NationStates Jolt Archive

Smoke burned above the mountains to the west.
While the Empire had lasted well under the reign of Tenarius, it had come to some people's cost. Tenarius had made his country infamous for a brutal genocide of the Muslim population, and it was for the most part totally complete. Those who survived had fled to the mountains on the western border of the Empire, living off what food they could hunt and such. The Emperor felt that they were not worth going after, an decided to leave them alone.
It would turn out to be one of Tenarius's greatest errors.

"Good evening. This is the evening news. Our top story today is the explosion in the Fifth Train Depot. It seems that terrorists somehow snuck into the Fifth Depot, a major military supply depot and set off over 3 tons of explosions. The result is over 250 of our brave men killed.
A government investigation is currently under way, and we will soon be watching Field Marshall Kazuke Morihume give a speech on the heinous deed.
Long live the Emper-"
BAM
As the television was shot through, the other mountaineers turned in shock and annoyance. These were some of the Muslims who had been hiding. One of them wheeled towards the one who had fired the shot.
"What did you do that for?!"
"Celebration, my lads! This calls for a celebration!"
The latter pulled out a bottle of sake, much to the chagrin and shock of his comrades.
"Hara! Put that down! Have you been drinking that?!?"
"Well, just a little..."
"Get down and start praying, you low dog!"
As Hara began praying, the rest of his gang heard the sound of horses and turned to see a exuberant looking-man. This was Makadis Zhaklid, the last descendant of the Caliphate that had ruled where the Empire had ruled over 150 years ago.
The others bowed in awe, but Zhaklid smiled gracioulsy.
"No, please, let me speak!"
He smiled, and stood on a stump.
"My brothers! Today, my brave warriors went and pulled a spectacular attack over the Imperial scum. But this is only the beginning. The time has come, all of you! Shoulder your rifles! Arm whatever you have! For too long have we lived under the heel of that dog Tenarius, but no more! Let us fight to overthrow that hated Emperor, my fellow Muslim brothers! Let us go to war!"
The cheers of the small band ricochted through the mountains, but Zhaklid stopped them.
"Silence! We are not to attack yet. Go thourgh the mountains, and find who you can that will aid us on our great war! Disperse, my brothers!
The men left, and with that speech, the seeds of a rebellion that would be Tenarius's greatest challenge began.

Several days passed.
The reamining Muslims worked among the last of their comrades, whispering promises of aid from others. All they would have to do was battle the Empire, and aid and Allah would secure their victory.
Meanwhile, at Amor, the capital of the Imperial Empire, the investigation proceeded. There was now definite evidence that this was the work of Islamic terrorists, and the feared name "Zhaklid" was heard here and there, especially along the western mountains.
Finally, after 11 days, a huge gathering of Muslims began.
Many were armed with up-to-date assault rifles, but some were armed with bolt-action rifles, and some were reduced to breech-loading rifles and swords. It was a motley, but large force.
Zhaklid gazed on them all, a motley crew, one that probably would lose to Imperial forces by itself. Still, he felt that he would win.
"Now, in the name of Allah, forward."
From the western mountains descended a barbaric horde, ready to overthrow the Empire.

Meanwhile, Zhaklid issued a proclamation, which with the help of the Internet, (which Tenarius rarely interfered), was spread all over the world

Fellow countires of the world:
Today, we, the members of the Muslim League have begun our desperate assault on the barbaric Empire led by the dog Tenarius. This tyrant has for 14 years led a campaign against us. He has butchered us, using any means necessary. Whether it was gas, the bullet, or even primitive weapons such as swords and axes, he has launched a war aginst us without any mercy.
So we fight. But we cannot do this alone. Those who are willing to help us, help in the cause of liberty! help us in the name of your fellow brother! And together, let us work together to overthrow this Emperor Tenarius, the infidel dog!
OOC: Zhaklid isn't really exaggerating, you know, just a point.
IC:
Meanwhile, as news of an advancing horde began to spread, certain undergrounf elements in the Emprie began to awake, smelling blood.
It seemed that a new civil war was going to begin soon.

"Give Aid to Evil"

From my reports, you, Tenarius, seem to be under a death threat from Muslim extremists. We have all seen the power of these extremists, and as such, must stand up to them in any way possible.

I must say though, that it doesn't have to be Muslim extremists. It can be Christian, Atheist, Greek, and the like. It doesn't matter what type of extremist they are. They will be met with swift justice.

I shall not be sending any troops, as I have none at the moment that are legally allowed to leave the country to fight unless it is on their own free will.

Instead, I shall be sending you some weaponry that may be of use. I personally asked for a lot of MPP-5s, which are UAVs with guns that can shoot. They are large, but should be able to do their job nicely. I am sending you one hundred of them. They are all marked with the serial number X4C996Y. I would like the same number returned, but if you lose a few, it won't matter. They'll be air lifted to you by the only two members of the Havian Air Force.

OOC: 'Give Aid to Evil' is a poem my mother wrote. The MPP-5s are about 16'x16', and could probably give 200 bullets. I forget the full stats, but I wish you good luck with your role play. Just telegram me when you are done with the MPP-5s, if you are. I will need to know how many you return. Expect the MPP-5s in, in 24 hours rp time.

Kensington Palace
0400 hours

The echoes of whispers and footsteps in the great, marble hallways of Kensington Palace - the most opulent structure in all of Eurasia - coupled with particularly humid temperature as of late, caused Sir Phillip Sinclair, the Eurasian Prime Minister, to have horrific nightmares of his time in the Secret Intelligence Service.

He, all of a sudden, went from his bedchamber into a dank torture chamber, naked, alone. A sadistic man, only known to him as Largo, punched him in the testicles, relishing in Sir Phillip's pain, laughing as he moaned in primal agony. Largo grabbed Sinclair's face and whispered, "Your time will come, fool. You, and all those who stand in the way of Spectre will die." Largo then laughed and smashed him in the genitals again.

Bolting from his sleep, Sir Phillip re-entered reality, his wife's arms wrapped around him. A small chimed tolled near the door, indicating that someone desired entry.

"Enter," Sir Phillip stated, still disoriented from his dream.

His Minister for Defence, Elliot Crompton, wearing a dark suit, ominiously strode into the room, handing the Prime Minister a padfolio.

"I'm sorry to bother you this late at night," intoned Crompton formally, his eyes staring off into the distance. "It seems we have a situation, however, that can not wait any more."

"Well, what the bloody hell was it?" shot back Sir Phillip, losing his emotional control. "I apologise. Please, continue." Sir Phillip had spent his entire life trying to suppress, or at the very least, control, his emotions, and his loss of control was embarrasing at the least. Crompton merely blinked before resuming.

"The Muslim League. In one of our nearby nations - calling for the downfall of some corrupt dictator. Normally, we'd ignore it, but, after discussing this with Kelsey [Birhanu, Minister for Foreign Affairs], it might cause some instability here," replied Crompton coldly.

"Ah," remarked Sir Phillip. "For the moment, dispatch two divisions of soldiers to keep the peace. We support neither side for now."