MariVelasca
10-01-2007, 11:38
OOC: Well, this is the culmination of the Socialist vs Capitalist movements in Mari Velasca. It shall remain on the National level; no Military intervention. However, Political intervention is welcome. In case you haven't don't notice in the post, the Notheastern frontier is a disputed territory, where the last of the Militant Socialist groups have found a foothold. They cast themselves as Clans, claiming traditional and spiritual history in the area, which they use as a platform for their Politics. They seek the destruction of the Libertarian Capitalism in the Nation and the overthrow of President Odurus Urungus and his Government.
This is really just a way for me to get on the International stage, however you're welcome to aid mari Velasca through Political means, or you can aid the Outlanders through Monetary means. Which will be done "Under the table." I don't want to sound all snobbish, but I just don't want this to turn into a huge fiasco where Nations dogpile into a massive orgy of bloodshed. So please, no international Military intervention. I want to go in gradually.
IC:
The Northeastern Frontier
It was a cold, stormy night on the Frontier, which seemed to add to the dangerous aura that permiated from the region. Lawlessness and death was an accepted way of life here, as the Velascan Army couldn't quite get wrangle the support needed in the area to tame the traditional clans of the area. The Government used to be afraid of public backlash if they simply marched into the territory and applied martial law, they were still Velascan Citizens after all.
Lights peirced the dark just beyond line of sight of a tiny village just beyond the border of the "Settled lands," the Valley, as it was called. A series of checkpoints and many a patrol seperated the two territories, as the old Clans, led by avenging warlords staged small raids into the settled lands. The Government could do nothing, it was a Local affair, but the local officials were far too corrupt to do anything about it.
That stance had officially changed just a few hours ago. President Odorus Urungus had finally taken a stand, and five officials at the local level were arrested for conspiracy against their Lord and Master, President Odorus Urungus himself. A single Platoon was ordered to send a message to one particular Clan, known as the Outlanders, they strived to be the biggest pain in the side of the Civilized valleyfolk. Ambushing oil exploration groups that were unlucky enough to not have private security escort.
A lowboy flatbed semi, three 5-ton trucks and two armed landrovers struggled up the blacktop road leading to the village. They didn't even know it's name, it didn't matter. They knew where it was, they knew the target, or at least - they saw it in recon. photos. It was a simple mission, pure scare tactics. Sort of like throwing a rock through a window.
Except this rock was a bulldozer. The huge engine roared to life, the smell of diesel sickened the air, and the labrous clamouring of metal slats from the catapillar tread offended the ears as it rolled off the lowboy. A single platoon, 3rd platoon of the 370th Infantry, to be exact, was sent to do the dirty work. Their mission was even more simple than the guy driving the dozer - protect the dozer itself - destroy any opposition. Second and Third Squads assembled to the left and right, covering the flanks of the bulldozer as it lumbered up the hill. First squad followed suit in the two landrovers, the 50. Calibre machine guns trained to the horizon, the gunners squatting low enough to just be a helmet for target. Fourth squad remained with the trucks, as reserves in case things went downhill. Not to mention, if you left a vehicle alone in the Frontier, you could probably find it on Ebay Motors a few days later.
PV2 Payton could taste the dirty rain water, no doubt chalk full of sulphur, which was rather common for Velascan rain. It had that corrosive quality to it. He clutched his M8, "Lacy" at the low-ready.
"It's always raining..." He said to his Squad Leader, SGT Lief. It's not like silence was required, with the bohemoth dozer making the ground tremble. So much for surprise.
"What do you mean?" Lief was hardly worried about the young Soldier's mumbling, he was more conserned for the windows of tiny homes that begun to light up, about 50 yards ahead now. Everyone in the Frontier had a gun. Although they were notoriously bad shots.
"Everything bad happens at night, and when it's raining..." he mused, "it was a cold, stormy night...OooOoOo..."
"You know what? How about you look straight ahead and cut the shit."
"Allright, Sergeant."
They were now moving into the village itself, the road was full of holes, and what didn't have a hole was cracked. One of the Landrovers moved ahead slowly, while the two squads moved along the road side, bounding overwatch. Each fireteam covering the other, each battle buddy watching the other's back. A harsh voice crackled over a bullhorn, but it was garbled by the heavy rain. It said something of terrorism, crimes against Odorus Urungus, the Valley...the usual.
The reply was even more drowned. Drowned by the rain, the roar of the diesel engine, the crumbling of the road under the weight of the dozer. The Operator raised the blade waist high, and the whole thing shimmied as it leered towards the target house. The old wooden facade stood no chance against the mighty machine, but the thunder of rifle fire rattled from the uneffected half house. The response was swift. Both 50. Calibre machine guns opened up on the general direction of fire, and the Operator kicked the throttle up, gutting the house as it crushed it to sunder. The burst of fire was short and sweet. The house was pushed off its foundation, that old man who so stubbornly stood against the small Velascan force was no more. Whomever had the audacity to fire upon them was but a stain.
LT2 Pratt radio'd from his Landrover to Fourth Platoon, which was observing the mission from the assembly point.
"Shadow Dragon 4 - Shadow Dragon 1 - Objective complete, over."
"Shadow Dragon 1 - Shadow Dragon 4 - We see some movement - possible enemy counter attack - over."
Suddenly the dozer, which by now was pulling from the rubble, exploded. Searing flame lit up the night sky, casting shadows on the billowing black pillar of smoke that followed. Fire erupted from all around, Second and Third squads returned fire as best they could, firing into the area where the last muzzle flash was seen, covering their retreat back into darkness, fighting the way they had came. The two Landrovers were much less descriminate. The 50. Calibres poured rounds into the closest buildings, a few of them catching fire from the tracer rounds. They covered the retreat of the two squads, which double timed it back to the assembly area, and got their asses out as quickly as they could.
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Mari Velasca National News Report
Martial law declaired in the Northeast Frontier!
In response to growing corruption issues along the Frontier, President Odorus Urungus has declaired a state of emergency in the region. General Ballsac the "Jaws of Death" in turn, declared Martial Law, citing that the local authorities had no real control over the area. The first of the Police Action involved the routing out of Joseph Hanson, the leader of the Outlander Clan, the most dangerous Clan of the Frontier. The move, in which his House was literally bulldozed with him in it, resulted in the loss of 1 Velascan Soldier, and 14 enemy combatants. 6 Civilians were also confirmed dead after fires erupted in the village, after the attack.
This action has spurred outrage in the Frontier, particularly amongst the three Traditionalist clans in the Region. Security has been stepped up along the borderlands, Checkpoints will be fully enforced, use of Lethal Force is authorized.
The Outlanders, proclaiming Joseph Hanson as a martyr, has vowed to avenge his death. A statement was released from the second-in-command, Ellen Roberts, "The Valley will pay for its transgressions on our land. They spoiled our people, they've fowled out soil, and we will fight to reclaim our heritage! We will fight you on these mountains! In the hills! In the valleys and plains! We'll drive the selfish and cowardly Government and its corrupted followers to the seas! Jospeh be blessed!"
President Odorus Urungus didn't have much to say on the issue, aside from a brief comment, "it is our duty to bring stability to our Nation. They have been the ones to transgress upon us Civilized people. For years we've tolerated them in blocking progress and even overlooked their violence. However, we take a stand now. For the good of tomorrow. Beyond Gwar, Nothing!"
This is really just a way for me to get on the International stage, however you're welcome to aid mari Velasca through Political means, or you can aid the Outlanders through Monetary means. Which will be done "Under the table." I don't want to sound all snobbish, but I just don't want this to turn into a huge fiasco where Nations dogpile into a massive orgy of bloodshed. So please, no international Military intervention. I want to go in gradually.
IC:
The Northeastern Frontier
It was a cold, stormy night on the Frontier, which seemed to add to the dangerous aura that permiated from the region. Lawlessness and death was an accepted way of life here, as the Velascan Army couldn't quite get wrangle the support needed in the area to tame the traditional clans of the area. The Government used to be afraid of public backlash if they simply marched into the territory and applied martial law, they were still Velascan Citizens after all.
Lights peirced the dark just beyond line of sight of a tiny village just beyond the border of the "Settled lands," the Valley, as it was called. A series of checkpoints and many a patrol seperated the two territories, as the old Clans, led by avenging warlords staged small raids into the settled lands. The Government could do nothing, it was a Local affair, but the local officials were far too corrupt to do anything about it.
That stance had officially changed just a few hours ago. President Odorus Urungus had finally taken a stand, and five officials at the local level were arrested for conspiracy against their Lord and Master, President Odorus Urungus himself. A single Platoon was ordered to send a message to one particular Clan, known as the Outlanders, they strived to be the biggest pain in the side of the Civilized valleyfolk. Ambushing oil exploration groups that were unlucky enough to not have private security escort.
A lowboy flatbed semi, three 5-ton trucks and two armed landrovers struggled up the blacktop road leading to the village. They didn't even know it's name, it didn't matter. They knew where it was, they knew the target, or at least - they saw it in recon. photos. It was a simple mission, pure scare tactics. Sort of like throwing a rock through a window.
Except this rock was a bulldozer. The huge engine roared to life, the smell of diesel sickened the air, and the labrous clamouring of metal slats from the catapillar tread offended the ears as it rolled off the lowboy. A single platoon, 3rd platoon of the 370th Infantry, to be exact, was sent to do the dirty work. Their mission was even more simple than the guy driving the dozer - protect the dozer itself - destroy any opposition. Second and Third Squads assembled to the left and right, covering the flanks of the bulldozer as it lumbered up the hill. First squad followed suit in the two landrovers, the 50. Calibre machine guns trained to the horizon, the gunners squatting low enough to just be a helmet for target. Fourth squad remained with the trucks, as reserves in case things went downhill. Not to mention, if you left a vehicle alone in the Frontier, you could probably find it on Ebay Motors a few days later.
PV2 Payton could taste the dirty rain water, no doubt chalk full of sulphur, which was rather common for Velascan rain. It had that corrosive quality to it. He clutched his M8, "Lacy" at the low-ready.
"It's always raining..." He said to his Squad Leader, SGT Lief. It's not like silence was required, with the bohemoth dozer making the ground tremble. So much for surprise.
"What do you mean?" Lief was hardly worried about the young Soldier's mumbling, he was more conserned for the windows of tiny homes that begun to light up, about 50 yards ahead now. Everyone in the Frontier had a gun. Although they were notoriously bad shots.
"Everything bad happens at night, and when it's raining..." he mused, "it was a cold, stormy night...OooOoOo..."
"You know what? How about you look straight ahead and cut the shit."
"Allright, Sergeant."
They were now moving into the village itself, the road was full of holes, and what didn't have a hole was cracked. One of the Landrovers moved ahead slowly, while the two squads moved along the road side, bounding overwatch. Each fireteam covering the other, each battle buddy watching the other's back. A harsh voice crackled over a bullhorn, but it was garbled by the heavy rain. It said something of terrorism, crimes against Odorus Urungus, the Valley...the usual.
The reply was even more drowned. Drowned by the rain, the roar of the diesel engine, the crumbling of the road under the weight of the dozer. The Operator raised the blade waist high, and the whole thing shimmied as it leered towards the target house. The old wooden facade stood no chance against the mighty machine, but the thunder of rifle fire rattled from the uneffected half house. The response was swift. Both 50. Calibre machine guns opened up on the general direction of fire, and the Operator kicked the throttle up, gutting the house as it crushed it to sunder. The burst of fire was short and sweet. The house was pushed off its foundation, that old man who so stubbornly stood against the small Velascan force was no more. Whomever had the audacity to fire upon them was but a stain.
LT2 Pratt radio'd from his Landrover to Fourth Platoon, which was observing the mission from the assembly point.
"Shadow Dragon 4 - Shadow Dragon 1 - Objective complete, over."
"Shadow Dragon 1 - Shadow Dragon 4 - We see some movement - possible enemy counter attack - over."
Suddenly the dozer, which by now was pulling from the rubble, exploded. Searing flame lit up the night sky, casting shadows on the billowing black pillar of smoke that followed. Fire erupted from all around, Second and Third squads returned fire as best they could, firing into the area where the last muzzle flash was seen, covering their retreat back into darkness, fighting the way they had came. The two Landrovers were much less descriminate. The 50. Calibres poured rounds into the closest buildings, a few of them catching fire from the tracer rounds. They covered the retreat of the two squads, which double timed it back to the assembly area, and got their asses out as quickly as they could.
----
Mari Velasca National News Report
Martial law declaired in the Northeast Frontier!
In response to growing corruption issues along the Frontier, President Odorus Urungus has declaired a state of emergency in the region. General Ballsac the "Jaws of Death" in turn, declared Martial Law, citing that the local authorities had no real control over the area. The first of the Police Action involved the routing out of Joseph Hanson, the leader of the Outlander Clan, the most dangerous Clan of the Frontier. The move, in which his House was literally bulldozed with him in it, resulted in the loss of 1 Velascan Soldier, and 14 enemy combatants. 6 Civilians were also confirmed dead after fires erupted in the village, after the attack.
This action has spurred outrage in the Frontier, particularly amongst the three Traditionalist clans in the Region. Security has been stepped up along the borderlands, Checkpoints will be fully enforced, use of Lethal Force is authorized.
The Outlanders, proclaiming Joseph Hanson as a martyr, has vowed to avenge his death. A statement was released from the second-in-command, Ellen Roberts, "The Valley will pay for its transgressions on our land. They spoiled our people, they've fowled out soil, and we will fight to reclaim our heritage! We will fight you on these mountains! In the hills! In the valleys and plains! We'll drive the selfish and cowardly Government and its corrupted followers to the seas! Jospeh be blessed!"
President Odorus Urungus didn't have much to say on the issue, aside from a brief comment, "it is our duty to bring stability to our Nation. They have been the ones to transgress upon us Civilized people. For years we've tolerated them in blocking progress and even overlooked their violence. However, we take a stand now. For the good of tomorrow. Beyond Gwar, Nothing!"