NationStates Jolt Archive

Long has the continent of Africa lain away, hidden from the rest of the world and her vast resources go untapped for the greater good of the world. But, yet times change and no longer can this continue as the demand of the wealthier and more powerful nations of the world increases so shall the supply has to also grow no matter what the cost. So therefore now the world looks to Africa and all the she has to offer has thus she shall now be made to give her resources to the rest of the world to satisfy the vast demand which could no longer be fed solely by the resources of one nation.

Rules:

They are not really any so feel to either oppress your people or make your colony into a paradise for the natives. Though I do want to aviod the use of nuclear weapons, though biological and chemical weapons are free to be used by people.

The only real rule set in stone is that of population which shall a quarter of the real populations or you can make a number if you really want.

As for resources they are in the same places as they are in real life.

As for things like genocide, slavery, forced removals, environmental crap, etc. do as you like as I shall not act as they police men here and I generally do not care, though I cannot say the same for the rest of the people here. Though to note they is no real population census as there has never been done so you can get away with killing a few million if you wish as there will be no proof to how many you really killed open to the outside world.

To say claims are up for grabs till I finalize them.

Start:

OOC: So now start you rping and let us get this on.:D

Sign Up Thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=523604

Governor Michael Branson was in a dillemma, he had to show the people in Israel, the holiest place on Earth to accept and cooperate with an atheist government. Fuck Communism, he thought as he looked outside of his Jerusalem office, looking at the Dome of the Rock.
"Well",he thought, "at least I can't be biased."

Research and Mapping Airship Del'tair, Science and Trade Institute
Grid Square #4414S/554467/13241FTR (Real-Life Northwest Rwanda)

The rigid airship continued to drone on its way, the countryside far below and continuing to unfold before the crew. From time-to-time a survey drone whipped away from the vessel, descending to a lower altitude before commencing some new methodical look at something of interest, scanners and sensors probing and pushing from side-to-side. For the most part, however, all work was being done from the ship high overhead, its shadow cast far below on the Earth as it moved on steadily through the air.

Behind it lay a series of charted grid squares, jungles and mountains alike noted, recorded, and charted for generations of explorers and pioneers that would be sure to come into this untamed wilderness. Never mind that it was already settled by indigenous people: the fact that they hadn't evolved any appreciable society after this long of being masters and overseers of this rich and fertile land meant that they were sooner or later bound to be 'moved aside' by settlers, colonizers, soldiers, and explorers. Indeed, the diamond deposits back in grid square series 4310 were enough to enrich the State by a factor of four, something which had not passed unnoticed amongst the crew.

For many reasons - greed, pride, allegiances to the eight corporations, backroom powerplays in far-off offices, etc. - their report had deliberately downplayed the indigenous peoples. Unknown to the crew of the Del'tair, the four other research airships that had been dispatched had done much the same thing. Individually they portrayed an untamed landscape full of riches.

Together, they showed a world waiting to be settled and harvested by the eight corporations and their various subsidiaries. Already in far off Kisogo (capital of the Corporate Police State of Bautizar), schemes were being laid and power deals cut between the corporations. The reports that had been received were enough to justify extraordinary measures as airships were readied to head into the untamed world that lay within arm's reach.

In Cape Town stood an assembly of the Great Noble Houses Erida and of the other Great Noble House Harilod. They had been the ones to finance the entire expenses of the expedition and had been granted leave by the Emperor to do whatever was needed to reap the rewards that this new land had to offer for the greater need of the Empire.

With that Lord Fredrick Erida looked upon the vast green lands with his piercing blue eyes and then said,” My kin of the North, God had guided us here to bring the fruits of this land back to our homeland so as to enrich our great people and to provide new lands for our numerous people to settle on and have a new start. So therefore we must do whatever is needed to cleanse this land and bring it into the Glorious Empires of the Scandinvnas.”

With that world 12 legions, 120,000 soldiers, moved into the interior and began to exterminate any resisting populations and seized large deals of the necessary resources from them such as water in the arid areas and cut off trade paths in order to prevent communication from spreading to the neighboring lands of their advanced into the interior from the south.

Meanwhile in Arabia armed convoys went into the desert and began to probe for potential oil deposits so as to gain the vast amounts of oil which were hidden underneath the vast sea of sand. Yet, at the same time Imperial soldiers were taking control of the oasis’s which were vital in this desert which either force the tribes into submission or make them face certain death.

The Prince was nervous. He had been keeping tabs on the colonization of the territories to the north-west and south of Zambia and Angola, now known as Dangari. The Dangarins had been among the first to settle the southern reaches of Old Africa, vaguely aware of a few nations advancing into lands in the far north of the continent. But now, reports were flowing in concerning....settlers? invaders?... directly south of Dangari. Imperialists, by the name of their country.

The Dangarins had arrived on the shores of Angola some 55 years earlier, the result of a botched rebellion in their native land, IsDangra. The revolt was perpetrated strictly upon the ruling class, the nobles and their crony business partners. All was proceeding well until the rebels made a tactical error: they tried to fight a two-front war. It hadn't worked for Hitler, nor had it worked for Napolean decades earlier. The Prince seemed to recall an epithet by Master Tzu: "Those who do not pay heed to past errors will inevitably repeat them." Simply put....history tailgates.

The rebels were defeated by loyalist troops in short order and would have been decimated on the shores of IsDangra had it not been for the efforts of a group of upper-class sympathizers who provided them with two dozen troop ships to make good their escape.

Some 375,000 worn and haggard Dangaris made it to Angola after 43 days at sea, and much to their surprise were warmly greeted by the Angolans. Very quickly they were assimilated into the Angolan society, who recognized the newcomers as technologically superior to them. The Dangaran medics brought with them modern drugs and procedures which greatly reduced the disease and death rate of the populace, the Dangaran bankers and financiers brought the primitive nation out of the dark ages in short order, and the Dangaran military, despite their losing their war and their subsequent exile, had far superior weapons....and the knowledge to make more. Plenty more.

Angola had been at war with it's neighbor Zambia for years,neither side being able to gain an advantage. That all changed one day when the Dangaran-led invasion of Zambia cut right through the meager Zambian defenses. In 27 days, it was over. The Zambian leadership were strung up in the square of the Zambian capitol of Ugubu, and and Dangaran-picked Angolan puppets were installed in their place. The final tally was Zambia: 137,866 KIA, WIA or missing. Dangari/Angola: 166 KIA, WIA, none missing. The Zambians were the kind of people who were tough to kill, and even harder to dominate. Therefore the only avenue open to the Prince was mass-extermination.

When he was done, 76% of the remaining Zambian population was eradicated, roughly 788,000 human beings. The remainder were placed in old wooden boats and sent off to one of a dozen small islands well off the coast of Angola. There wasn't much of a remnant, as almost half of them perished on the trek to the Angolan shores hundreds of miles to the west.

Now the Prince had a bit of a dilemna: How to show his most gracious Angolan hosts that they were to be better off under the direct governmental control of The Exiles of Dangari.

Prince Zeto Tanel was in fact a Dangaran noble, of the highest rank. He really didn't care whether the Dangaran rebels won or lost the rebellion. His plan was to switch to whatever side was winning at the time. But his cousin, Duke Nido, caught on to the Prince rather quickly, and moved to block him from ascending the Dangaran throne. He was successful, and Zeto vowed one day to return to IsDangra and kill Nido.

But...first things first.

As he pondered what to do about the nation to the south...what were they called? Scandinvan?...a shout came from one of his aides.

"M'lord, reports are coming in showing that the new rulers of South Africa are advancing into the interior of the country, apparently ridding the countryside of 'undesirables'."

Zeto looked at the aide. "And that bothers you, Major? Did we not do the very same thing just a short time ago?"

"No, m'lord, what bothers me is that they may push right through to our borders. And we haven't any forces down there to put up a show of force."

The Prince frowned for a moment. "Alright Major, here's what we do. Deploy the 10th and 33rd legions to our southern borders along a 45 mile line of defense. Get the engineers down there to set up Fire Bases and Landing Zones, and get the MedCorp there to build MASH units. I want a solid line of defense in 72 hours. Get two squadrons of Falcon up and patrolling and send a squad of Ocelot MBTs in for good measure. That's Phase One. I'll let you know about subsequent phases in due time. That is all."

"Yes, m'lord. It shall be done."

Zeto thought to hmself, 'Let's see what these southerners are made of. Perhaps I can use them to my advantage.....'

Kisogo, Capital of the Corporate Police State of Bautizar

It was the reports of foreign activity throughout the still-being-explored African continent that finally galvanized the State into action. Resources and land that could usher in a golden age for the corporations and the citizens of the State were being encroached upon by other governments. It was inevitable that others would realize the riches to be found in the lands of the African continent, but the expeditions that were being readied by the State weren't at the point of departure just yet.

It was a thought present throughout the meeting of the Chief Executive Panel's Board of Directors in the capital. Here were the eight men and women whose sole duty was to promote the welfare of the state, to keep the populace working efficiently, and to ensure the stability and continuity of the State. All of them knew that with the State's growing industrial might it would soon have to look abroad for resources and riches that would ensure its factories and production plants remained in operation. Becoming dependent on foreign suppliers, on the ebb and flow of a market where the State was irrelevant, was simply not an option.

It was for the simple reason of securing access to those supplies, of preventing another government and its interests from laying claim to what the State was still finding, that another corporation stepped to the forefront.

Torrinos Army Air Corps Base, Headquarters of the Bautizar Defense Corporation

"... and as you can see in Appendix E of your briefing packets, we have appears to be a six corps moving north from the South Africa territories*," the officer continued at his podium as yet another satellite photo flicked onto the screen in the darkened room. A handful of officers were sitting impassively to his front, rows of medals on their uniforms and dress caps sitting on the table alongside open folders of similar pictures. The picture that they were studying now showed what appeared to be a hastily-constructed base camp, rows of vehicles parked at equal distances from each other and facing rows of tents and buildings of corrugated metal. "This camp - designated Operating Base X-Ray, was constructed in less than 8 hours, and is about the norm for one of these encampments."

"Is there any evidence of a permanent logistical supply chain being constructed?" one officer inquired from the head of the table. A couple of heads turned to see who the speaker was, but the vast majority of those present kept their focus on the officer delivering the briefing. They knew that if such a chain was coming into existence it meant a more long-term presence, not a simple frontier expedition. But no government sent six entire corps into the field on a simple expedition, they knew.

Another image clicked onto the screen, this one of a more well-built facility. Roads had been carved into the dirt by wheels and treads, well-worn paths that wound around the spaced-out buildings. An airstrip was on one side of the encampment, the still figures of several helicopters and airplanes off to the side of the landing strip. And there were the little pinpricks of human figures everywhere in the picture. Several buildings were outlined by flashing boxes as the officer spoke up again. "Yes sir. This camp has been in existence now for about a week. Satellites have observed a high amount of truck activity into and out of this base, which is one of six that has been constructed or is being constructed in a line stretching north from the South African territories."

The man nodded at his seat as the briefing ended, the lights in the ceiling flaring up again to their usual brilliance. He took the silence that came after the conclusion of the briefing to look around at the assembled officers, seeing the senior leadership of the Bautizar Defense Corporation looking tired and disturbed at what they had seen. "We don't have a choice, it appears. General Wren, permission to execute your plan is granted."

They nodded and stood up from around the table, then made their way from the room. At the podium, the officer who'd delivered the briefing glanced at his packet again, flipping to an appropriate appendix at the end. The plan was sound, to move airships into the interior of the countryside and begin establishing forward operating bases with airstrips. Only then could heavier equipment be moved in aboard the country's C-16 Pelicans and C-15 Novas, which would pave the way for better- and more well-defended facilities crawling with everything that a modern army needed to subjugate a country and crush all resistance.

* Bautizar Defense Corporation operating standards include approximately 20,500 personnel per division, two divisions making up a corps. The number of personnel that Scandinvans sent north is being judged by Bautizar military standards, not Scandinvan's standards.

Eastern Africa. It was home to the first Christian Kingdom in Ethiopia, home to some of the most fiercely proud ethnic groups known to man. Why had Granate come to this land? One reason: resources. Although Eastern Africa wasn't as laden with Resources as the other areas of Africa, it made up for it by having a very proud group of Ethnicities. If they could be subjugated, brought up like proper Granatians, they could be a powerful force. Indeed, the reason for Granate in Africa was one of people. It wanted people, to fight and die for it, to live by their laws as Granatian Citizens.

It was easy enough for the Granatian Military to subjugate the countries of Somalia, Eritrea, and Dijibouti. Marking them as the first aquisistions of the Granatian Commonwealth. Early on Granatian companies moved in and began to modernize much of these countries. Mostly through government contracts and favors, did much of these lands change rapidly. It wasn't long before the Granatian military further expanded the Commonwealth to include Yemen and Southern Oman. These lands had some amounts of oil that were valuable to the Granatians.

Soon after the Yemen and Oman aquisistion, the Granatian Military began it's assimilation of Ethiopia and Sudan. Sudan had no power to resist Granatian Efforts and soon fell, but Ethopia was another story all together. It had in it's arsenal some modern equipment like the Ak-47 and T-64 tank. Although these tanks and weapons were nothing compared the CR-20 assault rifles and Nakil 1 tanks. They allowed them to fight us on a more equal footing. 6,000 Granatian Soldiers gave their lives fighting in Ethiopia, while casualties for the Ethiopians ranged in the upper 90,000s. After two months of Combat, the fighting officially ended with the Granatian Commonwealth of Ethiopia being formed.

Sgt. Stedenko washed down the last of his meal, belched loudly, and stood up, patting his stomach as he walked toward the command tent. 'Better to fight on a full stomach than an empty one', he thought.

As he strode through the tent opening, he saw the General in deep conversation with Col. Collins and Major-General Sandford. They were respectively the airforce and armored commanders.

Gen. Scott glanced up when Stedenko entered and said, "Ah, sergeant, come on in. We were just getting to the point where your....specialties....are needed."

Master Sergeant "Gunny" Stedenko was the renowned and oft-decorated commander of the Dangaran SpecOps teams. Their abilities included infiltration, rescue, and, most importantly, long-range death, i.e. snipers. All of the one hundred fifty men and women of the DSOT were trained in the fine art of "death at a distance". Any one of them could hit a flea in the ass at 8,000 feet. A couple of them could do it at 11,000 feet. Their motto: "You can run, but you'll just die tired."

"How may I be of assistance, sir?"

"Gunny, I need two of your teams to go into potentially hostile territory and get as much hard info as possible. Ever since the satellites were shot out of orbit in the last war, we have to rely on good old Dangaran eyesight to confirm enemy concentrations."

"Yes sir, you got 'em sir. Where to?"

Scott walked over to the table where he and the others had been poring over a map of Old Africa. "Gunny, what we have here is basically colonial expansion. We,ve done it, and continue to do so. Only now it's getting kinda crowded, and so military means for aquisition are beginning to look like an option. But, more on that later. What I need your and yours to do is to get into the old nation of Botswana, now occupied by Scandinvan, and the former nation of Uganda, now controlled by Bauthizar. It would seem to me that your best bet for getting to Botswana would be to go through Zimbabwe. We know someone has claimed it, but they're not doing much about it at this point. Probably the quickest and safest way in."

Stedenko looked at the map. "Yessir, we can sneak into Zimbabwe just east of the Botswanan border, right here near the litle town of Khossa." He pointed at a small dot on the map, about six miles east of the Botswanan village of Boiou. Boiou was known to be a heavily fortified area that guarded and monitored the area where Zambia, Botswana, and Zimbabwe met. "We'll sneak down the border just inside Zimbabwe to....where?"

"We're not exactly sure where your entry into Scandinvan territory will be just yet. They're expanding north and north-west from their embarkation points in the south. Concentrating mostly on Namibia, but surely there'll be some activity in the eastern portion of So. Africa and the southern part of Botswana."

"A big area sir." Gunny Stedenko took along glance at the General. "Sir, if you'll permit me to make an observation, you have more in mind than just recon. You don't need my team for that."

Scott said nothing for a second. Then he looked up at the sergeant. "Correct, sergeant. I don't need you for simple recon. I need you to abduct two Scandinvan higher-ups and bring them back here for interrogation. If that proves to be undoable.....kill 'em."

Stedenko wanted to ask more, but he knew better. "And the other team, sir?"

"That team, sergeant, will proceed through the western portions of Tanzania to the Ugandan border. There it will await orders. This op will be a quick, in-and-out scenario."

'A very wet scenario', Stedenko thought. "Aye sir, I'll get my people ready. ETD, sir?"

"Forty-eight hours, sergeant. You got two days to get your shit together."

Stedenko saluted. "We'll be ready, General." He turned on his heel and strode out of the tent.

Scott walked over to the table where he and the others had been poring over a map of Old Africa. "Gunny, what we have here is basically colonial expansion. We,ve done it, and continue to do so. Only now it's getting kinda crowded, and so military means for aquisition are beginning to look like an option. But, more on that later. What I need your and yours to do is to get into the old nation of Botswana, now occupied by Scandinvan, and the former nation of Uganda, now controlled by Bauthizar. It would seem to me that your best bet for getting to Botswana would be to go through Zimbabwe. We know someone has claimed it, but they're not doing much about it at this point. Probably the quickest and safest way in."

Stedenko looked at the map. "Yessir, we can sneak into Zimbabwe just east of the Botswanan border, right here near the litle town of Khossa." He pointed at a small dot on the map, about six miles east of the Botswanan village of Boiou. Boiou was known to be a heavily fortified area that guarded and monitored the area where Zambia, Botswana, and Zimbabwe met. "We'll sneak down the border just inside Zimbabwe to....where?"

"We're not exactly sure where your entry into Scandinvan territory will be just yet. They're expanding north and north-west from their embarkation points in the south. Concentrating mostly on Namibia, but surely there'll be some activity in the eastern portion of So. Africa and the southern part of Botswana."

"A big area sir." Gunny Stedenko took along glance at the General. "Sir, if you'll permit me to make an observation, you have more in mind than just recon. You don't need my team for that."

Scott said nothing for a second. Then he looked up at the sergeant. "Correct, sergeant. I don't need you for simple recon. I need you to abduct two Scandinvan higher-ups and bring them back here for interrogation. If that proves to be undoable.....kill 'em."

Stedenko wanted to ask more, but he knew better. "And the other team, sir?"

"That team, sergeant, will proceed through the western portions of Tanzania to the Ugandan border. There it will await orders. This op will be a quick, in-and-out scenario."

'A very wet scenario', Stedenko thought. "Aye sir, I'll get my people ready. ETD, sir?"

"Forty-eight hours, sergeant. You got two days to get your shit together."

Stedenko saluted. "We'll be ready, General." He turned on his heel and strode out of the tent.OOC: So you know my really high ranking officals are either in Cape Town, where they are protected by the Imperial Guard, or back in the Empire. Yet, to capture a major would give you some good info so we establish the rank of the person being captured.

CB-75A Hydrolifter "Marines in a Can"
Lake Tanganyika, Zambia-Tanzania Border

The continent of Africa had been riddled with conflict for just about as long as people had dwelled there. Governments were barely able to hold office before a coup came along and threw everything into chaos. This was exactly accurate for Tanzania and Burundi. Years of ethnic strife and warfare had ruined the infrastructure of the countries and weakened any government even before taking power.

As the nations descended into anarchy, recently elected Chevrokian president Olav Jagland decided to do something about it. With the approval of the Senate and a slight majority of the population, five Republic Marine divisions were put ashore at and around the Tanzanian capital of Dar Es Salaam.

At first, the native people thought that it was yet another wave of imperialism; out to exploit the resources and enslave the people. Instead, they began to notice the "invaders" set up an interim government, reopened hospitals and bring in modern medicinal technology, reopened the schools, rebuilt roads, and so on.

Officially, Tanzania and Burundi had been annexed into the Chevrokian Republic as the Øst-Afrika District, more commonly referred to as "Chevrokian East Africa." The Jagland administration had promised that it would not be traditional colonialism at all. The new government in Dar Es Salaam was headed by Jakaya Kikwete, previously the President of Tanzania, now the district governor. It had not been an easy appointment, however, Kikwete's only other choice was to sit around and wait for the rebels to storm the capital and likely kill him.

However, most of the important duties were carried out by the Marines until local governments could be established. The campaign had certainly not been bloodless; there had been many vicious infantry battles in the northwest with the insurgent groups, which had only been broken once tank and helicopter support arrived. One by one, the rebel groups and insurgents were subdued as the Marines pushed west to Lake Tanganyika and into Burundi.

Ah, Lake Tanganyika, Lieutenant Kristopher Salgard thought. It reminded him of home, except less developed and more humid. He'd already heard of construction companies planning out communities and resorts to be built along the lake's east shore once the country was secured. And securing the western border was his unit's job.

Well, the rest of the unit at least. Kristopher's job as a pilot was to keep watch over the plane. Since there were few well-constructed airfields in western Tanzania, they'd taken a ride in on a CB-75, a medium-sized amphibious transport plane.

The radio crackled with a message from command.

"Lieutenant Salgard, this is Salaam Base. Come in."
"Salaam Base, this is Salgard."
"Salgard, would you mind telling us what the situation is out there?"
"Other than the fish, all quiet on the western front."
"Well, keep an eye out. Word is there's movement off to the west, we're not sure who."
"Roger that, will be sure to keep an eye out. Salgard out."

Kindu Army Air Corps Base, Day #56 of the African Campaign
Grid Square #4210/55000/12100FTR (Real-Life central Democratic Republic of the Congo)

Thunder rumbled across the trees, a crack of sound that rolled over the trees and moisture that dripped from their leaves. It was a sound that was everywhere, booming through the forests through the mist and low-hanging white-and-grey clouds that hung in the very air. And the atmosphere was dense, oppressive even as it seemed to lay in a thick blanket over everything and anyone. It made work hard, robbing people of breath and causing the machinery to work even harder.

General Sionelle Baxtiore was acutely aware of this as he glanced into the open hangar, the twin rows of glass panes in the ceiling letting the light through and onto the floor below. He didn't care about the light in the military structure; it was a corporation-built construction, and that to him meant efficient. And it was just one of a number of the hangars that were built throughout the sprawling base, which had sprung up overnight at the facility which was headquarters for the State's presence in the region.

Everywhere the general looked he saw evidence of just how important this facility was. Barracks had gone up within days of the first transport arriving on the crudely-laid airstrip, which itself was soon refined and augmented with another runway built with more proper equipment. Both airstrips were now covered in the very finest steel that the corporation had in its inventory, the prefabricated slices held down with cement to form a hardened surface for even the heavy C-16 Pelican strategic transports. Flanking the runway were the vehicle areas, home to mechanic shops and almost a full division of armor, artillery, trucks, everything needed to keep a corp of soldiers in action.

The hangar that he glanced into again held several platoons of T-34 Cromwells (http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r67/S_Baxter2064/Bautizar/CromwellMBTsideshot.jpg) that had been flown in aboard the latest round of transports. It was a splendid show of military power and might, seeing the hulking shapes under the curved roof, sitting there as mechanics crawled all over them. It was even more impressive seeing them under the wing of a 300-feet-wide C-16 Pelican strategic transport, one of only twelve in corporation service.

The general turned as another low roar came to his ears, this one not of a vehicle's engine being turned over in a routine test. He saw a shadow sweep through the clouds overhead before the sound dimmed as an airplane turned south.

Whiskey One-Four Foxtrot, E-8C JSTARS (http://www.fas.org/irp/program/collect/jstars.htm) Long-Range Surveillance Aircraft
En Route to Present-Day Zambian Border

"Take her upstairs Yukora, level off at flight level twenty-three."

The copilot nodded as the captain disappeared back through the door, leaning forward to twist a knob on the control panel. Her eyes watched as the altimeter started to click off steadily-increasing numbers in response, a hand settling in a practiced and reflexive action on the throttle and easing it forward slightly. In a very rumbling of sound the engines increased as the windows to her front remained blanketed by the thick layer of clouds that were hanging over the airfield.

Pilots in this region were calling this spot "Valley of the Shitfest," after another JSTARS had overshot the airfield on an instrumented approach and nearly crashed into the trees beyond the runway. The damned clouds seemed a permanent feature, causing many to wonder why the corporation (in its infinite wisdom) had opted to build the important airbase here. Personally, she was happy to turn the airplane to the south and climb it up over the hills.

In the back the captain glanced briefly at the instruments, then turned to the coffee pot. "Ready for another border sweep?" he asked a nearby specialist. In response he received a grunt, causing him to chuckle and head back towards the cockpit.

The JSTARS droned on towards the border, ready to take up its listening position well inside what the State perceived to be its rightful territory.

In Lebanon Olmedrecan builders were expanding newly built port, that was going to have key importnance in development of colonies, now officially named as “Olmedrecan West-Asia”. Port location had been “cleaned” by Olmedrecan army recently. In truth it meant that inhabitants of local village that stood on the way were killed and village itsselfy had been buldozed fastly. There were no survivors, as army firstly surrounded village to make sure, that nobody would escape. Mass-grave of locals was now already under concrete of new airfield.

At Kuwait progress had been faster, large port was already at full action as 60,000 troops were already marching to north, local communities who refused to accept Olmedrecan rule were fastly eliminated without mercy. Closely behind army came geologists, who were looking for potential natural resources, especially oil and natural gas.

OOC: So you know my really high ranking officals are either in Cape Town, where they are protected by the Imperial Guard, or back in the Empire. Yet, to capture a major would give you some good info so we establish the rank of the person being captured.

ooc: check TG

Pvt. Jack Willard held the personal opinion that this new country sucked. Hotter than the homeland, and the friggin' bugs were enough to drive you crazy.

As he and the others continued the construction of the second of twelve Fire Bases along the Dangaran-Bauthizaran border, he looked up at the sound of approaching jet engines. Shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun, he saw a squadron of 118a Vipers streak across the sky. All thoughts of their discomfort dissipated as they cheered their aircraft on. They were the first to be settled at the new air base near the old Angolan town of Rahon. Or where the town used to be before the Prince had ordered it burned to the ground along with it's former inhabitants.

Rumors were flying. Is Scandinvan or Bauthizar an ally? What about the activity to the east over in Tanzania? Word had it that another colonial nation had landed on the coast of Ethiopia and were rapidly spreading it's influence south-eastward and north westward.

Willard's cousin, Sam, was an ensign in the Dangaran navy. They'd seen each other just three weeks ago during a time of R&R. Sam was telling him that the Prince had finished construction of two naval bases on the coast. One about midway down the line, the other just north of the Scandinvan border. There was also a submarine base just off the northern coastline being built. Each naval base would eventually hold up to 33 ships: carriers, battleships, destroyers, missile ships, etc. The sub base would be able to deploy a half-dozen units when finished.

It was both his and Sam's opinion that before too long there was going to be war. Six months, tops. Air patrols both in the north and the south had been stepped up recently, and now with someone settling Kenya, Tanzania and Mozambique, scuttlebutt had it that the Prince was sending an emissary to the Auranian held island of Madagascar, supposedly to forge an agreement with that government as to an exchange of air and sea bases.

"Private, are you gonna fuckin' stand there with that shovel all day, or are you gonna get your sorry ass back to work?", barked the sergeant in charge of the work detail.

Willard snapped out of his reverie, and hurridly started digging again. 'Friggin' sergeants', he thought. 'Assholes are the same no matter where theyr'e from....'

Headquarters, 1st East Africa Rifle Division
Tabora, Chevrokian East Africa

It had finally started to calm down around Tabora. Major General Forrest Frederick recalled there being firefights around Tabora just about all day, every day, since ... well, since he'd arrived five weeks prior. Rebel groups hiding out in the woodlands in western Tanzania had been causing major problems, especially along the Tanzanian Central Railway, the only major land route connecting Tabora to Kigoma on Lake Tanganyika. Of course, the Chevrokian military was not restricted to using the land for transport, but civil travel and commerce were being blocked, and something had to be done.

Thus was born the 1st East Africa Rifle Division. As the Tanzania-Burundi Campaign rolled on, many locals wanted the bloodshed to end so they could go back to their lives; their homes, their jobs, their families. So a request for volunteers to secure the region was put out. The commanders had hoped at best for the equivalent of few regiments; they got a whole division. Since new weapons and equipment to fit out the volunteers weren't yet available, they made do with what they had brought. A lucky few had AK-47s, most still had old bolt-action rifles. But for what they lacked in firepower they made up for in accuracy. Frederick had been quite impressed by the marksmanship of many locals.

And so the volunteers had been tasked with securing the western portion of the territory. For them, it was a matter of pride; they would secure their own land, land that their families had lived on for generations. Sometimes their pride caused them to get into pretty nasty night battles with the rebel groups. For those times, they were quite lucky, for there were several dozen Chevrokian military advisors and forward air controllers embedded in the Division who could call in airstrikes to clean out the enemy forces.

With the immediate area around Tabora secured, half of the divisional forces were being sent west to the Lake to secure the western border, along with small detachments of Republic Marines who were already out there. It was still very much wild territory. Frederick watched with interest as the first group of local soldiers, clad with new Chevrokian uniforms (the only thing they had recieved in quantity), loaded up onto the very old train to head west.

The commandos reached their destination a bit sooner than expected. They had seen no one but a few natives, Tanzanian, Ugandan, or Zambian they couldn't tell. Unfortunately for the natives, they had orders to eliminate anyone who could even remotely identify the squad. The commandos were very efficient with the Kabar battle knife....

They had spent the past six hours setting up a makeshift camp, so expertly blended in with the surrounding area that an interloper would be just seconds away from death before he realized that anyone was there.

The Panthers, as they had come to be called, were near to the border- junction of the old nations of Tanzania, Uganda, and Kenya. Their job? Right now, just sit tight and gather any info they could.

'Info about what?', thought Sgt. Gebhart. 'There 'aint anything out here.' Gebhart was one of the original members of this squad. They'd had quite the rep for destruction until the day they tried to kill the king of IsDangra. Damn near succeeded, but twenty yards from the king's chambers they were set upon by over a hundred palace guards. Six against a hundred. They were good....but they weren't that good.

Four of the six commandos had died that morning. Gebhart had sustained a couple of minor wounds. Cpl. Vareki took several bullets to his left arm and leg, but made it out.

"Hey sarge. Guess what I'm thinking about?" It was Vareki. Gebhart grinned. "Probably the same thing I am. Palace, twenty-six years ago?"

"You got it, Sarge. Sarge, what the fuck we doin' here anyhoo?"

"You know as much as I do, corporal. All I know is that it can get pretty sticky with the Tanzanian government if we're caught here."

"Hell, sarge, we're close enough to the other borders. We can hi-tail it outta here and cross into one of the other countries."

"Yeah, or we can fight. What would you rather do, Vareki?"

Vareki's face changed. "Kill 'em, sarge. I'm tired of runnin'. I think Dangari's runnin' days are through."

"I'm with you, corporal. Fight 'em we will..............."

Kindu Army Air Corps Base, Day #58 of the African Campaign
Grid Square #4210/55000/12100FTR (Real-life central Democratic Republic of the Congo)

Towers for rigid airships were being erected off on the other side of the base, well away from the runways for the airplanes of the Army Air Corps. Right now they were masses of scaffolding and prefabricated sections being hoisted into place by cranes that stretched high into the air. It was a cause to marvel at, as some of the local natives were known to be doing from far-off hilltops. Every other spot close to the headquarters for the State's presence in the newly-designated region of "Gorjen Bautizar" was capped with a fire support base. Artillery and mortars, barracks, helicopter pads, bunkers, barbed wire ringing the facilities. Some of the soldiers manning one of the more southern fire support bases occasionally looked up at the pair of Spartan (http://phoenixdynamix.proboards38.com/index.cgi?board=Aircraft&action=display&thread=1148863844) defense blimps that were orbiting around the base, circling over the mountains as they continued on their patrols.

Kindu was a quiet location, the locals bought off by the corporations in exchange for basic commodities. Some new agricultural techniques, the occasional trinket that was of little value to a soldier but worth a lifetime of envy to one of the backwards inhabitants of this region. It was well worth remaining here. Unlike locations like Foxtrot-Yankee.

Forward Operating Base Foxtrot-Yankee One-Seven
20km northwest of the Chevrokian East Africa Border (Inside real-life Uganda)

"Sniper! Sniper!"

"Everybody take cover. Shinsong, stay down!" the lieutenant roared at the men as he pressed his back against the cold concrete of the bunker. He swore softly to himself as he saw other men across the hilltop base diving for cover wherever it was found; behind tanks, empty oil drums, inside bunkers, trenches, even down the stairs that led to the underground command post. A whine of a bullet came to his ears as it streaked over the roof of the bunker, no doubt from the treeline not two hundred yards away. "Is everybody all right?!"

"Sir, they got Mueken!" Peeking around the corner of the bunker only got the officer a spray of concrete chips in his face as a bullet narrowly missed him. Sputtering, he pulled his head back around the corner, but not until after seeing one of his men laying out on the dirt. It was turning to mud from the blood pouring from his wound. Already he was calling out in agony, begging for someone to come and get him. Mueken was a good man, an explosives specialist who'd joined the corporation after two years spent handling explosives and hazardous materials in an ore mine back on the Bautizar plateau, in the State's home territory.

It was another case-in-point of the insecurity to be found along the border with what intelligence had designated "Chevrokian East Africa." Reports and intercepted message traffic said that the Chevrokians had been battling a guerrilla insurgency in their territory ever since occupying it. Recently they had been scoring successes against the insurgents, but it was only serving to drive them over into Bautizaran territory. For the last two weeks there had been a steadily-escalating series of hit-and-fade attacks mounted against border positions. E-8C JSTARS were useless to combat these guerrillas, their sensors not designed to pick out individual infantry. Spartan class defensive blimps were useless for much the same way. It was like trying to hit a mosquito with a 105mm shell from an M34 tank.

Off to the lieutenant's right a tank spoke up, the barking thud of its forward secondary 55mm gun followed by the rendering crash of an explosion down in the trees, and then the far louder crack of its main 105mm gun firing. Next came the machine guns inside the bunker he was using for cover opening up, stitching lines of bullets into the trees. Branches crashed to the ground as leaves were stripped off the foliage, the bullets making an odd pattering sound not unlike running feet as grim-faced soldiers walked the lines of tracers back and forth through the tree branches. After a few minutes they stopped and let the weapons fall silent. Another tank rolled up to join the first, and from somewhere else an engine roared to life as yet a third was manned by its crew, who had no doubt taken cover elsewhere while the sniper was hunted down.

"Clear!" a radio whined somewhere. Despite the pronouncement the tanks weren't buying it, turrets swinging back and forth across the trees as long-nosed barrels sought some new target. A medic hustled in from somewhere, sprinting for the body laying out on the ground with his equipment bag banging against his right thigh. The stretcher crew was right behind him, moving equally fast. Only when they were running back towards the company medical center did the lieutenant let his shoulders slouch and his posture relax.

"Hell of a day sir," one of his squad sergeants remarked as he walked past, rifle now hanging over the man's shoulder. The officer nodded, glancing up as a pair of A-17 Warhawk II (http://phoenixdynamix.proboards38.com/index.cgi?board=Aircraft&action=display&thread=1099026949)'s darted in with a screech of engines, whipping out over the trees. A little too late he ironically thought to himself, watching them skim out towards the border before turning and retreating.

Note: The locations are false and are made up!

Easternpoint, Turkey

The huge military base "Easternpoint" that was on a hill tall hill also called "Easternpoint" was on alert. Hundreds of rebels surrounded the base but fortunately for the 2nd Miltia Regiment, they were surrounded by thick steel wall, protected by powerful unmanned automatic-machine guns and 60mm anti-tank guns. The proud army had always called it "invincible" since no one ever went passed it and were confident that it would remain that even though they were outnumbered 5 to one.

Lt. Sara Wilson tried to see what the hell it was that was burning off in the distance, but it was just a little too far even for the binocs to catch. Whatever it was was about 25 miles into Tanzania.

"Hey, Collins, whattya think about a little excursion into Tanz? We could be out and back in a week or so."

Capt. Joe Collins answered without looking at her. "Whatcha got in mind there, lieutenant?"

"Well, sir, we've ben getting reports of some rebel units putting up a fight in Bautizar/Uganda, and now in Chev/Tanz and New Brit/Kenya. I think we'd be put to better use finding out just what the hell is going on out there...not to mention the fact that we're all bored as hell from all this sittin' around."

Collins mulled it over. "Maybe ya got something there, Wilson. Tell ya what we do. You pick two guys to go with you into Tanz, and I'll take the other two into Uganda. In five days we head to these coordinates in Kenya and meet up there, then we'll decide what to do next. Sound like a plan?"

Sara grinned broadly. "Yessir. I'll take Carrara and Hendricks. We'll leave as soon as it's dark."

5th East Africa Rifle Regiment
25 miles inside the Zambia-Tanzanian Border
Chevrokian East Africa

The smoke could be seen for miles. Even in the heavy downpour, the trees and the shrubs were smoldering after the airstrike. Most of the men of the regiment had never before witnessed something so immensely powerful. A recon team had spotted a big concentration of rebel forces, and it was decided to clean them out entirely. One of the Chevrokian forward air controllers radioed to Salaam Base their location and situation. About an hour later, one of the men observed a long, dark shape emerge from the clouds, followed moments later by a tremendous explosion as a 30,000-pound bomb was airburst over the enemy forces.

When the 5th Regiment came in to see what was left, they found ... nothing. Or at least, nothing in large enough pieces to be properly identified. The bomb cleared out everything within about a quarter-mile of the blast; the rebels, their camp, the trees, everything. All that remained was debris.

And so it seemed to the men that the southwest border area had been secured. The other three regiments were at other locations further north, securing the eastern shore of Lake Tanganyika.

(OOC: Hopefully I'll get some more up later.)

"M'lord, Chevrokian airstrike in Zambian sector, northeast quadrant."

Zeto spun around. "What? What the hell are foreign nationals doing in Dangari, and what the hell is their reason for an airstrike?"

"M'lord, we've been receiving sporadic reports about Tanz.Chev rebels crossing various borders for about 2 weeks now."

"Yes, yes, I know all about 'em. Is this related?"

"Apparently, m'lord. The rebels are obviously of the opinion that they can cross borders indiscriminately. At any rate, the Chevrokians tracked them to a point 23.6 miles into our territory. They rebels were heading to Malawi. It was a couple of klicks from that border that the strike caught up with them."

"Malawi? Ayone occupying it yet?"

"Negative, m'lord. It's one vast jungle with small open plains. A handful of natives, maybe a thousand."

"Malawi, huh? Bring me a map of the area, then get a message off to whoever the hell in Chev ordered the airstrike. Tell 'em that the next time they want to destroy something in my territory, they better let me know before it happens."

"Yes, m'lord."

Turkey, Istanbul, 4 hrs after Easternpoint was attacked.


"Commander, Easternpoint is requesting air support, they're being massacred there," said the colonel.

"Send thirty three Apache Gunships and twenty Black Hawks. Also send the fighters to drop napalm bombs on those nigga rebels," Commander Green replied.

"Yes sir!"

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Easternpoint, 3 hrs after Easternpoint was attacked

"M'lord, Chevrokian airstrike in Zambian sector, northeast quadrant."

Zeto spun around. "What? What the hell are foreign nationals doing in Dangari, and what the hell is their reason for an airstrike?"

"M'lord, we've been receiving sporadic reports about Tanz.Chev rebels crossing various borders for about 2 weeks now."

"Yes, yes, I know all about 'em. Is this related?"

"Apparently, m'lord. The rebels are obviously of the opinion that they can cross borders indiscriminately. At any rate, the Chevrokians tracked them to a point 23.6 miles into our territory. They rebels were heading to Malawi. It was a couple of klicks from that border that the strike caught up with them."

"Malawi? Ayone occupying it yet?"

"Negative, m'lord. It's one vast jungle with small open plains. A handful of natives, maybe a thousand."

"Malawi, huh? Bring me a map of the area, then get a message off to whoever the hell in Chev ordered the airstrike. Tell 'em that the next time they want to destroy something in my territory, they better let me know before it happens."

"Yes, m'lord."

OOC: I was under the impression that this was within my territory, given that you had said "25 miles into Tanzania" in your previous post.

The Falkland islands

Governor Sir George Lee sat down at his office writing out some taxes for the people. He heard children playing on the streets.Falkland islands was sometimes a cold place but it warmed up alittle.As governor he had buit 78 mines in the colony for the people to work at.About 5 million people lived in Falkland islands.Alot of people on the island were poor or out of work.The UK2 government just sent them 6 billion dollar grant to help them.He had also made up his cabinet to take care of the peoples needs.He also wanted to talk with Prime Minister Mary McAleese to make a Falkland island military since the military was under UK2 control.As the union jack flew on the flagpole Sir George felt happy he had the honor to lead this colony.

West African Colonies

In Scandinvan West Africa the Imperial legions had entered into a campaign to suppress the tribes and all the while keeping up the supply lines in dense. To this objective the forest had been trimmed back in many locations in order to allow for landings by helicopters or create makeshift landing areas for supplies to be delivered effectively enough for the rapid advance to continue effectively and to allow for the Scandinvan Imperial soldiers to secure the lands behind them as they took the role of colonial occupation forces. Though they were greatly outnumbered by the natives they were easily able to sweep the aside due to superior forces and technology.

Arabian Peninsula

The Scandinvan forces had now secured the water holes and prevented access to them by sheer forces of arm in order to keep the tribes in line and to bring the remaining one either to certain oblivion or under the strict control of the Empire. The people though had been for the most part reverted to paganinistic religions in the eastern and central areas of Arabia so it was easier to bring them under the Scandinvan banner as their was no unifying religion now there, but in the west it was a lot harder due to Islam which had to be answered by the Imperial forces taking control of the black stone which and Kabba which resulted in the people calming down a bit due to their religion belief.

Yet, now Scandinvan settlers in the east had homes made for them and the local peoples, whom had benefited from the conquest due to being given access to higher foods supplies and more water then they ever had. This also resulted in them giving a number of their daughters to the Scandinvan settlers and soldiers as this would give them a greater place in the community as they would now have an ally in the ruling group of the population. This was because the Scandinvan settlers had come knowing of the culture and were willing to accept quite a great numbers of its aspects, except forced wearing of veils and the use of the left hand.

South African Colonies

In the Nambia Imperial soldiers had destroyed a few dozen tribes and now had broken any remaing will to resist Imperial occupation. Many of the natives had been rounded up that live near the coast and sent to live in the growing private farms where each was granted a clean single family home, running water, a free powered fridge, a battery radio, and education for their children in their native language, with Scandinvan English only given as a side subject. With that now many of the young teenagers had been granted scholarships to go to boarding schools in the mainland Empire where they would recieve full fare to college and then given the choice to stay in th Empire or return to thir homes in Africa. Although, only the tribes that had submitted quickly were allowed this oppturunity for their children's education.

Falkland Islands

Governor Sir George Lee walked with his guards in the capital,Port Stanley celebrating National Falkland Islands Day.He and his wife Lady Joan met with hundreds of people.The Population was only 3,000 people but their were 5 million people on the islands.As the people came more guards were coming in.The United Kingdom2 was at threat three during the IRA attacks in the United Kingdom2 so Falkland was also at threat three.People ate and sang and drank and claped.The Governor went on the stage with his cabinet and said his speech about the Falkland Islands history and making a better place to live.He would later say his national speech to the rest of the Island in the governer mansion.

Governor Mansion of Falkland Islands

Governor Lee just made his national speech to the island.He would be going to sleep in a few hours.He had tried so hard to make the Falkland Islands a better place but it was hard.More then half of the population were out of work and many were thinking of moving back to the United Kingdom2.He couldn't let that happen.

OOC: I was under the impression that this was within my territory, given that you had said "25 miles into Tanzania" in your previous post.


The heading of your last post ( #20 ) says "25 miles into the Zambia-Tanzania border." I took that to mean that you had crossed into Zambia and took out the Tanz rebels. Which is perfectly OK w/me. I wasn't pissed or anything. I was just posting what I thought the character would do in that situation.

The Prince studied the map of Malawi and it's surrounding area. The Zambia/Malawi border was heavily forested, from the town of Chitipa in the north to the village of Chipata in the south. And the ancient tribal capitol of the nation was Lilongwe, just 70 or so miles from Zambia.

What actually interested Zeto most was the the large lake that took up almost a third of the country. Lake Malawi was in the eastern part of the country, bordering Tanzania and Mozambique. There were also two smaller lakes, Malombe and Chilwa.

The Prince mentally calculated what the advantage would be to have possession of the lake,and then began to calculate what it would take to aquire possession of the lake. The Chevrokians might be interested in the lake also. Tanz and Moz both bordered the lake, and both were Chevrokian-occupied lands. Perhaps he could broker a deal with them............

"Captain Doremus, how long would it take to get three legions to our eastern borders?"

"Including armor, MASH units, and FireBases, m'lord?"

Yes...60,000 men, 40 MBTs, howitzers, multi-VLS units, medical personnel and support."

Captain Doug Doremus thought for a moment, glanced at his clipboard, and said, "Three weeks, m'lord, maybe four."

Zeto stared hard at him. "Make it so, Captain...the sooner the better....."

The heading of your last post ( #20 ) says "25 miles into the Zambia-Tanzania border." I took that to mean that you had crossed into Zambia and took out the Tanz rebels. Which is perfectly OK w/me. I wasn't pissed or anything. I was just posting what I thought the character would do in that situation.

OOC: Ah, well I meant it to be within Tanzania, so that it would tie in with the smoke spotted by your guys in post #19. Sorry for the confusion.

Oh, and in regards to post #29, I don't have a claim on Mozambique, just Tanzania and Burundi. Moz would be part of Honako's claim.

OOC: Ah, well I meant it to be within Tanzania, so that it would tie in with the smoke spotted by your guys in post #19. Sorry for the confusion.

Oh, and in regards to post #29, I don't have a claim on Mozambique, just Tanzania and Burundi. Moz would be part of Honako's claim.


ooc: No problem. Actually works out better that I thought it was in my territory. And thanks for the heads-up about Moz. Complicates things a little, but not too bad.

Forward Operating Base Foxtrot-Yankee One-Seven
20km northwest of the Chevrokian East Africa Border (Inside real-life Uganda)

Smoke was curling up from where one of the observation towers had been hit last night, the metal-and-concrete construct damaged by an incoming mortar round. This was turning into a nightly event at the forward operating bases: gunfire and a handful of mortar rounds from the darkness, followed by silence as soldiers of the Bautizar Defense Corporation hustled into prepared fortifications. Just as they were starting to relax and unwind there would be a second barrage, resulting in a hail of gunfire that only served to shred more trees and cut down branches that the guerrillas were using for cover.

General Baxtiore lowered his binoculars from staring out over the jungle, feeling the artificial wind generated by the MH-53J Pave Low's still-turning blades on the back of his neck. There were several soldiers nearby, their boots thudding on the concrete and sliding on the dirt below as he continued to stand atop one of the machinegun bunkers. Stretching from just a mere two hundred yards away to the edge of his vision was the jungle that covered this landscape towards the Chevrokian East African border. And he saw why this was turning into such a problematic situation.

The rebel strikes on forward operating bases were continuing to intensify, thanks to the jungle terrain and suspected support from local villagers. In their infinite wisdom the eight corporations had decided against a forced relocation or anything of the sort, fearing that it would only serve to antagonize peoples who would soon be working in the factories and mines that were even now being constructed far to the rear, in more pacified zones. Their decision left the State's military firm in a tough position, limited to more conventional tactics and strategies suited for the more traditional inter-state warfare. It was vexing.

There was another strategy in the wind, though. General Baxtiore hoped it would be successful in crushing this minor uprising with important strategic implications.

Forward Operating Base X-Ray Ten-Ten
47km west of the Chevrokian East Africa Border (Inside real-life Democratic Republic of the Congo)

"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Lieutenant Nanton Dawood, and I'll be your pilot for today," the pilot said over the intercom, reaching up to click a couple of switches into position on the overhead panel. Behind him in the troop compartment, a line of soldiers was settling into position in the two rows of seats that faced each other, backs against the side walls. Over their heads the rotors of the MH-53J (http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/systems/aircraft/images/mh-53j-000324-f-0308n-014.jpg) Pave Low IIIE were beating in the air, driving away the oppressive heat that was trying to close in on the helicopter.

"State regulations designate this a non-smoking Pave Low helicopter, and please keep all seat backs and tray tables in the upright position. For any passengers going to Kindu," he added as a hand readjusted the microphone boom on his helmet, "then you're on the wrong helicopter. Please, sit back and enjoy the flight." There were chuckles from behind him as the troops started to relax.

Their uniforms were different than the average infantryman, not only because they were carrying more gear, but because their weapons were more advanced. XM8 (http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/systems/ground/images/xm8-poster.jpg) modular carbines had been in use in the Bautizar Defense Corporation for almost ten years now, the design stemming from another round of the successful economic espionage that had been practiced until recently (or so the State claimed publicly). It was a rarity to see soldiers carrying all the components though: normally they only brought one or two different pieces with them on field missions.

But these weren't just ordinary soldiers. These were Special Weapons commandos, better known as SpecWeps in common military lingo. They were the elite of the ground corps, hundreds having applied each year to joint their ranks. Yet only ten or twelve were selected each year, finding themselves in an environment that was unforgiving of mistakes and could reduce the most elite soldier to something lower than a citizen if they failed in their duty to the State. There was a full platoon of 36 on board the MH-53J, as compared to their normal operating groups of only four or eight. It was clear they were going somewhere important.

The MH-53J lifted off the grass in a thunderous roar of clattering blades and blowing dust and dry grass. To its front a pair of infantryman watched it ascend into the air with expressions of interest, hands shielding their eyes from the glare of the hot sun overhead. This lowland base, constructed on a grassy plain as opposed to the more common mountaintop bases, could get damned hot sometimes. At least the blowing air from the helicopter blades provided a welcome relief, at least until it nosed over and buzzed off over the runway. It finally vanished over the far-off trees as its noise began to diminish.

State Radio Broadcast
Day #61 of the African Campaign

- Begin Excerpt -

... officials at the Bautizar Defense Corporation today confirmed the deaths of three more personnel, killed in an attack on a forward operating base in the colony of Gorjen Bautizar. With casualties reported to be on the rise, it came as no surprise to many here in the capital to learn that officials within the Wiyrkomi Corporation are reportedly re-evaluating the corporation's position that restricts its personnel in the colonies from carrying weapons.

At government center, where debate over the African campaign has remained subdued and peaceful, there was an unusual scene today as officials of the Bautizar Defense Corporation appeared before the Chief Executive Panel in a rare-closed door session. After conclusion of the meeting news emerged that the State's military arm has gone to an "increased alert level," citing a deteoriating security situation on the African continent and in the South Atlantic (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=523441).

- End Excerpt -

As the sun rose over the Kenyan serengeti, a flag was risen over the streets of Nairobi. The new Governor of Kenya was seated at his desk preparing for the speech he would give to the people at the Parliament tommorrow. "This is the Dawn of a great new age" he thought to himself.

The Governor's optimism however, was not shared by everyone.the Aurania-Shifreans had been met with hostility at first and now even that they were being presented full citizenship, they were still quite cautious.

Falkland Islands

Governor Lee stood at his desk.Just a boring day in the falkland islands.He had just met with his cabinet.He could not figure out why so much people were out of work.Almost everyone one the islands had a job.The workforce was low and they needed to trade off some things to other countries to earn something.There main products are oil,fish,wheat,beef and beer.If they didin't have the strong enough work force the islands could die.The governor would have to raise pay even if the islands didn't that much funding to do it.

"Those assholes are lookin' at us lookin' at them", said the commander. He could see the Malawin border guards, both of 'em, peering at them through their binocs. They were in some kind of make-shift tower apparently constructed of scraps of wood from here and there. Their rifles looked to be fifty years old.

The Dangaran forces had been in the area west of Chipata for two weeks now, building fortifications, clearing away the jungle, cutting an airfield out of the swampy marshes. Commander Rau knew the same was going on up north near the Malawan town of Chitipa. He officially hadn't a clue as to why the Prince had chosen these areas to build a base, but unofficially, he had more than a sneaking suspicion that 60,000 Dangaran Marines were soon to be advancing due east into key areas of Malawi. He'd caught a glimpse of a map in General Wyrth's tent with the Malawin towns of Chitipa, Kaporo, Mzuzu, Chipata, and Monkey Bay circled in red.

"Commander Rau! On the double!" It was the General.

Rau made a beeline for the General's HQ and arrived to see him and the other commanders poring over the battle-map. "Nice that you could join us, Commander. I hope it was something worthwhile that kept you from this meeting."

"Well, General, I was just taking a look at those Malawan border guards. Could it be that they really don't have a clue what's about to happen out there?"

"Rest assured,Commander...they aren't going to know what hit them. As a matter of fact, in three minutes, they'll be a memory. All of you, step outside and fix your binocs on that tower eight miles from here."

They all piled out of the tent, and within a couple of minutes they heard then saw a lone Viper streak out of the western sky. The aircraft banked left and leveled off just 40 feet above the treetops. When it was about 3/4 mile from the tower, two Tomahawk A/S missiles were fired. In less than 15 seconds, the tower disintegrated into thousands of splinters as the missiles found their mark. The Viper veered off, headed back west.

General Wyrth spoke into his radio. "Move 'em out, Colonel." The Dangaran troops formed a column, and under cover of Dangaran gunships, marched for the Malawan border.

The General turned to face his commanders. "Gentlemen, in two days we plan to be in control of a half-dozen Malawan cities. Shortly afterwards, we will be in control of Lake Malawi. These are the Prince's desires, and we exist to fulfil those desires. Any questions?"

"Sir, who or what is currently in control of Malawi?"

"It looks to be a combination of Malawan troops and troops from a nation named Honako. They don't appear to be much of a threat. Aerial pics show a very backward state of affairs in the Malawan interior. But...we shall see....."

Fourty-four thousand army regulars and marines were hard not to see, but so far there was no response from Malawan authorities.

Three blocks of troops advanced across the Malawan border, one directly in Chipata, one in Chitipa, and the third in the center about 100 miles north of Kasunga National Park. This one's orders were to proceed 60 miles into Malawi and halt. They were to set up a main HQ complete with MASH hospitals and firebases.

The other two were to immediately attack and subdue the two towns then march towards Mzuzu and Nkota Bay. The northern army was to send 4,000 troops on to capture Kaporo and the southern army was ordered to set up a periphery around the Malawan capitol of Lilongwe. Monkey Bay was last on the list labeled for destruction.

Two squadrons of AirWolf gunships patrolled 5-10 miles ahead of the advancing Dangaran armies while two squadrons of Viper fighter jets tore across the skies. Each block of troops had a half-dozen Wolfhound MBTs directly out in front of the line. The troops were spread out over a seven-mile staggered line, half the troops 50 yards behind the foremost.

Captain Chuck Cassidy was wondering 'what the fuck?'. No resistance, no chatter on the airwaves....no nothing. Cassidy was commander of the platoon of Wolfhounds headed into Chipata. They were still several miles from the town square, proceeding at a cautious pace. "OK, gents, keep your ears and eyes open. Something's gotta happen soon or we're just gonna roll right into town without a fight."

All tank commanders acknowledged Cassidy as their tanks lumbered on, ever closer to Chipata......

Melika walked into the Governor's office, it was just he first day and already trouble was brewing.

"Governor Manuto, there is a situation arising to the south" she said, "in Tanzania which is ruled by the nation of Dangari."

The Governor swivled around in his chair for a moment and thought it out. "I want President Mirelles notified immediatly, and boost the number of troops guarding our southern border."

"Yes, sir." she quickly replied and hurried out of the room.

Then the governor looked at the newspaper that lay on his desk, "hmm...Terrorist attack in Droskianishk, massive revolt in Clandonia,...well well DaSilva has been made appointed Governor of Ecuador, i call him later and send my congrats."

"Governor Manuto, there is a situation arising to the south" she said, "in Tanzania which is ruled by the nation of Dangari."

OOC: Actually, I've got the claim on Tanzania.

Post coming up soon.

OOC: Actually, I've got the claim on Tanzania.




oo my bad just ignore the post before

Falkland Islands

Governor Lee was having a cabinet meeting with the cabinet ministers.A storm was a coming.Reports said the storm was very hugeand could wipe out an entire island in just one hour.With five milion people living on the Falkland Islands is was going to be hard to get them to a safe place.The UK2 government had already sent ships to take people out of the danger zones but most people didn't what to leave their homes.the storm would strike anyday now and the Governor knew he and his team weren't prepared to handle it.

El Presidente was trimming the end off of his Cuban cigar, humming an old tune from his boyhood days when he heard what he took to be several jets moving fast across the city followed by three consecutive explosions on the north side of Santiago.

He jumped up and ran to the window. Off in the distance, smoke was billowing upward from the area where the small military base was located. Chile and it's neighbors had been at peace for such a long time, there was only a nominal army, and virtually no navy.

As he gazed at the scene, unable to imagine what it could mean, the door to his inner office burst open and a half-dozen black-clad soldiers trotted in the room. They were followed by a burly, grizzled behemoth of a man who strode right up to the Presidente and said, "I assume your'e the head of this shithole of a country. I need to inform you that this is no longer the case." He grinned, grabbed the cigar out of the Presidente's hand and jammed it into his mouth. "In the name of Prince Zeto Tanel I assume command of Chile, which is now part of the Dangaran Federation."

El Presidente just stood there, mouth open, unable to speak. As he slowly came to the realization of what was happening, he grew furious, yelling, "How dare you come into my sovereign nation and make such a preposterous announcement! I'll have you arrested and thrown into prison! I'll have you shot! Guards! Guards! To me!"

"Save your breath, Pancho. Theyr'e dead, as is most of your sorry-ass excuse for an army. We've sunk your entire navy and captured all communication centers. Your'e our last stop."

El Presidente sat down hard in is chair. "Wha....how....when...." He stared at the soldiers as if he had lost his mind.

"All you need to know is what I've just told you," said General Vlad Varak, now Governor-General of the Dangaran Colony of Chile. "If you don't like it....tough." Turning to one of the burly troopers, he said, "Get him outta here."

As the trooper moved to go around the desk, El Presidente pulled open a drawer, drew out a pistol, and fired it into the chest of the trooper. The trooper was spun around by the force of the shot, but he was amply outfitted in Kevlar II body armor.

Before the trooper was halfway to the floor, the other soldiers opened fire, cutting the former President of Chile into three different pieces, blood, brains and bone splattering the walls of the office.

Gen. Varak looked at the corpse,muttered "asshole", and said, "Bring the rest of the family in here."

In just a minute, three women were herded into the office, and they screamed and cried when they saw their father and husband lying in a massive pool of blood.

Varak said nothing for about 20 seconds, then yelled, "Alright! Now shut the fuck up! Sit down, now!" All but one obeyed, a chubby wench who strode over to the General and slapped him in the face. The troopers were about to open fire, but Varak held up his hand. "You just struck the Governor-General of Chile. A crime punishable by death. But.....let's see just how tough you are." With that, he stood, looked her in the eye for two seconds, and then hauled back and hit her right in her face, breaking her nose and knocking loose three teeth. Blood spurted as she hit the floor hard, unconscious. The woman who Varak took to be the mother ran to her side and cradled the girl's head. She looked at the general. "You miserable pig! Try that with me and I'll see you dead!"

"Really," he said. He glanced at the trooper closest to the woman, inclined his head, nodding. The trooper picked the woman up by her hair while grabbing her wrists, and like a projectile leaving a rifle barrel, threw her out of the third floor window of the Presidential Palace. The woman's scream was suddenly cut off as she hit the hard cobblestones in the courtyard with a sickening thud.

Varak looked at the remaining girl in the room. "You got anything to say, bitch?"

She didn't.........................

ooc: No problem. Actually works out better that I thought it was in my territory. And thanks for the heads-up about Moz. Complicates things a little, but not too bad.

OOC: I can work with it having occured in your territory. I just wanted to get things cleared up.



7th East Africa Rifle Regiment
Bujumbura, Chevrokian East Africa

There had been plenty of rebel groups putting up a hell of a fight in territory of Chevrokian East Africa. Word had it that 5th Regiment had come across a group in their camp off to the south, and luck had it that they hadn't been alerted to the 5th's presense. Some time later that day, an RAF Valkyrie had dumped a gigantic 15-ton HE bomb on the position and obliterated it. However, the location itself caused a debacle as it happened to be 25 miles on the other side of the western border. Somebody was definetly gonna have to do some fast talking to get their ass out of a court-marshal.

But none of the rebels were any harder to clean out than the Hutu militias in the northwest, in what used to be Burundi. Years of ethnic warfare against the Tutsis had put them in a situation to cause serious casualties to the Chevrokian forces in and around Bujumbura when the 7th Regiment arrived. And control of the city was vital to the overall strategic sitation, specifically, control over the east shore of northern Lake Tanganyika.

Lieutenant Augustine Shayo was among the few volunteers for the East Africa Division who could speak English, and so he was often used as an interpreter between the Chevrokian forces, the other volunteers, and the locals, in addition to his new job as a forward air controller. He was still fairly uncertain of his duties, but he did his best when the commander of the 7th told him to get in air support.

"This is Lieutenant Shayo of the 7th Regiment, outside Bujumbura. We're having some serious ... problems with the Hutus just, ah, east of the city. Any big birds out there to help us out?"

He hoped that any aircrews listening would actually understand what he was trying to get at. He waited while the sounds of rifle fire and mortars still played all around him.

"Roger that, Shayo, this is Aluminum Overcast, we're about halfway between Kigora and your position, hauling 50 tons of fun. Will be on your location in about 15 minutes."
"15 minutes, roger that. Thank you for the help."

Shayo wasn't enitrely sure what all the terms the man said meant. The 7th's commander came over and asked:

"Well, come on, son, is anybody out there?"
"Yes, sir. 15 minutes until help arrives, what was it they say ... hauling 50 tons of fun, I believe?"
"Holy shit," the commander said. "All right, Lieutenant, tell the men we've got a heavy mover coming in, and to find a good piece of cover, they're gonna need it."

Around 15 minutes later, the enormous shape of Aluminum Overcast, one of many B-80A Albatross bombers in the Republic Air Force, emerged lumbering over the horizon. As the men started taking cover, the cavernous bomb bays opened up, and the barrage began. Shayo was positively terrified, but he couldn't even begin to imagine how it bad must've been for the enemy. The explosions were walked right down the enemy line, throwing dirt and debris all around.

A few minutes later, the choking cloud of dust and smoke finally started to clear due to the wind. Shayo emerged from his cover to look at the damage. He could hardly believe that something so devastating had just been unleased upon the enemy. The commander came over to him.

"Lieutenant?"
"Sir?"
"Good work, son. Get the men up, we're moving into the city."
"Very good, sir."

Olmedrecan West-Asia

Rebellion had started. Local religious leader, known as „Mahdi“, had led Arabs in Iraq to war aganist Olmedreca. Large rebel army with about 160,000 troops was marching south. Olmedrecan commanders decided to give Arabs lesson that will not be forgotten for centuries. It was decided to give Arabs open battle to maximise rebel casualties and get all their leadership. 33rd division with 20,000 troops dug in near Al Kut and started waiting for rebel army.

160,000 thousand warriors, confident that Allah will protect them, marched towards 8 times smaller Olmedrecan force which had dug in at river bank to avoid being surrounded. Rebel weaponry was outdated, about 10 thousand Ak-47 which were used by Mahdis elite force, and about 30 thousand older rifles from both World wars. The rest of army was armed with bows, spears and swords. There was also 20 thousand big cavalry force. Large rebel army prayed at dawn and then marched to battle aganist dug in Olmedrecans. One hundred thousand poorly armed rebels shouted "Allah Akbar!" and charged Olmedrecan positions at frontal assault. Commander of 33rd division, Major General Jaanus Kask, allowed rebels to reach 400 meters from his positions until saying "Kill them all!" At next moment Olmedrecans opened fire from their DR-83.II tactical rifles, MG’s and dug in tanks immediately joined them. Rebel losses were horrible but they continued pressing.

From memories of private Eduard Mägi: "It was pure slaughter. Rebels charged like there would be no tommorrow, and for most of them there wasn’t any. But still new warriors marched on, their green flags rised again and again then next wave charged over dead bodies of their comrades, but they never made closer then 200 meters from our positions."

Finally rebel foce pulled back. Now Mahdi decided to bring to battle his better armed units and hit Olmedrecans with everything he had. 20 thousand big cavalry force and 10 thousand poorly armed infantry charged at Olmedrecan right wing, 50 thousand poorly armed infantry charged at left wing, but those attacks were meant to draw Olmedrecan fire as main hit was going to come from center. 40 thousand rebels armed with firearms charged to range of 300 meters, then proned and opened fire. Both attacks at wings were reppelled, although cavalry reached at one moment to 80 meters from Olmedrecan positions. But firefight at center did not end so fast although rebel losses there were also big. Now was time to bring in airfoce that Olmedrecans had held back so far. Whole central force was napalmed.

From memories of private Eduard Mägi: "I had thoguht that prevoius slaughter was horrible but this was hundred times worse. Tens thousands people burned alive, I will never forget those terrible screams. It seemed like gates of hell had been opened."

Mahdi and all rebel leadership died in flames. Whole rebel army went on full retreat but massacre was not over. Olmedrecan attack helicopters followed them and killed thousands of defenceless rebels. Finally Mahdi’s army survivors reached to Al Kut, but horror was not over as Olmedrecan B-52 bombers soonly reached over town, they did not use ordinary bombs, their bombs contained poison gas aganist which locals were defenceless. Then 33rd division reached to town few days later it was full of dead bodies, there were only few lucky survivors left, those survivors were allowed to espace to north so they would spread word about that how Olmedreca had dealt with opposition. Finally town was firebombed. All towns and villages at north which had participated in rebellion surrendered without futher resistance. Olmedrecan West-Asia was now fully pacified.

Olmedrecan Central-America

At Central America Olmedrecans used completely different approach. Area has little natural resources so major economic resources are its fertile land and frequent rainfall. Local resistance was minimal and Olmedrecans treated locals well. After cureing out several diseases aganist which locals had previously been defenceless friendly relationship was established. Olmedrecans introduced new technologies which allowed to highly rise archicultural output. Soonly effective trade was established, locals sold coffee, bananas, cocoa and sugar to Olmedrecan corporations and in echange received modern medicines, tractors and other equipment which made their life easier.

Falkland Islands

Governor Lee was busy was making a plan with his cabinet to protect the people from the storm.He had not closed down the mines and factories in the Islands but he closed down schools, trains ,buses, banks and other things until they could make sure the people were safe.The main products are oil,fish ,wheat, beef ,beer,gold and copper.UK2 soldiers were all over the area trying to get soldiers on to the ships before the storm hit.The governor was afraid to close down the factories and mines because it could harm there trading ports and that just couldn't happen.The governor would wait until the storm hit.

Mexico,New Mexico

The new Governor Philip Kentwood stood in his office.Mexico was a nice place to live and a great colony for trading and tourism.The GDP rate was 2 trillion dollars making them the richest colony of the United Kingdom2.The Governor looked out the window.It was such a great place.He had just arrived from Scotland and was just resting for now.The population was 78 million and was getting higher.He looked at the flagpole of the union jack.He was going to make this colony a great one.

Mexico,New Mexico

Governor Philip Kentwood sat down in his office.He was asked to take on 56 tours of Mexico.He walked around writing his speech to the armed forces.He wanted to make sure that Mexico would be protected by all means under his term in office.He put down his speech and headed towards his room where he would be meeting iwith the First Lady of Mexico.

Falkland Islands

Governor Sir George Lee sat in his limo.He stared outstide of the limo window.The Falkland Islands were half destroyed after the storm.Power was out for half of the Island and many people were wounded.He just hoped that the UK2 government would save them.

Mexico,New Mexico

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Governor Kentwood looked out the window.A UK2 warship was in the habour ready to defend Mexico.Soldiers marched into the city as hundreds of people ran to there homes.The governor asked his guards what was happening,they didn't know and returned to there posts.The governor worried what was happening.

ooc: this thread is still alive?

OOC:I guess so.

ooc: nice i'll post some news later.

OOC:Ok