomb! I'll radio them when I want it detonated."
"Lt. Platoney this is Commander Lock prepare to detonate the bomb on my command."
"Yes sir, we just finished wiring it."
"Good now stand by for orders."
After all the Commanders radioed back, he gave the order for the Kornet E's to start the firefight. After they fired, the dummies and the rest of the troops would begin open firing, including the mortars, then once the base was put into an alert status, the four 122mm shells that were tied to the foundation of the barracks would detonate.
1...2...3...FIRE!

"What the hell?", said Commander Lock as he looked through his scope. "Kraven Corperation? What the hell are they doing here?", he whispered to Commander Putin. Commander Putin whispered back, "I say we set up the dummies with the blank firing machine guns around the camp."
Commander Lock fell silent as he analyzed the situation.
He was about to give a responce when he noticed several SdKfz 251 halftracks with rocket launchers on them and the SdKfz 251 halftracks with miniguns mounted on them.
"Commander McCarty take the Kornet E's we have and set up them up around the base targeting those halftracks at a 50-60 yard range. Commander Putin split up your squad and set up the blank-firing dummies around the base. The rest of you set up firing positions around the base. Oh and set up those four mortars."
"But sir, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Of course! The bomb! I'll radio them when I want it detonated."
"Lt. Platoney this is Commander Lock prepare to detonate the bomb on my command."
"Yes sir, we just finished wiring it."
"Good now stand by for orders."
After all the Commanders radioed back, he gave the order for the Kornet E's to start the firefight. After they fired, the dummies and the rest of the troops would begin open firing, including the mortars, then once the base was put into an alert status, the four 122mm shells that were tied to the foundation of the barracks would detonate.
1...2...3...FIRE!


The explosion shattered the barracks and people soared out landing into the dirt. Dozens of Kreigsmarine are dead and the remaining Kreigsmarine fled from the explosion site and ran behind cover.

The Capitol Police didn't budge but simply looked at the situation. They began to move toward the vehicles when the first of the Kornets lit up. One, Unit-2341S fired his GPMG at the missile at scored a hit, saving his Kommandopanzerwagen 251S. 5 of the Sdkfz 251 halftracks were destroyed and killed 3 Capitol Police and 7 Kreigsmarine hiding behind them. However, the Kommandopanzerwagens fared better. Their CIWS guns quickly mowed them down as the Rauchenwurfrahmen 40's activated their rockets and sent the cluster shells soaring into the air. Instead of explosions, smoke clusters flew out. The smoke mortars came out and confused the remainder of the Kornets from making visual contact and the vehicles moved out of the way.

At the Joycamp the Capitol Police moved forward into the smoke, their Integrated SmartGun systems moved into forests, firing at anything living. The remaining Kommandopanzerwagens activated their Radio jammers and put them onto heavy, and all radios die.

-Border-
"Kraven Corp you say?" The officer said stunned, but the look soon turned to glee. "Do we have any Templars?" "20 Sir." "Exeelent, how much farther,"
"Another few hours and we'll be at the point to start going up." "Good."

A full retreat was ordered. Dozens of Type 59-II tanks moved through the forest towerds the advancing APCs. They were supported by squads of NLF Assault Troopers armed with RPG-29s and Ak-105s. They closed in on three sides and tried to keep in line to avoid friendly fire. Once the left flank spotted flashes of light in the smoke, they all opened fire. The same happened on the north, and east flanks as well.

The tanks had made a gigantic mistake. The APCs weren't advancing, but under the cover of smoke; retreating. The infantry was going ahead and the heavy tank rounds confused the flashes of Kraven GPMGs and Corporate Carbines firing toward distant targets.

Only 10 minutes had passed and the battle was in full swing. The tank rounds cooked the air, cutting holes in the smoke that were quickly closed. As the smoke began to clear BM-21 Grads in the distance fired smoke rockets toward the battle was MiG-21s kept patrols up.

Their Infrared Sensors had picked up tanks and other heavy vehicles. The air force was about to strike. Earwigs had scrambled with heavy 500lb bombs and were starting their attack run. The bombs, guided by infrared tips toward the hot tanks and APCs.

The Kraven Troopers were armed with Panzerfaust 3s which integrated with the SmartGun system and opened fire onto the tanks. Hopefully the modern launcher was able to shred the oncoming armored assault.

In the rear, more and more Kreigsmarine quickly got into their uniforms and rushed to the front line. Their trucks and jeeps tearing up the roads, and thankfully dozens of T-72s were ready to respond. They began their slow advance. This was getting to be a major assault and they needed to respond in force.

The Joycamp prisoners took advantage of the chaos and began to run, thousands were running all at once, until finally the Kreigsmarine got a call on the lined phone to mow down anyone attempting to get away.

Nearly 30% of the prisoners had fled toward the forest, screaming and waving their thin white shirts around as flags of surrender. Behind them the actual APCs were moving in filled with Kreigsmarine with FN 303s and tasers to catch those escaping. On the dual GPMG mounts the machine guns were making the runners duck and get captured again.

A dozen elite troopers moved through the thick of battle quickly and stayed low in an attempt to rescue the prisoners. Another squad was moving a distence behind the first squad to run the prisoners back to the fishing ships. Meanwhile, the tanks started picking up speed when NLF T-80s joined the battle. They would break their line formations and some of the following Assault Troops got in position on the tanks with RPG-29s and KPVs. Recoiless rifle and heavy machine gun technicals joined them in their attack on the retreating APCs.

In a landside victory, the Freedom Party won elections in Sudafrika taking 30 out of 34 seats in the parliment and winning the Prime Minister position. Its candadite, Akan Ibo later said to reporters, "I want to give the people of Sudafrika what I promised them and that is a better econamy. We have several trade treaties on the table with the Northern Baltic and we are currently looking over them. They seem to be very generous terms and in order for the econamy of Sudafrika to improve, we must enter the international market." He offered no response to the growing crises devolping south of Sudafrika, but no one seemed to take notice.

A dozen elite troopers moved through the thick of battle quickly and stayed low in an attempt to rescue the prisoners. Another squad was moving a distence behind the first squad to run the prisoners back to the fishing ships. Meanwhile, the tanks started picking up speed when NLF T-80s joined the battle. They would break their line formations and some of the following Assault Troops got in position on the tanks with RPG-29s and KPVs. Recoiless rifle and heavy machine gun technicals joined them in their attack on the retreating APCs.

In the thick smoke the cross fire was intense. Thankfully only the Kreigsmarine were taking any significant casualties and even then it was small. The Capitol Police could easily distinguish friend from foe via sound and thermal signature. Non gen-mod people, which meant the enemy were on average shorter and emitted less heat than the taller and most adrenaline fueled Kreigsmarine.

At range the Capitol Police found that the enemy rifles merely bounced off their armor, the GPMG truly earned its reputation as Kraven's Chainsaw. The SmartGun system, high cyclic rate of fire, and the Capitol Police's excellent control of the weapon meant it was like using a burst fire assault rifle. Their accuracy was nearly unmatched and they easily picked off the heads of the enemy.

However the first casualty of the Capitol Police came when a lucky RPG round slammed into him and punched a hole through the armor. Because the body couldn't leave the person inside was liquefied and began to pour out the hole. The Capitol Police adapted and removed their rifle grenades from their belts. They took out their secondary weapon, the Corporate Carbine, loaded with blanks to fire the rifle grenades. Soon nearly in unison, a series of thumps and subdued flashes soared toward the enemy still struggling in the thick smoke. The Capitol Police fixed their 18" bayonets and began moving faster than before. They were going tear through the enemy.

The T-80s already being engaged by infrared guided bombs soon found themselves exiting the smoke cloud and meeting the first of the armored personnel carriers joining the battle. Those inside attempted to flee but soon burning half tracks littered the battlefield. They took advantage of their speed and turn radius and began to run away as the first of the 'silver bullet' depleted uranium penetrators of the T-72s began to move toward them.

The retreating APCs began to turn around and move back toward the battle as more and more heavy units joined them. Their heavy GPMGs thudded at the enemy while brave Kreigsmarine stood up and attempted to fire 57mm LAWs at the approaching vehicles.

The chaos of battle was terrific as brown water naval units scrambled to get out of docks in the river and lake and rush toward the front attempting to join in the fray.

Dozens of T-80s were quickly destroyed. However, dozens more arrived to fill the places of those that were destroyed. They were supported by swarms of NLF Assault Troopers armed with Ak-105s, RPK-74s, RPG-29s and A-91 Compacts. They took heavy losses from the grenades, but when the Capitol Police emerged from the smoke with their 18" bayonets, they joined the tanks in a full attack on enemy positions. The tanks quickly surged fowerd, machine guns blazing away, hoping to run over or shoot the advancing enemy troops. The troops stayed to the rear of the tanks, but whenever an enemy was spotted, surged fowerd and opened fire at them using grenades, rocket launchers, or whatever else they had in their arsenal.

Dozens of T-80s were quickly destroyed. However, dozens more arrived to fill the places of those that were destroyed. They were supported by swarms of NLF Assault Troopers armed with Ak-105s, RPK-74s, RPG-29s and A-91 Compacts. They took heavy losses from the grenades, but when the Capitol Police emerged from the smoke with their 18" bayonets, they joined the tanks in a full attack on enemy positions. The tanks quickly surged fowerd, machine guns blazing away, hoping to run over or shoot the advancing enemy troops. The troops stayed to the rear of the tanks, but whenever an enemy was spotted, surged fowerd and opened fire at them using grenades, rocket launchers, or whatever else they had in their arsenal.

More and more T-72s and other vehicles joined the conflict. Soon all manner of lighter vehicles began to move in. The Capitol Police began a tactical retreat back into the smoke as the second barrage began.

Another series of smoke rockets fired by far away BM-21 Grads was launched. They would provide cover as the Capitol Police began to dwindle in number. Soon more half tracks carrying more and more Capitol Police, now with a greater ratio of anti-tank weapons arrived.

The first of the 2S3 203mm Assault Guns arrived on the scene and began pounding away. The roar of the cannons nearly defeaned the soldiers. More and more Earwigs poured more and more bombs onto the reinforcing enemy vehicles. They didn't want to risk bombing their own forces so they tried to keep at least 500 meters from them, attempting to severe major roads, bridges and other paths.

Unit 5555 was on the battlefield, weak bullets pinging off his armor his breathing starting to become tired and sweat began to build. For the first time in his life he was tired and he reveled in it. His armor was soaked in blood and he had to open his right glove for a second to clear the blood from his thermal visors that let him see in the thick smoke. He detached a skull from the end of his bayonet and tossed it at a charging trooper.

The skull neatly knocked him over and he sent a few rounds thudding toward him. The charge of the enemy was no match for their superior forces. However, heavy units were slowing them down. He could see the thermal outline of a tank approaching and ducked into a crater. He poked his GPMG out to mow down a line of troops trying to drag a heavy machine gun. Then he lept out of the hole onto the tank, he tore the door off its hinges and delighted in the smell of oil and sweat inside.

He never knew sex but he sure felt it. He couldn't fit, but his gun could. He removed his Corporate Carbine, loaded a magazine of steel core bullets that would ricochet and cause havok inside and emptied the entire 32 round magazine within.

Meanwhile the rest of his Platoon moved forward like a drill, cutting through enemies. The attached Kreigsmarine Company was mostly gone, but still attempting to keep up with the Capitol Police. The radio jamming made traditional contact impossible so they couldn't be reinforced unless they sent a runner. The Kreigsmarine careless attitude toward their ammo had exhausted them and they were mostly carrying stolen weapons from the enemy, or from fallen Capitol Police.

Unit 5555 was disgusted at their lack of training but joined in their shared blood lust. He heard people firing in the mist at him, he felt a round dent the armor, and he was enraged. He dropped his Corporate Carbine and its extra banana clipped 32 round magazine into a rather surprised Kreigsmarine who happily picked it up and got on top of the tank to see what Unit 5555 had done to the inside. The armored trooper turned with his GPMG raised and unleashed a sustained burst. His GPMG was rated at 1800 RPM and like most GPMGs with their high rate of fire and a distinctive muzzle brake, it sounded almost like an electric Gatling Gun or perhaps a chainsaw, tearing through flesh and bone.

Joycamp 8 Command Bunker

Oddly enough it was the only building not targetted in the attack and its telephone lines had survived long enough for Central DBRA authorities to order a tactical retreat to Barber's Creek 1.3 kilometers to the south to join up with Colonel Hesse who was dressed in a Reichmarshall's uniform at the moment.

His armored brigade was loaded with heavy guns and upgraded T-72s, along with just 5 Leman Russ SBTs. The runners were sent out with messages in Battle Language to the 10 Platoons of Capitol Police now in the smoke to do a tactical retreat.

However, the mood in the Command Bunker was of defiance, they couldn't let the enemy special forces into the lower areas and 2 Platoons of Capitol Police along with a Company of Kreigsmarine were to stay behind as HT-50s were called in to transport the 'cargo' out of the complex. There was no way they were going to find out what was happening.

Forest Line

A prisoner stumbled about, his ankle twisted but still running. He was malnourished and finally fell into a hastily dug trench and looked up to see an NLF spec ops. He praised God and turned to the man.

"There is something going on underground, you have to get inside their bunker. What they did was horrible."

It was around this time that it was painfully obvious that there were no women or children to be found at this Joycamp, at least from those prisoners that were escaping.

The Beach: 3 Miles from the Front Lines
700 NB Assault Marines moved up the beach in the early hours of the morning. They wore NLF uniforms and patches and were checked three times to make sure nothing they wore could be traced back to the Northern Baltic. They carried SVT sniper rifles to rake accurate fire on the Capitol Police. They also carried SKS rifles and were armed with grenades to fire from the tops of them. Several of them carried PT Anti-tank rifles. A dozen or so carried RPK-74 machine guns and a few dozen more carried RPG-29 Rocket Launchers. They heard the fire coming from the front lines and rushed to help their comrades.

The Front Lines
The Type 59-II tank that had been victim of Unit 5555 was badly damaged. Oil began leaking from the engine and slowely started dripping. It moved slowely at first, but the shake from a nerby explosion cause the oil to leak much faster and it raced towerds the flame. Jack Goodman was unable to move. His arms and legs were caught under a pile of rubble and he was forced to watch what would soon be his doom. No less then two minutes after Unit 5555 tore through the door, the tank exploded. The explosion did not instantly kill Jack. Jack was badly bleeding from his chest as several pieces of metal went right through it. It was when the unused rounds began firing that Jack finnaly met his end.

Casualites were high, but the NLF kept firing. RPG-29 crews moved through the battlefield to attempt to take care of the T-72's. Sa-2's and Sa-6's were ready to open fire on any plane that came on the radar. IED's had been laid all along the two roads leading up to the Joycamp.
Meanwhile, the first squad provide covering fire while the second squad moved the prisoner to the third squad and so on. They would formulate a plane to get into the underground bunker after they got the man to saftey.

The Beach: 3 Miles from the Front Lines
700 NB Assault Marines moved up the beach in the early hours of the morning. They wore NLF uniforms and patches and were checked three times to make sure nothing they wore could be traced back to the Northern Baltic. They carried SVT sniper rifles to rake accurate fire on the Capitol Police. They also carried SKS rifles and were armed with grenades to fire from the tops of them. Several of them carried PT Anti-tank rifles. A dozen or so carried RPK-74 machine guns and a few dozen more carried RPG-29 Rocket Launchers. They heard the fire coming from the front lines and rushed to help their comrades.


As they crossed the water toward the front lines they came under fire from RIB's with GPMGs. A few even had RPG-7s and had begun firing thermobaric rounds. They were loaded with normal DBRA Coast Patrols.

The Front Lines
The Type 59-II tank that had been victim of Unit 5555 was badly damaged. Oil began leaking from the engine and slowely started dripping. It moved slowely at first, but the shake from a nerby explosion cause the oil to leak much faster and it raced towerds the flame. Jack Goodman was unable to move. His arms and legs were caught under a pile of rubble and he was forced to watch what would soon be his doom. No less then two minutes after Unit 5555 tore through the door, the tank exploded. The explosion did not instantly kill Jack. Jack was badly bleeding from his chest as several pieces of metal went right through it. It was when the unused rounds began firing that Jack finnaly met his end.

Casualites were high, but the NLF kept firing. RPG-29 crews moved through the battlefield to attempt to take care of the T-72's. Sa-2's and Sa-6's were ready to open fire on any plane that came on the radar. IED's had been laid all along the two roads leading up to the Joycamp.
Meanwhile, the first squad provide covering fire while the second squad moved the prisoner to the third squad and so on. They would formulate a plane to get into the underground bunker after they got the man to saftey.

Unit 5555 was a few feet away, the grateful Kreigsmarine no where to be found when the tank detonated. The blast wave knocked him down and cleared a small opening in the smoke. Instinctively another smoke grenade came sailing into the hole as black smoke began to fill the opening.

More and more smoke grenades, rockets, mortars of all sorts poured into the battlefield to confuse the infantry. Unit 5555 got back up, a hole in his armor, a piece of metal had passed straight through his side but missed vital organs. He groaned and got up and felt a sharp sting. Biofoam deployers on the inside of the suit had begun applying the protein-based foam over the wound to seal it up. An autoinjector full of adrenaline and morphine injected into his veins and he felt an uplift of energy.

The IEDs were causing a minor headache for the tank crews who more often than not found themselves shaken and gladly taken out of service for repairs. Light vehicles found themselves utterly devestated.

The smoke bombardment was trying to encompass the whole front line and it was growing wider. In space it seemed like the entire north of Die Boerstaat was having a blizzard.

The T-72s stayed to the safety of the perimeter of the smoke line, moving back and forth while D-30 122mm Artillery guns set themselves out there. The plan was to let the continually reinforcing infantry to destroy what was in the smoke cloud and when anything emerged, blast them to shreds.

So far not a single tank managed to leave the smoke cloud. The T-72s continued to fire at extreme range toward them. Infantry who tried to escape the thick smoke were usually gunned down long ago.

The Kreigsmarine, all 2 Divisions, 40,000 men were all in the smoke with their associated half-tracks. Normal infantry divisions were prepared to reinforce should the enemy break through the smoke lines.

It was unlikely because the numbers were so small.

He picked up a hot shard of metal from the destroyed tank. He grinded his teeth, manually activated another morphine shot and held the thing over the red-hot tank fire until the shard was red hot. He then pushed it into his armor, the metal sticking to the iridian ore composite.

He lifted up his GPMG, and continued firing controlled bursts into the enemy as the smoke cloud got larger and larger.

Meanwhile the navy had been moving its larger destroyers and cruisers toward the front and the first Tomahawk Cruise missiles began to leave the ships. They were aimed for the tanks rushing toward the battlefield but were yet far enough away from the friendly forces to minimize casualties.

-Border-
"The enemy forces have all deployed their reserves against the North Baltic forces," the intellegence officer said. "Good, then it's time to strike, is everyone ready?" "The men are already in the tunnel and ready to strike."
"Good, deploy now."

A group of 33 soldiers, mixed in with 6 of the large hulking Templars awaited for the drilling charge to finish. Finally seconds after nearing the top the Driller gave a sudden burst of speed and broke the earth behind the soldiers barracks of the camp, running at 15 mph it rammed the barracks wall and exploded. Seconds later Nod soldiers swarmed out the hole, the Nod troops moving into the barracks to wipe out any survivors, snipers taking position to start taking out guard towers, and the Templars waiting for the Capital police to show up.

Farther back, a reserve of 50 more soldiers and Templars began entering the tunnels to reinforce the first groups. Some carrying boxes simply labeled with ???!.

-Equipment-
25 Steyr Stg.77s
4 Mossberg 590s
3 Pierce Sniper Rifles
1 Flamethrower
3 Condor Gattling guns
3 Locust Rocket launchers

**Encrypted Message to Mafia Forces**

The Griffincrest Corporation has its forces prepared to assist you, just say the word.

-Border-
"The enemy forces have all deployed their reserves against the North Baltic forces," the intellegence officer said. "Good, then it's time to strike, is everyone ready?" "The men are already in the tunnel and ready to strike."
"Good, deploy now."

A group of 33 soldiers, mixed in with 6 of the large hulking Templars awaited for the drilling charge to finish. Finally seconds after nearing the top the Driller gave a sudden burst of speed and broke the earth behind the soldiers barracks of the camp, running at 15 mph it rammed the barracks wall and exploded. Seconds later Nod soldiers swarmed out the hole, the Nod troops moving into the barracks to wipe out any survivors, snipers taking position to start taking out guard towers, and the Templars waiting for the Capital police to show up.

Farther back, a reserve of 50 more soldiers and Templars began entering the tunnels to reinforce the first groups. Some carrying boxes simply labeled with ???!.

-Equipment-
25 Steyr Stg.77s
4 Mossberg 590s
3 Pierce Sniper Rifles
1 Flamethrower
3 Condor Gattling guns
3 Locust Rocket launchers

The wall smashed down onto a Capitol Police Hauptmann, his armor pinning him to the ground. The thick smoke poured into the room and GPMGs began firing into the fray. Their bayonets were already affixed and the soldiers charged toward the enemies.

In the meantime the lower bunker was being locked down with 5 inch steel doors.

The smoke was just as thick in the camp as everywhere else on the front. The guard towers began firing their 40mm grenade launchers and assault rifles onto the soldiers running about. Their FLIR systems penetrating the smoke.

**Encrypted Message to Mafia Forces**

The Griffincrest Corporation has its forces prepared to assist you, just say the word.

While our reserves haven't been deployed yet and we are redirected front line forces, we require any assistance we can get. This attack while rather small at first but based on the ferocity it is most likely a start of a very large attack.

Coordinates for Barbour's Air Force Base are as follows. A train is waiting for your troops. If you wish to send airborne troops from bases nearby in Beiraq you can drop them near the front. Equip thermal googles due to thick smoke screen.

-'Joy' Camp-
At least 8 of the Nod soldiers went down instantly from the gunfire, however the Templars simply switched to thermals. So as the soldiers charged out of the ruins of the barracks, they ran into a hail of Gattling fire, a rain of over 300 rounds swept back and forth across the building. 5.56 shells piling up on the ground around them. As soon as they ceased firing a group of Nod soldiers ran through the gunfire and reloaded them, 3 more falling in the process. However, if there was anyone left alive in the barracks, it would be a miracle.

Meanwhile the Rocket launcher equipped Templars began to fire upon ever guard tower in sight, attempting to topple them from the explosions while regular troops laid down blind supressing fire in the direction of muzzle flashes.

Seconds later a further 15 troops came up out of the tunnel, these carrying extra ammo and 4 more Templars as well as infared goggles and thermal goggles for the remaining troops.

Dozens of unarmed NLF troops worked in the early morning removing pieces railroad tracks across the country and made sure any train would not make it to their destination.

Meanwhile on the front lines...
A thick smoke covered the battlefield. For about a minute or so it was peaceful. Then, the mortars began firing. Using predetermined coordinates to be careful not to hit the camp, they fired at the outer wall and what was probaly the enemies front line. Then three dozen or so flamethrower squads used their flamethrowers against the Capitol Police while more squads provided support fire.
The NLF Assault Marines reached the lines in time to take part in the new attack. They split up into squads of 20 with each squad targeting one specific Capitol Police. All of them carried grenades and were given orders to use them sparingly.

-'Joy' Camp-
At least 8 of the Nod soldiers went down instantly from the gunfire, however the Templars simply switched to thermals. So as the soldiers charged out of the ruins of the barracks, they ran into a hail of Gattling fire, a rain of over 300 rounds swept back and forth across the building. 5.56 shells piling up on the ground around them. As soon as they ceased firing a group of Nod soldiers ran through the gunfire and reloaded them, 3 more falling in the process. However, if there was anyone left alive in the barracks, it would be a miracle.

Meanwhile the Rocket launcher equipped Templars began to fire upon ever guard tower in sight, attempting to topple them from the explosions while regular troops laid down blind supressing fire in the direction of muzzle flashes.

Seconds later a further 15 troops came up out of the tunnel, these carrying extra ammo and 4 more Templars as well as infared goggles and thermal goggles for the remaining troops.

The Capitol Police's armor was battered like crazy, they started moving back. The 5.56mm rounds weren't capable of penetrating at range, but at this close range and volume those close by were taken down.

When the guns stopped the ground was littered with various bodies. A few of them began to stand, nearly all of them removing their Corporate Carbines and attempting to return fire.

The barracks heavy fire attracted the attention of several armored vehicles who watched through thermal goggles as the Capitol Police died. They turned their heavy GPMGs toward the building, and began puncturing the thin steel walls of the barracks.

Technicals which had arrived on the scene as part of the regular troops turned their .50 caliber guns, and 14.5mm guns toward the building, sending a tremendous volume of ammo into the building.

Dozens of unarmed NLF troops worked in the early morning removing pieces railroad tracks across the country and made sure any train would not make it to their destination.

Meanwhile on the front lines...
A thick smoke covered the battlefield. For about a minute or so it was peaceful. Then, the mortars began firing. Using predetermined coordinates to be careful not to hit the camp, they fired at the outer wall and what was probaly the enemies front line. Then three dozen or so flamethrower squads used their flamethrowers against the Capitol Police while more squads provided support fire.
The NLF Assault Marines reached the lines in time to take part in the new attack. They split up into squads of 20 with each squad targeting one specific Capitol Police. All of them carried grenades and were given orders to use them sparingly.

OOC: Godmode, presumes tracks aren't guarded, their men spotted, or they were even in the country and knew which tracks to remove.

The mortar's inherent inaccuracy caused a few of them to venture into the camp, killing prisoners and only causing minor casualties.

The powerful thermal imaging equipment on the MiG's and satellites were now providing ever more accurate rocket fire from BM-21s and showed the commanders how small an enemy they were facing.

Despite how ferocious their attack was, they used only a few thousands troops compared to the tens of thousands on their way and the thousands already their. Combined with their advanced technology and overwhelming force, this incursion would end soon enough.

Unit 5555 had joined a small group of Kreigsmarine who were scared yet determined. A few had mild wounds and were sobbing quietly. Unit 5555 kept moving, shooting the occasional prisoner, and even eradicating an extermination squad.

The flamethrower unit caught the impromptu squad offguard. The front Kreigsmarine had no time to react and were quickly consumed. They suffered immediate trauma and died right there and then.

The ones in the rear found themselves struggling for air and cooking alive. Unit 5555 watched as his SmartGun system overloaded briefly and quickly switched to a lower calibration revealing the center of the flame. He lifted his gun, and didn't even need to pull the trigger as the rounds cooked off toward the flamethrower squad.

Sitting on the hills overlooking the warzone, soldiers of the Die Boerstaat Occupation Force laughed as they watched the battles rage.

This far into the Pact of Iron territory, now known as Airstrip One, they were safe from attack and could enjoy the view. Their BMP-3's hatches were open, cooling off in the summer heat. Two of the patrol were playing cards. Three were sitting around on ration boxes, swapping magazines and tall stories. The NCO and commander of the BMP was laughing at a dirty joke his radioman had just told him, while the BMP's driver and gunner were kissing under the shade of a nearby tree. The rest of the patrol lay in the long grass, taking it in turns to watch the violence through the scope of their unit's Dragunov.

Sitting on the hills overlooking the warzone, soldiers of the Die Boerstaat Occupation Force laughed as they watched the battles rage.

This far into the Pact of Iron territory, now known as Airstrip One, they were safe from attack and could enjoy the view. Their BMP-3's hatches were open, cooling off in the summer heat. Two of the patrol were playing cards. Three were sitting around on ration boxes, swapping magazines and tall stories. The NCO and commander of the BMP was laughing at a dirty joke his radioman had just told him, while the BMP's driver and gunner were kissing under the shade of a nearby tree. The rest of the patrol lay in the long grass, taking it in turns to watch the violence through the scope of their unit's Dragunov.

A message from DBRA, loud, indignant and rather kind considering the circumstances arrived in Atopianan and Skorggian hands.

"Where the hell are your forces? We require assistance. Get off your asses, help us, and we'll pay you back."

Official Atopian Government Response to DBRA Request:

Unfortunately a forces draw-down to a mere 500,000 troops plus logistical, air, and naval support means that at this time we cannot provide military assistance.

We recommend using tactical nuclear weapons.

Encrypted Message to Atopiana

Under the Corporate Alliance Charter:

1st Chapter:

1) All members must render assistance to any member that has been attacked or invaded by a nation not in the CA.
2) All members must be required to assist other members in any offensive that they require help.

And at the moment, we are being attacked and invaded by a non-CA nation.

We are also having problems. If you do not render assistance, we may have to file to have you expelled from the CA

[END]

Type 62 Universal Strategic TELs and Frog-7s gathered nearby. They raised their equipment, Scud-Ds with 40 kiloton nuclear warheads. Nearly a hundred of these vehicles positioned all over the country turned their warheads to make a nice pattern.

The pattern would envelope all of the northern parts of Sudafrika and spare a thin strip of about 5 kilometers to allow fallout to disperse adequately and allow people to evacuate.

They launched once, then reloaded, launched again. Each one of these sabers most routinely rattled never actually used. This would be the 5th time the Mafia has used nukes to solve its problems.

As they were in the air DBRA authorities issued a statement.

Official Declaration of War

DBRA, has ruled following the attack that started last night, with a ferocity that is impossible for a insurgency that they must have national support. Since they came from the north, and Sudafrika's sympathy for the Boers makes it obvious.

We must act, and today, only 20 minutes ago, we have launched our nuclear arsenal to wipe out Sudafrika, it will only be another half-hour before they land.

Peace through Power.

[END]

-Camp-
The gunfire went through the thin walls of the barracks past where their own forces were fighting and to the Nod forces on the other side of the Barracks
More of the lighter troops were cut down while the Templars merely took damage from the .50cals, still one of them went down after enough fire managed to hit it. The remains of the Barracks was in the way of both sides, it had to go. "Disk Thowers!" An officer shouted as 3 more Nod soldiers rushed out of the Tunnel. Grabbing a small Frisbee object from their side they tossed it into the ruined building before pressing a button in their other hand, the remains of the Barracks exploded a the C12 equipped bombs leveled everything remaining inside. With the final wall gone, both sides were in full view... And they began to fire on each other. The Rocket templars, their Task against the Towers done, redirected their HT dumbfire rockets on the Incoming enemy vehicles, while the Gattling equipped ones went after the more lightly armored Techincals. The other Nod troops began to scatter in different directions. Hoping that with the Templars drawing fire, they could find better targets. Inside the tunnel the ??? Boxes had reached the exit point.



(How I picture the location I came up in)
Vehicles

#####Barracks wall#
Barracks #
Barrack Troops #
#__________##### Broken Wall
Nod Templars
Nod soldiers {Buildings}
[]Tunnel

==|====|=Fence====|==

Within the Skgorrian zone troops were rushing back to their duty positions and manning their positions. After the big push made against the Red Islands forces, it seemed that something big was about to happen...

OOC: read as "I'm too tired and an IC post will come later. Also, isn't Sudafrika GONE due to me and Atopiana's bombardment?

A sea of panic engulfed one of the larger cities in northern Sudafrika as NLF troops attempted to force their way North.
Lt. Farsen sat in the gunners seat of the T-72 Main Battle Tank. A man with a camel was attempting to flee south.
"Hey! You! Move this fucking tank out of the way", he said with a slightly agitated voice.
Lt. Farsen stared at him and said," I can't. You're gonna have to wait 'till I move fowerd and then..."
"No No No! You move the tank first!"
"Sir, please I ca..."
"Yes.. see you move tank around..."
Lt. Farsen stood up. This was when the General arrived.
"What's holding this fucking convoy up? We got missiles heading straight for this position!"
After a few seconds of exchanging words, the General convinced the man that it was the other side of the road that was for traveling South.

The larger convoys moving North were in a much better situation considering they were in more rural areas. The large scale evacuation began. 700 SS-400's and 350 MIM-104 Patriots were ready to begin opening fire on the first of the missiles hoping to give the convoys time to escape.

The Griffincrest Intervention Force was preparing to leave from their bases in Beiraq. Roughly a full 10,000 man division was rolling towards Die Boerstadt, fully equipped and using the latest in top of the line Griffincrest weaponry. Leading the Griffincrest advance were the Macabees designed Chariot tank. Griffincrest commanders were eager to see how it would match up against the other tanks deployed by the enemy.

The commander of the GIF was Vakim Cassir Jantsk, an Ansurian mercenary who signed up for work as a Griffincrest commander. He would finally be given a combat opportunity for the first time outside f his homeland.

-Camp-
The gunfire went through the thin walls of the barracks past where their own forces were fighting and to the Nod forces on the other side of the Barracks
More of the lighter troops were cut down while the Templars merely took damage from the .50cals, still one of them went down after enough fire managed to hit it. The remains of the Barracks was in the way of both sides, it had to go. "Disk Thowers!" An officer shouted as 3 more Nod soldiers rushed out of the Tunnel. Grabbing a small Frisbee object from their side they tossed it into the ruined building before pressing a button in their other hand, the remains of the Barracks exploded a the C12 equipped bombs leveled everything remaining inside. With the final wall gone, both sides were in full view... And they began to fire on each other. The Rocket templars, their Task against the Towers done, redirected their HT dumbfire rockets on the Incoming enemy vehicles, while the Gattling equipped ones went after the more lightly armored Techincals. The other Nod troops began to scatter in different directions. Hoping that with the Templars drawing fire, they could find better targets. Inside the tunnel the ??? Boxes had reached the exit point.



(How I picture the location I came up in)
Vehicles

#####Barracks wall#
Barracks #
Barrack Troops #
#__________##### Broken Wall
Nod Templars
Nod soldiers {Buildings}
[]Tunnel

==|====|=Fence====|==

The heavily armed Templars seemed to give the Capitol Police a run for their money. Their weaponry must have created a huge amount of recoil, therefore they just stood still, waited for a better response.

Soon it came, the Capitol Police picked up Javelins and opened fire with the heavy antitank missiles while those that poured out of the tunnel found themselves under increasingly large fire from GPMGs, Corporate Carbines and SMG KC44s.

Skies over Sudafrika

The heavy amount of anti-aircraft missiles lighted up the board and soon the Scud-Ds found themselves in trouble. The Red Tidean built missiles had limited countermeasures but with the volume of antimissile units it was nearly impossible to do anything.

However, naval units had been tracking the stationary ABM sites and began opening fire with their 5" guns at those close to the shoreline and using Tomahawk missiles on those in the distance.

A rotation of ships were set up so that tenders in calm seas to the east could reload the ships while other ships took their place.

An Iowa Class Battleship came onto the scene from the Southern Ports. Its long awaited arrival heralded the start of a new bombardment with longer range and power.

-Camp-
The remaining unwounded Nod soldiers attempted to lay supressing fire on the regular troops while the Templars began to get a rain of enemy fire, the 7.62 rounds were about as effective as before while the Anti-tank missiles, when they hit, were ususally fatal. It was made increasingly hard as Templars were immune to pain and even after being stripped of a limb or two they kept firing.

Finally the last bunch of the Nod soldiers managed to exit under the fire, over 12 of them lay dead while 23 of them were scattered wounded. The last bunch however took aim at the Armored vehicles and used the AT weapons off RamJet Recoiless rifles to hopefully break a hole into the armor. The snipers meanwhile kept trying to hit the Javelin launching groups.

There goal was to keep the enemy pinned enough to get another disk launch.

Encrypted message to Leafanistan and the DBRA:

We can spare only one platoon of Mechanised Infantry, or a troop of armour.

Our military capabilities are at full stretch with our Iragian commitments and if you must expel us from the CA, please feel free.

Staging area on the edge of Airstrip One

If anyone had been watching the border between Airstrip One and the Red Islands zone, they would have seen a vast force of Skgorrian troops assembling. Row after row of tanks, APCs, self-propelled artillery and other vehicles could be seen for miles, and amongst them mingled infantry.

Storm-General Beckenbauer lowered his field glasses and clambered down from the top of the T-95 tank, slightly scratching the unit insignia with his spurs.
"Get that repainted," he ordered the attentive crew, who snapped off an automatic salute but inwardly groaned.
"What's the report of our positions?" Beckenbauer asked his long-suffering adjutant.
"The other side of the river is a smoking atomic crater, nothing seems to live or breathe there. I've sent UAVs over to see if anything is coming towards us, but our divisions ought to be enough to repel anything."
"Fantastic, now lets get on with the matter at hand. Is the message sent?"
"Affirmative sir, it will reach the relevant authorities shortly."
"Excellent," grinned Beckenbauer as he took a radio from his pocket and transmitted.
This is Beckebauer: Panzers los!
At this, the Skgorrian forces surged forward across the border and into the Red Islands zone. This task force was comprised of ten divisions, three armoured and seven mechanised infantry. As formidable a force as this was, the Skgorrians were moving more and more troops to the front...

Encrypted Message to Red Islands Forces

We are moving ten divisions in-country to lock down your cities and assist you in any way possible, the Atopians will be taking over internal security in our zone now known as Airstrip One.

Border Patrol:

"You know the best bit about this duty?"
"No, what?"
"Nothing ever happens!"
"Hahahaa! Good point, good point. I pity those poor sods who try and get in the way of Zionbane, you know."
"Aye, well, if they are going to piss off the Skgorrians..."

Encrypted message to Leafanistan and the DBRA:

We can spare only one platoon of Mechanised Infantry, or a troop of armour.

Our military capabilities are at full stretch with our Iragian commitments and if you must expel us from the CA, please feel free.

Encrypted Reply

It is that we simply want a response besides a sarcastic reply. You are being given coordinate information to prevent NLF saboteurs from hitting an installation. Any help is appreciated, financial, economic, social, political or military.

[END]

Encrypted Message to Red Islands Forces

We are moving ten divisions in-country to lock down your cities and assist you in any way possible, the Atopians will be taking over internal security in our zone now known as Airstrip One.

Encrypted Reply

Understood, that is exactly what we need, we'll undeploy the military police there and move them toward the front to repel the attack. We don't forget a blood debt.

[END]

OOC: Birthday party, 3 days off eh?

Encrypted Reply

It is that we simply want a response besides a sarcastic reply. You are being given coordinate information to prevent NLF saboteurs from hitting an installation. Any help is appreciated, financial, economic, social, political or military.


Official Response:

The Government of Atopian rejects the accusation of sarcasm. Our previous communications have been made in good faith and are entirely sincere.

Our Garrison Force will take note of the information and act appropriately and accordingly.

Forest near Atopianan troops
General Taylor looked out of his binoculers at the Atopianan troops playing cards and relaxing in the sun.
He moved back walking to the mortar teams who were hiding in a dry riverbed with a few fallen trees and a trench dug on top of the river bank in front of the mortar teams providing cover for the NLF troops armed with RPG-16s, SVD Sniper rifles, KPV Machine Guns, SKS Carbines, and even a few RG-6's.
Armed with Type 87 82mm Mortars, the mortar crews judged the distence to their targets by using old travel maps. While these maps were at least several years old, they still were accurate considering the landscape has not changed much. They imputed the distence into a formula and came up with the proper elivation to adjust their mortars to.
1...2...3...FIRE
The mortars all launched their shells nearly at the same time.
They hoped the results would teach the Atopianas a lesson.

Sudafrika
Several small convoys moved under the cover of dark in the forest. They covered the tops of their trucks with branchs and leaves to disguise them from anyone who might be watching from above. They were one of many convoys in the area moving towerds the same location: the last line of defence that would now serve as the first line of defence from any invasion attempted. Northern Baltic intellegence noticed large troop movements and hinted the possibility of an invasion so this operation was put into full swing. They would move artillery and cover it with trees. When the time came for the invasion, the DBRA would be in for a little suprise. They had only a mile or so left and were making good timing. They should be arrive in less then an hour.
Sa-6 provided mobile anti-air cover while Sa-N-3 provided mobile radar.

-Prison Camp-
The Rockets slammed into the vehicles. obscuring them from thermals even as the warheads exploded against them, by all estimates they should be nothing but scrap. Still the lull in the fighting was short lived as the Kreigsmarines began engaging the regular Nod soldiers with their Assault rifles. A duel began against the two groups while the Templars began to search for more targets.

"Incoming!"

The word was out of the veteran's mouth before he realised, his body slamming into the dirt even as he yelled. As one, the squad hit the ground, some slower than others.

Bombs impacted around them, one landing in a tree nearby. Another landed on the opposite side of the BMP-3, sending splinters whining off its armoured side, and throwing a track.

As rapidly as it had begun, the bombardment ceased. Silence fell. Slowly, the veteran raised his head, shaking it as his ears sang.

"Who's alright?" he shouted, without hearing.

A chorus of voices answered him. Only one was a low moaning wail, interspersed with gasping sobs - the NCO. His left side was coated in blood, a six-inch splinter sticking out of his arm.

Meanwhile, the sniper, having spotted the glint of binoculars just before the bombardment, was calmly zeroing in on an officer he'd found lying in the grass.

Behind him, the radioman was calling in helicopter and artillery support. Miles away, eight 152mm guns rotated and tracked, then, belched. 64 high explosive shells whined through the sky as the sniper pulled the trigger.

The clear sound of helicopters became more and more apparent. They seemed to be coming from all directions. When the Mi-2URNb, Mi-2URPb, Mi-2USb Gunships (added a sliding door instead of a hinged one and armored protection for the cockpit) could be spotted, the expressions on the Atopian faces was probaly priceless. They were NLF gunships and 20 of them we're targeting the BMP-3 and troops around it while 15 of them headed off to deal with the 152mm guns.

"Incoming!!!"
Shells smashed into the ground around and in front of the earthworks. Since they really did not know where the NLF troops were, they were basicly just shooting in the forest hoping to get lucky and hit something. One shell smashed through the earthwork and through a standing tree which then killed two men trapped in the trench. General Taylor ordered the mortars to hold their fire in fear of accidently hiting the helicopters. 3 more troops died when a shell landed right in their trench.

Operation Torch-Bringer, Front Lines, Sudafrika
The guns were in position and the troops had expanded the caves all ready there so they could hide in them until the order was given. They all carried NBC Protection, but doubt they would need in considering they weren't in the Infected Zone.

"Oh for fuck's sake," yelled the machine-gunner as he looked up at the sound of rotor blades, "those are not ou-"

He never finished the sentence. A cannon shell tore him apart as the ground around him and his comrades erupted.

From the west, coming in low, tore a flight of Su-25 ground-attack aircraft. Spotting the enemy helicopters, the flight commander grinned a feral grin. Flicking his weapons live with a twist of his thumb, he ripple-fired his two R-60 air-to-air missiles (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molniya_R-60). His wingmen did the same, each rocket locking on to a seperate target.

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Confident in their superiority, they opened up with their 30mm cannon as they rocketed past the hovering gunships, chaffing and flaring as they banked back for another run. Already the airbase they'd come from was scrambling its fighters - and the Kamov Ka-50 attack helicopters already en route to attack the mortars diverted.

http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c51/GenSteiner/Atopiana/AtopianKa50inflight.jpg

Back at the guns, the battery's ten Tunguska-M1 air-defence vehicles spotted the incoming helicopters and opened up with their 30mm cannon at three and a half kilometres.

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Four Mi-2 helicopters were shot down by the missiles. Two more were shot down from the 30mm cannon, while one was badly damaged. As the Su-25's were coming around for another run, Sa-6 anti-air batteries came online and began to open fire on the planes.

Meanwhile, a dozen or so squads waited for the Ka-50 helicopters to come in range of their Sa-7 anti-air missiles and spread out in the forest hoping to ambush the helicopters as they came past. KPV machine guns were also prepared to open fire on the helicopters. Behind them, more Sa-6 batteries were waiting for aircraft to show up.

-Prison Camp-
The Rockets slammed into the vehicles. obscuring them from thermals even as the warheads exploded against them, by all estimates they should be nothing but scrap. Still the lull in the fighting was short lived as the Kreigsmarines began engaging the regular Nod soldiers with their Assault rifles. A duel began against the two groups while the Templars began to search for more targets.

OOC: You only have a few thousand men, maybe ten thousand, I'm bombing you, artillery, rockets, what more do I need?

The Kreigsmarine began retreating as heavier machines moved up to eliminate the Templars. The Capitol Police appeared with heavy combat shields, and 57mm LAWs.

The 57mm LAW was created to improve compatability between weapons systems and uses the same 57mm rockets in helicopter pods. The shields protected them from the backblast.

DBRA was pouring men onto them along with rockets and 500lb bombs onto the targets hoping to simply grind them to death. Surely by now most of the enemy was dead with the now growing 60,000 troops in the battlezone.

The Northern Baltic Assault Marines arrived at the battlefront and joined the NLF troops in yet another charge fowerd towerds the DBRA positions. Sa-6 SAM's began to open fire on the planes flying overhead.

Several larger IED's were layed in the road ahead leading up to the camp for the advancing DBRA forces. Anti-personal mines and anti-tank mines were also layed down. Several ambushes were also in place with NLF troops armed with RPK-74 Machine guns, Draganov SVD Sniper rifles, RPG-7 and RPG-29 rocket launchers.

OOC: You mean you're bombing your own Prison camp? Those must be some accurate Bombs to miss your own structures and troops through a haze of smoke.

The Northern Baltic Assault Marines arrived at the battlefront and joined the NLF troops in yet another charge fowerd towerds the DBRA positions. Sa-6 SAM's began to open fire on the planes flying overhead.

Several larger IED's were layed in the road ahead leading up to the camp for the advancing DBRA forces. Anti-personal mines and anti-tank mines were also layed down. Several ambushes were also in place with NLF troops armed with RPK-74 Machine guns, Draganov SVD Sniper rifles, RPG-7 and RPG-29 rocket launchers.

4 Earwigs and 3 MiG-21 Recon aircraft were taken out by this initial layer of surface to air missiles. Their RADAR warning receivers while capable of detecting the 'Long Track' Targeting RADAR weren't set for it. The pilots were expecting something smaller like the Stinger.

It took only a few seconds for the surviving pilots to realize that the enemy was using more powerful and longer range missiles than they expected. They switched on their receivers and suddenly the beeping warning for the Long Track came to life. Their ECM came online and their began to climb, with the exception of a wing of Earwigs which came screaming in at low altitude. They all carried HARM missiles and locked onto the Long Track RADAR systems. This ensured the SA-6 would be 'blind' at high altitude. Even if they didn't hit it, they would force the Long Tracks to move and reset their positions. That could disable the SA-6s for up to 15-30 minutes at high altitudes.

The IEDs were a minor nuisance compared to the other things but they caused significant vehicle casualties. The MiG-21s were still providing good telemetry for missiles and rocket fire, but friendly fire still happened. Soon a phalanx of troops going across nearly the entire border with police forces as backup would clear the ambush troops. Freed from their guard duties in major cities by Skgorrian Reinforcements they did a literal sweep of the country.

Their thermal sights allowed them to penetrate the beginning of the smoke screen where the ambush troops were hiding. Their rifles began to crack and engage the enemies at long range while they did the simple thing, call in an airstrike.

-Command-
"Did you find any prisoners?"
#Static#
"Get them out of there."

-Prison Camp-
*BOOM* As the shells began raining down on the base the handful of surviving Nod soldiers huddled just inside the tunnel entrance, out of the 100 Local and regular Nod forces only a handful remained, of the Templars, the majority of them were disabled or destroyed and only 2 were in working order, one using the last of it's rockets on the armored positions before going down, the other one was lacking most of it's limbs, it was currently propped up on another body firing it's backup Carbine, it's gattling long since discarded.
As of then they were trying to reach command.
Radio operator:"It's Damaged!"
More gunfire laced the area.
Officer: "We can't hold out much longer!" "Get outta here!"

OOC: You were blowing this battle into something it isn't, I'm not pulling a full scale invasion, I was attempting a capture operation, speaking of that, where are the prisoners even on site? If so I would have figured out where by now.

-Command-
"Did you find any prisoners?"
#Static#
"Get them out of there."

-Prison Camp-
*BOOM* As the shells began raining down on the base the handful of surviving Nod soldiers huddled just inside the tunnel entrance, out of the 100 Local and regular Nod forces only a handful remained, of the Templars, the majority of them were disabled or destroyed and only 2 were in working order, one using the last of it's rockets on the armored positions before going down, the other one was lacking most of it's limbs, it was currently propped up on another body firing it's backup Carbine, it's gattling long since discarded.
As of then they were trying to reach command.
Radio operator:"It's Damaged!"
More gunfire laced the area.
Officer: "We can't hold out much longer!" "Get outta here!"

OOC: You were blowing this battle into something it isn't, I'm not pulling a full scale invasion, I was attempting a capture operation, speaking of that, where are the prisoners even on site? If so I would have figured out where by now.

OOC: The 'prisoners' are underground in the command bunker. One of the shells must have punctured it, you can go down and see the real horrors with those that remain. No one will chase after you in there until you touch something.

The jamming stayed up, coordination difficult outside of high altitude powerful transmissions from the MiGs.

More and more Capitol Police began reinforcing, the prisoners wandered out of the smoke and were gunned down, including a few Kreigsmarine. The battle was winding down and the commanders were frankly shocked. The battle had begun so ferociously, they had taken nearly 7,000 casualties, mostly Kreigsmarine, though nearly 600 Capitol Police were dead or dying.

Downstairs one of the many 122mm shells fired had penetrated a weak area and collapsed a tunnel crushing a pair of Capitol Police and blocking the command bunker from patrolling that section of the 'prison'. No guards, and a large hole near the Nod soldiers were a perfect entry point.

-Prison-
They lost much, while less than their enemy, 4 Templar Platoons were destroyed and an untold amount of of their very objective would lay dead in the rubble.

Their only consolation would be that the destruction would hopefully destroy any evidence of who they were. Not that it mattered, they took no identification, and the templars would have been destroyed in the explosion. Still they realize that it would be impossible to break into the county as it was.

The remaining soldiers began to flee down the tunnel, that is until a shell blasted a hole in part of the tunnel, the part leading to the ruined portion of the cells. By now there were only around 15 Nod soldiers in the entire network, many of them preparing to collapse the tunnels to prevent from being followed. However taking one look at the cells and they stopped everything.

(Edited for Leaf's info)

-Prison-
The remaining soldiers began to flee down the tunnel, that is until a shell blasted a hole in part of the tunnel, the part leading to the ruined portion of the cells. By now there were only around 15 Nod soldiers in the entire network, many of them preparing to collapse the tunnels to prevent from being followed. However taking one look at the cells and they stopped everything, the people, if they could be called that, looked like those who had not only been to hell, but had lived there for several years, the conditions were terrible, in a rapid decision, they decided that the ones they couldn't take, death would be their best alternative, this decided, the Engineers began packing the cells with C4 as well as blocking the Tunnel with Barrels of Fertlizer and Flamable chemicals. While a handful of the remaining soldiers attempted to prevent the enemy from getting in the tunnel the rest began grabbing and moving what was left of the prisoners... (And dragging off the corpses of the other prisoners.) Once they had finished they th Nod forces took off down the tunnel, and after taking the underground tram. Detonated the massive amounts of explosives in the entire network and the Prison.

With luck, the sinkholes would cover their escape.

Still they lost much, while less than their enemy, 4 Templar Platoons were destroyed and an untold amount of of their very objective would lay dead in the rubble.

Their only consolation would be that the destruction would hopefully destroy any evidence of who they were. Not that it mattered, they took no identification, and the templars would have been destroyed in the explosion. Still they realize that it would be impossible to break into the county as it was.

The tunnel was filled with what foreign soldiers upon finding a Kraven Birthing Facility described as 'Horrific' and 'Terror-inducing' and the 'epitome of evil'.

The cells were neutral buoyancy tubes, many were hastily repaired or intact ones based on the amount of retrofitting, most bared the Kraven Eagle and Hammers, with the exception of a few empty ones which bared a Corporate Alliance logo. Inside were people, if they could even be described as such, the remains of the Boer population, all the women and girls past puberty floated in them. Their limbs had been amputated and now linked to dialysis machines. Their torsos were pried open like some sort of sick surgery revealing their innards with the womb held still while the body bubbled and floated. Tubes of all sorts ran into the enhanced womb, the baby inside developing extremely fast with a timer that would count down within a month.

Her kidneys and liver were similarly manipulated to improve poison filtering, tubes ran into her stomach to feed her and the baby. Her head was twisted to the side where remnants of hair tried to grow. A large lobotomy mark was on her head, the majority of her brain was removed, only the parts of her brain that regulated homeostasis remained. In Kraven tubes only the frontal lobe was removed, perhaps it was mercy or a lack of surgical experience that resulted in this. The women were long dead, in constant pain, but no 'self' to experience it.

The remainder of her hung in various states of removal, lungs were isolated in tanks to deliver pure oxygen, pacemakers surrounded the heart to restart it whenever it failed from the trauma of constantly having children. Eyes, nose, mouth, all gaped forward staring into nothingness.

As a Nod soldier dragged an explosive barrel down a hallway a scientist hiding behind the surgical equipment designed for this surgery watched. He pushed the alarm button and picked up a surgical saw.

As the Nod soldier was distracted by the blaring alarm and flashing strobe lights designed to disorient enemies the scientist came up behind him and aimed to slash his throat and make a Pez dispenser of the guy.

-Cells-
"Jonas behind you!" an engineer shouted as he noted the rushing scientist. Jonas was quick to the uptake and as the scientist charged, he came up with a downwards kick that shattered the scientist's right Femur. As the scientist withered on the floor in pain the soldier walked up to him, "You are going to tell us EVERYTHING that has happened here, then if you're lucky, we'll kill you before making you look like them." he said pointing at the tubes.

-Cells-
"Jonas behind you!" an engineer shouted as he noted the rushing scientist. Jonas was quick to the uptake and as the scientist charged, he came up with a downwards kick that shattered the scientist's right Femur. As the scientist withered on the floor in pain the soldier walked up to him, "You are going to tell us EVERYTHING that has happened here, then if you're lucky, we'll kill you before making you look like them." he said pointing at the tubes. "Take him away, and give me a M-79, I have some mercy killing to do." The appearence of this place sickened him, but he took out his camera and began snapping film as another guard ran in with a grenade launcher. "Sir they're almost in the tunnels." "..." Jonas simply grabbed it then loaded a Phosporus shell, grabbing two our three HE shells he laid waste to the room before walking back into the tunnel silently. "Blow the tunnel, sink this prison to the depths of hell." "Yes sir!" After taking the long winding path, they detonated their bombs.

The destruction of tons upon tons of rock would lead to only one thing, the Prison collapsing into the earth, with hopefully no survivors.

The scientist screamed as he fell to the earth, as he stared down the soldier looking back at him.

"Ich bin deinen Gartenmöbeln!"

The scientist then stood back up and started walking away, into the fading lights. He turned back toward the men, staring in awe at his grotesquely twisted leg, and said one more thing before finally disappearing.

"Nur die toten leben hier."

The alarms kept roaring, their sound a piercing 120 decibels while the flashing strobes would make only half of Jonas's pictures not overexposed.

Smoke grenades were finding their way into the tunnel as the sound of Kraven armored Jackboots approached.

-Cells-
"****," Jonas said, "No time to follow him, we got to bail." "Did you at least get a picture?" "Got them here." An engineer said. "Now lets move it, before they reach us."

-Tunnel Entrance-
The enemy soldiers had finally reached the entrance and began tossing grenades in preparation.

-Tunnel-
The 3 last Nod soldiers arrived at the small tram and quickly activated it, as it took off at it's 23 kph speed they quickly discussed what to do. "We detonate at the 2nd curve, hopefully we'll bury them."

A Northern Baltic Frieghter (The Vasa) waited 600 meters from the shore. The crews untied the small fishing ships and headed out towerds the freighter with the witness. They quickly changed into their construction uniforms and gave the witness a construction uniform as well. They dropped their weapons into the water to avoid having their cover blown and they continued on their trip towerds the slowely moving frieghter.

-Tunnel-
As they rounded the second curve, past a blast door that began automaticly clowing, one of them shouted.
"BLOW THE ENTRANCE NOW!"

-Prison-
With a flash, hundreds of C4 and explosive boxed detonated, vaporizing the tunnel and whoever was in it, the explosive wave spread into the cells, blasting the tanks open and frying the pathetic former human beings, further more the absence of the tons of rock and dirt caused a localized earthquake, as the force of the explosion dissapated, gravity reared it's head, swallowing the prison camp into a massive crateor.

-Tunnel-
The blast effects were felt even the 2 miles away that they had reached, after the blast, the roar of the coming wave of heat and destruction began heading towards them. By now going all out, (At around 25) They passed two more blast doors that shut behind them, in between the two doors, another small explosion collapsed the tunnel behind them, still they actually heard it when the first blast door was tossed aside by the force. They would survive, but those who were left behind would be sunk into the very hole they climbed out of.

Red Islands Zone

By now, a division of Skgorrian troops was located in every major city within the Red Islands zone. Several hundred men had been killed due to rebel amushes, but this made little difference in a force numbering over two hundred thousand. With the aid of local DBRA authorities, they took over the policing of the streets and ensured that a curfew was kept. Skgorrian troops also set up roadbocks along every major road leading in and out of the cities, ensuring that no rebels or supplies were allowed to transfer from the cities.

AirStrip One

A further five divisions stood on the border, ready to move into the Red Islands zone if needed.

SIC:
We have a further five divisions ready to move in if they are needed, tell us when and where and we will move in

The construction and engineering crews reported that over 70% of the surface of Die Boerstaat had been coated in tarmac.

A Northern Baltic Frieghter (The Vasa) waited 600 meters from the shore. The crews untied the small fishing ships and headed out towerds the freighter with the witness. They quickly changed into their construction uniforms and gave the witness a construction uniform as well. They dropped their weapons into the water to avoid having their cover blown and they continued on their trip towerds the slowely moving frieghter.

A Saar 3 missile boat sailed up with two Kraven RIBs flanking it. They opened fire with their GPMGs across the bow. A loudspeaker on the Saar 3 opened up.

"STOP, THIS IS A WAR ZONE, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO PASS, RETURN WITH FLANKER 3"

A Kraven RIB with a large number 3 pulled up with a Kreigsmarine pointed a GPMG at them with 3 other people on the sides pointing Corporate Carbines at them.

-Tunnel-
As they rounded the second curve, past a blast door that began automaticly clowing, one of them shouted.
"BLOW THE ENTRANCE NOW!"

-Prison-
With a flash, hundreds of C4 and explosive boxed detonated, vaporizing the tunnel and whoever was in it, the explosive wave spread into the cells, blasting the tanks open and frying the pathetic former human beings, further more the absence of the tons of rock and dirt caused a localized earthquake, as the force of the explosion dissapated, gravity reared it's head, swallowing the prison camp into a massive crateor.

-Tunnel-
The blast effects were felt even the 2 miles away that they had reached, after the blast, the roar of the coming wave of heat and destruction began heading towards them. By now going all out, (At around 25) They passed two more blast doors that shut behind them, in between the two doors, another small explosion collapsed the tunnel behind them, still they actually heard it when the first blast door was tossed aside by the force. They would survive, but those who were left behind would be sunk into the very hole they climbed out of.

The ground below the prison shook, and the entire complex collapsed into the earth, the foundation destroyed by tunneling rats, and a local division commander was killed when the command bunker was crushed by the command building above it.

The crater would be a testament to how hard they fought, a memorial and a tourist attraction. It would even have a crew of auxiliary soldiers keeping it 'pristine'.

As the smoke cleared, 122mm Smoke Rockets came back down, and the Kreigsmarine with Thermal Goggles returned to exterminate anyone wandering around.

AirStrip One

A further five divisions stood on the border, ready to move into the Red Islands zone if needed.

SIC:
We have a further five divisions ready to move in if they are needed, tell us when and where and we will move in

The construction and engineering crews reported that over 70% of the surface of Die Boerstaat had been coated in tarmac.

From space it was amazing watching the tip of the continent turn gray and bright. Thermal readings showed that the urban heat island effect was turning the area into a massive heat sink, turning the average temperature of the already hot Die Boerstaat from 78 to a hellish 87 degrees.

Thank Goodness the Mafia had begun building coal plants to power the countries growing sale in air conditioners. General Lifestyles, a division of General Resources Inc., was making billions in selling air conditioners.

Chancellor en HoofKommandant van die Militere Gaius Nortonius, Die Leier van The National Socialist Republiek of Kaapstaat, is highly disturbed to learn of the recent, unprovoked and illegal attack upon our brethren in Die Boerstaat.

While it is true that the NSRK does not subscribe to the internal policy of Apartheid, we believe this to be a domestic issue; as prescribed by the laws of sovereignty granted by the United Nations.

Any furtherance of this campaign, and it's subsequent occupation, could lead to a larger, multi-regional conflict.

In order to avoid a further escalation of this crisis, the NSRK hereby demands that all foreign troops be withdrawn from Afrikaner lands.

-Gaius Nortonius
Die Leier van The National Socialist Republiek of Kaapstaat

Chancellor en HoofKommandant van die Militere Gaius Nortonius, Die Leier van The National Socialist Republiek of Kaapstaat, is highly disturbed to learn of the recent, unprovoked and illegal attack upon our brethren in Die Boerstaat.

While it is true that the NSRK does not subscribe to the internal policy of Apartheid, we believe this to be a domestic issue; as prescribed by the laws of sovereignty granted by the United Nations.

Any furtherance of this campaign, and it's subsequent occupation, could lead to a larger, multi-regional conflict.

In order to avoid a further escalation of this crisis, the NSRK hereby demands that all foreign troops be withdrawn from Afrikaner lands.

-Gaius Nortonius
Die Leier van The National Socialist Republiek of Kaapstaat

OOC: We've been in charge for at least a month now.

Die Boerstaat Regional Authority Response

No. You can make demands once you have power.

[END]

OOC: I would have responded sooner, however, I just saw the thread for the first time today.

You may rest assured that a diplomatic mission is underway to organize a force for the liberation of Die Boerstaat, upon the request of said nation.

-Francois Pienaar
Direkteur, Departement van Staat

OOC: I would have responded sooner, however, I just saw the thread for the first time today.

You may rest assured that a diplomatic mission is underway to organize a force for the liberation of Die Boerstaat, upon the request of said nation.

-Francois Pienaar
Direkteur, Departement van Staat

DBRA Response

All citizens of Kaapstaat have been banned from entering Die Boerstaat or Airstrip One.

Don't you understand, the old oppressive government is gone. All the Boers have gone, we are Die Boerstaat now.

[END]

OOC: DBRA and AOCA Unite!

Airstrip One Command Authority Response

All citizens living within Airstrip One have been liberated from their previous government and are happy. Please do not throw this nation back into war and undo the hard work and effort it has taken to rescue this country from its former regime.

OOC: I would have responded sooner, however, I just saw the thread for the first time today.

You may rest assured that a diplomatic mission is underway to organize a force for the liberation of Die Boerstaat, upon the request of said nation.

-Francois Pienaar
Direkteur, Departement van Staat

OOC: I just read this again.
OOC Thread:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=513758

DBRA Response

This is very interesting. You are saying you are going to support the National Liberation Front to 'liberate' Die Boerstaat?

This is tantamount to a declaration of war against DBRA and AOCA.

Mr. Pienaar, is this a threat?

[END]

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A Clandestine Communique to Die Boerstaat from Shah Jafar.
DESTROY IMMEDIATELY UPON READING

We can make it such that the invaders that plague your lands will find it not worth their time to continue their occupation. If you were to nationalize your gold holdings through your government in exile and give the Safavid government half, I am sure that we will find our interests in the region aligned with yours. We can do stuff that makes Dresden look like frying an ant with a magnifying glass on a sunny day.

As the KPV rounds bounced and whined off the armour of the Ka-50s, spoiling the ambush, the attack helicopters bored in on the enemy troops, nose cannon chattering and rocket pods blurting sheets of lethal flame. One exploded as a shoulder-launched rocket struck home.

Contemptuously, the Sukhoi pilots laughed as the enemy SAMs shot past them, completely fooled by the advanced countermeasures that were part of all Atopian aircraft.

Meanwhile, high above, came a strategic bomber wing. Hot on their heels came more ground-attack craft, all of which were spearheading a division-strength mechanised thrust against the enemy troopers.

A detachment of troops from the Verdediging Afdeling Veld Devisies (defense echelon field divisions), as well as several officers of the Sekuriteits Devisie have been dispatched to reconnoiter the area on the orders of Andre Markgraaff, Sekretaresse van Verdediging (Secretary of Defense).

A detailed report of the situation, along with the appropriate military recommendations will be presented to Die Leier upon completion of the mission.

-Andre Pretorius
Staats Leier en HoofKommandant Generaal van die Verdediging Afdeling en
Staatsekuriteitshoofkantoor

A detachment of troops from the Verdediging Afdeling Veld Devisies (defense echelon field divisions), as well as several officers of the Sekuriteits Devisie have been dispatched to reconnoiter the area on the orders of Andre Markgraaff, Sekretaresse van Verdediging (Secretary of Defense).

A detailed report of the situation, along with the appropriate military recommendations will be presented to Die Leier upon completion of the mission.

-Andre Pretorius
Staats Leier en HoofKommandant Generaal van die Verdediging Afdeling en
Staatsekuriteitshoofkantoor

Your forces Andre Pretorius will not be allowed into Die Boerstaat. We are afraid that we have to declare that we now take a hostile stance toward the war-mongering ways of Kaapstaat and will be cutting off trade and will deport any Kaapstaat citizens.

We are increasing border security and naval patrols.

~Hours after the escape~
-Montauk-
"They're breeding Capital Police?" Slavik said looking over the images (Digitaly film with the image cleaned up BTW) "Those rotten Sons of a, that's low, even for all of us, I will tolerate this no longer, what can we do." "Well we have both Kraven corp and Corporate Alliance signs, but to get people to believe, that will be a tough one." Slavik paused, "It's time for People's freedom to come back out of the shadows."

Your forces Andre Pretorius will not be allowed into Die Boerstaat. We are afraid that we have to declare that we now take a hostile stance toward the war-mongering ways of Kaapstaat and will be cutting off trade and will deport any Kaapstaat citizens.

We are increasing border security and naval patrols.

Our expeditionary force, using a Springbok Fast Reconnaissance Submarine, has returned from it's survey of the Boerstaat coast and it's cities.
Because our current treaty obligations prevent us from doing so, the sub was un-flagged and the expeditionary force consisted of members of the Verdediging Afdeling (VA - The Parties para-military wing), rather than Vloot (Navy) or Vlootmag (Marine) personnel.

Die Leier has dispatched Sekretaresse van Staat, Francois Pienaar to our Allies to secure their support in any future operations, whether they be humanitarian....or otherwise.

Although the politics of the NSRK differ from those of Die Boerstaat, the Boer and the Kaapstaatian people hail from the same Moedertaal; as such, we consider them our brethren.

While the military of Die Boerstaat has been defeated, and their government exiled, the veld of Die Boerstaat belongs to the Afrikaner people.

We shall not rest until Die Boerstaat is back under control of it's rightful owners, or under the supervision of the Kaapstaatian people.

-Andre Pretorius
Staats Leier en HoofKommandant Generaal van die Verdediging Afdeling en Staatsekuriteitshoofkantoor
(State Leader and Commanding General of the Defense Echelon and State Security Main Office)

The Vasa
Three more freighters joined the Vasa. Two Nanuchka class ships, The Dagda and The Morrígan escorting the fleet sped out to meet the fishing boats that were enroute to the fleet.

The Fishing Boats
The people in the fishing boats put their hands up.
The Nanuchka class ships approched and a loud speaker came on.
"What do you think you are doing? These people are construction workers and they have every legal right to be here." As the ships came closer, a man standing on the front of the bow, waving some papers in one hand and holding the microphone in the other became louder and louder. "Any attempt to fire on these individuals will be considered an act of piracy. Now if you don't mind I'm taking these individuals back to the Northern Baltic as we are reducing our contruction worker levels due to budget cuts for the 'Die Boerstaat Education Project.'

Attilary Guns
Four helicopters were instantly blown out of the sky by the anti-aircraft guns. The helicopters retreated and 3 more were destroyed, while 2 were badly damaged. The remaining helicoters were on their way to engage the Ka-50 helicopters.

On the Ground
A few dozen troops were killed by the machine guns and a few dozen more by the rockets. Two Sa-6 SAM's were hit, killing or wounding the crews around them. Both Sa-18s and Modified Sa-18 anti-air missiles with laser guided missiles were fired at the Ka-50 helicopters while 75 mm Skysweeper systems that were just set up began to fire on any enemy aircraft they spotted coming from the direction of the airbase.

Official Statement of the Grand Monarchy of Skinny87

To: Andre Pretorius
Staats Leier en HoofKommandant Generaal van die Verdediging Afdeling en Staatsekuriteitshoofkantoor

From: His Majesty, King Alexander I

The Grand Monarchy has been aiding the citizens of Die Boerstaat in their fight against racism and oppression for several months now; peace and democracy, and the end of apartheid, have recently come to this devastated country.

However, the Grand Monarchy still maintains a substantial force in Die Boerstaat, and will defend its citizens and its land with the full military and economic might of the Grand Monarchy. We warn you that a conflict would not be in the best interests of your country.

After his ridiculously long overland trip, Commander Jantsk and his army was finally entering into Northern Boorstadt.

He radioed over to the Leafanistani commander in the region for further instructions, than ordered his vehicles to halt and get some much needed rest.

Near the airbase
6 groups of about 100 men each stood outside the airbase and positioned their mortars and rocket launchers in the thick underbrush at the guard towers and planes on the ground. They also had Sa-18 anti-aircraft missiles to attempt to shoot down any enemy planes that left the airbase.

OOC: No, that's just bullshit. How did you get 600 troops two hundred miles into the AOCA? How did they take fucking SA-18s with them? More importantly, how the HELL did you get past 500,000 Atopian front-line soldiers, 1.5 million Atopian logistics soldiers, 2 million air and naval personnel, and around 400,000 Skgorrians?! That's almost 4.5 million enemy soldiers! On TOP of that, everyone who might aid you, i.e. the original population, is NOT THERE.

Those soldiers of yours ARE NOT at the airbase. As it is your sudden arrival with a fucking army is ludicrous given Sudafrika is an irradiated wasteland which is giving off more greys of radiation than Chernobyl. Retcon your post and I MIGHT not ignore you and your stupid, dribbling, antics.

EDIT: Oh yeh, I forgot, the Skgorrians and Atopians are removing every piece of vegetation and BUILDING OVER EVERYTHING with concrete, tarmac, and suchlike. It's called AIRSTRIP One for a REASON you fool! Apart from the one mile of border patrolled by my troops (some of whom you mortared), our entire fucking sector of Die Boerstaat is a flaming bunker complex!

Our expeditionary force, using a Springbok Fast Reconnaissance Submarine, has returned from it's survey of the Boerstaat coast and it's cities.
Because our current treaty obligations prevent us from doing so, the sub was un-flagged and the expeditionary force consisted of members of the Verdediging Afdeling (VA - The Parties para-military wing), rather than Vloot (Navy) or Vlootmag (Marine) personnel.

Die Leier has dispatched Sekretaresse van Staat, Francois Pienaar to our Allies to secure their support in any future operations, whether they be humanitarian....or otherwise.

Although the politics of the NSRK differ from those of Die Boerstaat, the Boer and the Kaapstaatian people hail from the same Moedertaal; as such, we consider them our brethren.

While the military of Die Boerstaat has been defeated, and their government exiled, the veld of Die Boerstaat belongs to the Afrikaner people.

We shall not rest until Die Boerstaat is back under control of it's rightful owners, or under the supervision of the Kaapstaatian people.

-Andre Pretorius
Staats Leier en HoofKommandant Generaal van die Verdediging Afdeling en Staatsekuriteitshoofkantoor
(State Leader and Commanding General of the Defense Echelon and State Security Main Office)

OOC: Ignored, very basic reason, submarines usually have to get there to survey towns and cities. And from a certain distance the earth curves so much that you actually cannot survey.

After his ridiculously long overland trip, Commander Jantsk and his army was finally entering into Northern Boorstadt.

He radioed over to the Leafanistani commander in the region for further instructions, than ordered his vehicles to halt and get some much needed rest.

Encrypted Reply

We read you Commander Jantsk. We apologize but the offensive is slowing down, but there are insurgency problems throughout the nation so you will join our police, Skroggian Security Forces in the patrol and destruction of any insurgent elements.

You are authorized to shoot to kill if necessary. If anyone is trained in watercraft, we desperately require additional watercraft pilots in the water.

[END]

OOC: Gorram'it people; I know the internet is damn serious business but can we stay civil?

####NEWS REPORT#### (Soon to go in another thread)
"The Die Boerstaat Occupation, A simple peaceful occuipation, or something more sinister, you be the judge." "Though they were called in to help the natives, it seems that they themselves might have other plans, our first example comes from the Atopiana and Skgorrian controlled areas, thousands upon thousands of acres have been destroyed and paved over into a massive monster of a military complex, as for the original inhabitants?"
"There is no trace of them." " Were they executed to make room for Atopiana's progress?" "That is for you to decide."

"Further information from captured hostile forces within Die Boerstaat have stated that many worse topics, for one the fate of the Afrikaners, rounded up as "Terrorists" an entire group of the nation has disappeared, seemly overnight, their fate?" "Until now only suspisions, but the many rumors seem to be coming clear, update for further information when it arrives.

Official Atopian Response to Erroneous News Report:

Atopian troops arrived after Airstrip One had been aggressively depopulated for security reasons, and had nothing to do with the pre-emptive protective measures implemented by Skgorrian forces.

AOCA Response

Due to the rebellious and fractious nature of the Die Boerstaat population, it was decided that in the interests of fairness, no one ethnic group should be allowed to remain in Airstrip One and the population has been relocated to Skgorria and Skgorrian protectorates.

OOC: No, that's just bullshit. How did you get 600 troops two hundred miles into the AOCA? How did they take fucking SA-18s with them? More importantly, how the HELL did you get past 500,000 Atopian front-line soldiers, 1.5 million Atopian logistics soldiers, 2 million air and naval personnel, and around 400,000 Skgorrians?! That's almost 4.5 million enemy soldiers! On TOP of that, everyone who might aid you, i.e. the original population, IS FUCKING WELL DEAD.

Those soldiers of yours ARE NOT at the airbase. As it is your sudden arrival with a fucking army is ludicrous given Sudafrika is an irradiated wasteland which is giving off more greys of radiation than Chernobyl. Retcon your post and I MIGHT not ignore you and your stupid, dribbling, antics.

EDIT: Oh yeh, I forgot, the Skgorrians and Atopians are removing every piece of vegetation and BUILDING OVER EVERYTHING with concrete, tarmac, and suchlike. It's called AIRSTRIP One for a REASON you fool! Apart from the one mile of border patrolled by my troops (some of whom you mortared), our entire fucking sector of Die Boerstaat is a flaming bunker complex!

OOC: Well sorry. I didn't know you were launching from Airstrip One. I assumed you were launching from a smaller, not as big airbase. Also I didn't know that many troops were guarding the airbase. And yeah I just fixed the post.

All the Ka-50s and ground attack aircraft left the vicinity.

6 km above ground, a thousand B-52s opened their bomb bays.

The Adlerschloss, AOCA HQ:

Laughter rang through the officer's mess as the Atopian captain finished reading the foreign newspaper report out loud.

"Poor fools," gasped a Major, "never mind, they'll get the shock of their lives when the Monolith is complete."
"Yes," laughed a Colonel, wiping tears of mirth from his eye, "I'd like to see them stop this master plan."
"Heaviest defences known to humanity," grinned an artillery Lieutenant, "no way will they stop us."

As the laughter continued, the guards on the windswept battlements of the Adlerschloss stared out across five miles of bunkers and purpose-built defences to the 25 story high monolith. Its gloss black marble sides were floodlit from below, illuminating the work still going on and picking out the Skgorrian Triskele and Atopian Flash of Action that had been inlaid into it in polished bone and gold...

[QUOTE=Leafanistan;12366468]OOC: Ignored, very basic reason, submarines usually have to get there to survey towns and cities. And from a certain distance the earth curves so much that you actually cannot survey.



OOC: I guess you don't understand how submarine surveillance works.

-Nod Command post-
The commander looked as a Fax began to come in,
"Next objective, being downloaded now..."

###OBJECTIVE###
Sink the Iowa Class by any means possible.

"Well then, contact some Victor class subs, as well as a couple of Hunter seekers."