NationStates Jolt Archive

the Popular Front for a Vertan Republic (PFVR), a seperatist group has claimed responsibility for a series of explosions in the capital of the Allied States of Slyphe.

These bombs, apparently manufactured with the aid of commercial fertilizer and hydrogen peroxide were planted in cars rented with the aid of false documentation and in at least one case, even forged banknotes, killed 11 civillians and one police officer and seriously wounded 10 civillians and 3 further polive officers.

the terrorist group PFVR was founded after a political party devoted to the sessation of the Vertan region in the north was forcably disbanded by the government after it's leaders were convicted of routinely ordering the party militia* to harass and intimidate political enemies within the province. It's aims are the establishment of a free Vertan state, and the release of two former party leaders.

The government has come under intense fire from a number of groups claiming that banning the party left those wanting sessation disallusioned with the political system and in effect created this terrorist group, However Premiere Valerie Gasquet defends banning the party stating that the actions of it's leaders and militia were enough for them to be "...Considered terrorists from the very beginning, this attack only cements that label."

The Slyphe police force is often called the most overstretched in the region, and this shortage of personel, near total absence of counter-terrorism training and high mortality rate, as well as lack of resources make Ms. Gasquet's promise to capture those responsible seem to ring hollow with the citizens we polled. It is thought that the government may ask for help and advice from the international community in organizing a counter-terrorism branch of either the armed forces or police. Help may also be sought in finding effective anti-counterfitting measures for banknotes and identification.

* - in Slyphe almost all political parties have a militia devoted to homeland defense in the event of foreign invasion, these are sort of like a cross between the Territorial Army and the Home Guard.

The Worker's State of Kulikovia is willing to assist Sylphe in their counter-insurgency operations.

The Ministry of Defense:
50 military advisors
Equipment
Supplies
Weapons
Medical Supplies

The Ministry of Foreign Security:
4 Special Actions and Operations (SAO) Teams
Counter-terrorism/insurgency advisors
Force Protection advisors
Logistical support
Intelligence resources

"This group wants to convince the people that they have legitimate, political cause for mass murder," Premiere Gasquette leaned over the podium, and pointed a finger at the opposition across the floor of the house as if she hoped to magic their mouths shut, she shuffled on her heels to the right a little, briefed on the best places to stand in relation to the cameras dotted around the chambers to be optimally photogenic in relation to each of the bullet points written on the handful of square cue-cards surruptitiously held in her palm.

"That is why I must decline the honourable gentleman's..." She mentally sniggered at this, the leader of the opposition was, in her eyes, about as close to an honourable gentleman as a wanton manatee humping a sea-mine "...offer of assistance from his parties' militia must be declined. We do not want the good people of Verta to see this as a civil war; Involving party militias, similarly involving the army would seem to legitimize the actions of these vile and cowardly terrorists. Whatever your opinion on the ideal future of Verta, they must see these scumbags for what they are; criminals. Criminals are in the police's juristiction."

A disjointed chorus that sounds a lot like yeah or possibly fleeeagh comes from the party bench, followed by a call for order from the elabourately-dressed Speaker.

The leader of the marxist opposition, a diminutive but savage-looking man of fifty who had of late taken to chewing on his nicorette inhaler in the house idled up to his podium cockilly. "Under this wet-blanket of a government, afraid to say boo to a goose for fear of stepping on its' civil rights, crime has skyrocketed, and now we're being blown up by ruddy terrorists and She..."

His unintended inflection on "She" was quite telling, she thought. Mysogenistic old fart.

"...is refusing to accept the help of a thousands-strong, disciplined , regimented militia, not making any use of the army, not making her own party's militia bother to get off their own arse and Do anything about it Instead relying on the failing police force that she herself has made such an impotent ruddy [b]Arsehole of."

"I think you're projecting, Eric"

Pause for a solid period of laughter during which the Speaker is unable to make use of his gavel because he's creased over himself. She started talking before they'd completely stopped to steal his limelight away, and affected a patronizing falsetto tone.

"Eric, my friend, the problems with the police force have very little to do with My reign, and everything to do with the fact that during your party's turn, good, hardworking people were crapping their collective pants at the thought of doing Anything you didn't tell them to, Now that we're rid of your backwards crypto-stalinist ways the police force is simply too busy relearning a Decent and Fair set of laws to enforce to be effective enough, it's simply growing pains. Luckilly, we've requested the help of the international community and our new friends have bussed in some shiny new guns, and some big, frightening guys to tell ours how to crack PFVR skull, You just waid see how fast we get these bastards!"

A hundred miles away, the Kulikovia insurgency advisors stood agape, surveying a room full of the best of the best of the police officers in West Slyphe. One Detective who couldn't be older than his early twenties was playing the arse with two of the new pistols they had recieved, making swooshing noises and doing slow motion john woo poses to a burst of laughter from the other officers, three of whom then sounded fit to cough a lung up, two of the hyenas sparked up cigarettes, the other a joint.

SIC:

Encoded transmission……


To: The Leaders of the PFVR
From: The Bosses of the Rastorian Syndicate

The Bosses of our organization would like to help you with your noble cause of independence. If you are willing to write up hit contracts. We will be more than willing send several specialists with training in the arts of assassinations and arson. We also will sell you various arms, ammunition, and vehicles in your fight.


We look forward to your response. If you wish to send us a reply merely contact your nearest Rastorian cargo ship. They will most likely have one of our representatives onboard…


Signed,

“Big Boss” Tony Garazoni

End Encoded Transmission…..

Transmission Spike…….

In a spartan, stone-walled bunker somewhere in Verta, Hydrochloric Ed, the leader of this particular PFVR cel, an unshaven and swarthy man in his fourties wearing, appropriately, a bomber jacket was most assuredly not arsing around with His new gun, He was expertly stripping it down and installing a piece of metal he'd jigged himself that would convert the rifle to fire automatic bursts. He was a hell of a marksman, but nobody called him Marksman Ed, he was also pretty handy as an explosives chemist, but nobody called him Bomb-Brewing Eddie, No, they called him Hydrochloric Ed because back when he was still a Militiamen, not a Terrorist, (Three weeks? Really?) he liked to smash acid filled baubles in faces. Liked to.

"Hey Ed! ED!"

"WHAT, Trigger, what is it?"

Trigger wasn't much of a marksman, his business card read "3l33t h4x0r d00d", and he knew his way around a chemistry set and all, Why didn't they call him Gizmo, you say? Why not, for example, call him the Nerd? or some ridiculous hacker handle like "Acid Burn" or "Otacon"? Why call the one guy in the outfit who'd never shot a man just to watch him die, "Trigger"?

Well, He looked like a frigging horse, that's why.

"Stop calling me that, Hydro, I want you to call be called Kilobyte, KILOBYTE, you hear?"

"Shut up and comb your fetlocks, kid, what do you want?"

"the Capo de Capo of the Rastorian Syndicate wants to send us some... like, Guns and shit."

"He can keep the Shit, Guns would be nice though, Can't get enough of the things."

"But he's a mafiaisto"

"And you're a freaking Pony, shut up and tell him we'll take any firearms he's willing to part with, no AK's, we're trying to look like the good guys here. We want big fuckoff black rifles, spaceguns, tactical shit, also more explosives, and some motors he doesn't mind us stuffing full of frigging semtex and jamming up Gasquette's bloody cat-flap. Oh, and knives, Big ****off knives, like This big" *He points to his groin*

Trigger wrote just that but phrased it a bit nicer.

Shamus Harper was an Irish Rastorian arms merchant. Shamus had grown up in the mean streets of New Dublin City. The fearsome Irish dominated city run by the O'Banion outfit was considered a cesspool of violence and crime run by Irish Rastorian crime lord Henry O'Banion. Shamus Harper had recently acquired a notorious reputation in Rastoria for selling arms to various people in Rastoria mostly notorious hit men and gangsters. This bad reputation eventually got him arrested by the IIB (Internal Investigation Bureau.) He served five years for the offense of selling illegal arms to wanted criminals in the Rastorian underworld.

Shamus Harper had to find a new way to ply his trade because now he had a record at home and that meant the cops would be watching him like a hawk. He decided to work for the Syndicate’s international arms trade. The Syndicate set him up with a cargo vessel and gave him a large shipment of various weapons hidden under the cover cargo of fish and fruit.

The Rastorian cargo vessel named the Sea hound was currently heading towards Vertan waters with it’s contraband cargo. The crew was of the vessel were mostly seamen with a few Syndicate thugs to make sure the cargo was safe. The thugs were armed with Uzi submachine guns and they were wearing black business suites and ties. They all had on black sunglasses and they all had slicked back hair. Shamus however was not as uniformed as his associates. He was wearing a black leather jacket and his face had a scar along his left cheek.


Shamus looked at the approaching land and prepared to wait for his contact to arrive with their request….

The Tenor, a blond, immaculately groomed man in a black tuxedo stood on the shore with a written order from the group, the Tenor was called the Tenor because he was, funilly enough, a tenor. In a few hours, with the arms deal out of the way, he was off to go perform Pagliacci at St. Christopher's hall. The assumption was that, since they were dealing with Mafia, they should send someone with an italian connection, no matter how tenuous, plus, people trust famous people. He was flanked by a few goons preparing to load some trucks, who weren't important enough to be worth cool names.

The order was for:

133 BLACK rifles in the vein of the FAMAS

The same number of sub-machine guns, the higher end of sub-machine guns.

13 marksman/sniper rifles, semi-automatic.

5 LMG

200 ASSORTED revolvers, we don't want to get fingered as the guys' who carry a particular gun, otherwise the police could just look for guys carrying that gun. Mixed calibers, sizes, makes and models please.

Ammunition, extra magazines or moon-clips where appropriate.

10 Hand Grenades

The same number of Assorted slashing and stabbing weapons of no less than 8"

We would also like to enquire as to whether you could find us some cheaper cars, 13 of them. We don't want our boys getting collared simply stealing a motor in preperation for what's coming next.

Across Slyphe, most police forces are developing CIAT (Counter Insurgency Attack Teams), and work has been completed on the FIBUA tactics academy in Effrul, Next week, it will begin to accept the most excemplary graduates of the first stage CIAT training schemes to become the instructors, seargents and commanders. Most of the lay constabulary have been armed with the Banshee Model VII 10mm semis and old RV's and armoured trucks are being salvaged and converted into CIAT vehicles. This is being done as quietly as possible for reasons as much political as tactical. Slyphe is again requesting the help of the international community with established Swat etc. teams in help and advice in tactics, structure etc.

OOC: BUMP FAO of the arms dealer, and anyone who would like to propose a roleplay. D: I don't really know where i'm going with this.

OOC: Sorry for the delayed post, My job makes it almost impossible to RP on certain days…

IC:


Shamus Harper looked upon the group that was assembled on the shore with their transportation truck. Shamus and a four of his thugs stepped from the dock that the Sea onto the shore to meet Tenor and his crew. The Irish Rastorian gangster did not look the part of an Italian made guy but his associates seemed the part with their slick back hair and their black business suites. Shamus walked up to the Tenor the man whom was obviously the leader of this band of manual laborers.


Shamus smiled the warmest smile his scar face could produce and said, “I have been sent here by our mutual friends to set you up with some decent firepower to help win your independence. My cargo vessel has a full shipment of various arms ready for distribution. We merely need your list of assorted weapons and I will give you the bill for the cost of the merchandise.”


Shamus listens intently to the Tenor’s requested items list and finally said, “I currently have 500 FAMAS Assault Rifles on board the Sea hound. I can thus provide you the required 133 that you requested. I have several submachine guns ranging from the FMK-3 to the Berretta model 12 from which you can choose from. I currently only have one type of sniper rifle that is semi automatic and that is the M82 Barrett rifle. I only have 50 of those in stock so if you want the M82 Barrett Rifle we can hook you up right now. I can sell you The M249 SAW for your LMG request.

This squad based weapon is perfect for laying suppressive fire down on your enemies and provides your squad members excellent fire support. I can also sell you various handguns ranging from the Heckler - Koch Mk.23 mod.0 US SOCOM pistol to the Israeli designed desert eagle. I can allow you to go over my stock and pick the ones you want. I will add the individual prices to your bill.

The ammunition shall be provided for additional 3,000 USD per package. I currently only have standard issue fragmentation grenades. These bad boys will help you immensely if you plan to give your enemy blasts of shrapnel. I currently do not have any knives or stabbing or slashing weapons with this shipment. I can however provide such weapons on my next stop here provided you still wish to acquire these items from my firm. The car situation is not something I specialize in. I could put your request up with my employer. He has some people that smuggle hot vehicles out of Rastoria to foreign buyers. You might be able to get them at a cheaper deal because they are hot back home and my employer is probably trying not to get caught with them on his hands.”

Shamus and his boys await Tenors response before starting to unload the merchandise. The experienced arms dealer wanted to make sure his buyer was going to take his offer before doing the hard work of getting his stuff out of the ship…