NationStates Jolt Archive

Crecoria Mountains
Castelfiorentino Province
British Londinium
0142 hrs

In CE 810, when Londinian soldiers first encountered the Maori, who had migrated into the South Island, it was here that their primitive spears routed the highly advanced Londinian legionaries - an all too embarrassing lesson in the importance of controlling favourable terrain.

This lesson was not ignored by the al-Nakba militants, who had chosen the Crecoria Mountains to house a massive compound, where it was believed that they stored weapons, trained new jihadis, and, hopefully, kept some of their key leaders.

Black-clad Londinian Army soldiers trekked silently through the steep mountain pass as they approached the camp.

Major Faucher, in charge of the operation, raised a gloved hand rigidly, and the company halted immediately. He took his silenced assault rifle and pointed it around the corner. Land Warrior cameras mounted on the tip of the gun showed the facility, and heavy defences, and displayed this information to each and every soldier.

"Go on my mark," the major whispered. "Three...two...one...mark!"

The soldiers crawled from their cover, taking aim at the two front guards. Their bodies crumpled to the ground like ragdolls. The scene quickly degenerated into chaos.

Alarms started to sound as more masked extremists opened fire, rockets hurtling towards the Londinian soldiers, who charged towards the chain link fence, plastering the enemy in a hail of lead. Barracks full of sleeping would-be insurgents, too groggy to respond to the screaming klaxons, had their throats slit by polished scimitars, and anybody who appeared to be important was promptly knee-capped and gagged.

An hour later, the camp was declared secure, with only two military casualties, and trucks took away the prisoners for interrogation.

Area 7B, somewhere in Yarkai

8 Black Hawk helicopters lifted off for the Crecoria Mountains in British Londinium, intent on routing the insurgent group. this mission was level ten classification-no one other than the President and the Commander in Chief knew about it. this mission never happened unless it was released by the goverment. there were 48 men, all I.D.S.O.F personnel

and G.H.O.S.Ts (General Helicopter Objective Strike Team)
they were the best of the best, experts on any weapon, Nation or vehicle known to man. they could kill with their bare hands, they could make kills from miles away, and they could remain unseen even after the first shot had been fired.
their objective-neutrailize the insurgency and insure that no one is left alive

OOC: Intending on, erm, asking permission to enter so you aren't shot down on the way in? And, this is the primary thread for nations who host al-Nakba cells in their nations to RP eliminating them, rather than cluttering other threads. Now, if you have (or would like to have) al-Nakba militants in your country, feel free to RP attacking them there. Otherwise, ask permission before entering my country.

OOC: BL, wtf? I thought we were using this thread for the rp in my nation.

OOC: We're doing that too...I thought it would be best to put all things regarding eliminating al-Nakba in one thread, as not to clutter the forum. So, your nation's cells (and your destruction of them) can be RPed here as well. At least, that was my intent.

OOC: Lets do it then, you read my posts, you know whats going on.

Several Miles From Eastern Mountains
Aurum Domus

The three helicopters drew closer to the hideout in the mountains, a voice came over the radio in each chopper.

"Ok men you know what to do, kill only when necessary. Take as many alive as possible, we need to gather more information on this group."

The helicopters flew right over the hideout and the 30 men rappeled to the roof. A skylight was shotout and plastic explosives were fitted to several satellites on the roof. The agents descended through the skylight and the Senior Agent shouted, "Surrender or prepare for a long painfull death."

"Never, you filthy tezaks," cried one of the terrorists, shooting wildly at the agent with an old AK-47.

Heavy machine guns elsewhere in the camp opened fire on their helicopters, chattering "die motherfucker die" through their scythe of bullets.

The Senior Agent dropped to the floor, pulled his TDX .40 out of a hip holster, and fired several shots at the terrorist. The rest of the men rappeled through and opened fire with their DR-87 ASACs.

30 miles North of Rogue City
Clash Region
The Nation of Manufactured Anarchy

The Clash Region in MA was an area inhabited by few, an area where nature ruled supreme and right now an area of great importance. Intelligence had gathered information of the terrorist group al-Nakba gathing in this region and it seemed there target was to be Rogue City. Two teams of MA Forces moved through the quiet forest slowly making their way to the al-Nakba camp. Snipers had taken positions that would take out guards patrolling the camp. As soon as these first guards fell the other two teams would go in and take out the rest and secure the cell leaders if possible.

"Snipers in position. Targets in site. Awaiting confirmation.", came the message to the man leading this assault, Colonel Black.

"Fire at will.", he replied. As he did shots were heard and moments later an alarm was heard. This was their signal.

"Teams Alpha and Bravo charge!". The two teams chraged the camp running past the bodies of the preliminary guards. Their charge was assisted by the snipers who hung back and targeted any other militants emerging from tents. Thos they missed were soon shot down by the Teams. In the centre of the camp was the largest tent, most likely harboring the cell leader. Colonel Black led the way in. Inside stood a man by himself armed with nothing more than a pistol.

"Put down your weapon. You are under arrest on suspicion of conspiring to attack Manufactured Anarchy. I repeat put down your weapon!.", shouted Colonel Black.

The man looked at Colonel Black and raised the gun pointing to his own head.

"Don't do anything stupid." said Black seeing what the man was about to do. " Now put down the gun. We can help you."

The man kept his eyes on Black and pulled the trigger. The Cell Leader was dead before he hit the ground.

Odesa mountains Northern Gamma Halo

Captain Jack Stevens looked through his binoculars at the recently close tourist attraction Odesa Castle now the base of a al-Nakba cell. Intelliegence obtained from the interrogation of recently captured al-nakba members placed one of al-Babiks right hand men inside the castle walls.

'Aerial-3 what's the situation in there? Stevens whispered into his radio 'We've the jackpot this is definetly a training facility, looks like one of our boot camps Green Mamba' 'What's the status of the Tango's over? 'There mostly asleep, there are a few guards but nothing too heavy'

Stevens switched frequency's 'All team's move up on the castle' the men of RRTS Teams 4,5 and moved up ot the castle gate. 'Demo up' Stevens ordered a man placed three C4 charges on the gate and blew it to hell.

Then all Hell broke loose the explosion had woken up some of the trainee insurgents who rushed out only to meet a bullet in the chest. Anyone who was barking orders was tranquilized and arrested. The camp was quickly secured for CIB teams to comb over.

Washington Mountians, on Prestonia-Odinia border

"Damn it's cold up here, I thought summers were supposed to be warm," Major Lloyd Davis muttered to himself. As commander of the 91st Special Forces Batallion, one of the most elite units in the Central Prestonian Army, he had been taked with destroying an al-Nakba cell in the country. Earlier that week, al-Nakba had bombed the cargo port of St. Andrew, causing damage to a few cars and about $700,000 in damage but no injuries or deaths. The President, however, did not intend to wait for deaths to happen before he took action and ordered the 91st to attack the al-Nakba camps discovered in the mountians. Suddenly a soldier's voice crakced over the radio. "Sir, sir, we've found a cave with evidence of al-Nakba, permission to engage?" "Negative, we don't know how many are in there, pull back and I'll call in an airstrike," Maj. Davis responded. Davis relayed the coordinates and waited for the explosion that ment that the cell was dead. It didn't take long. The whole Prestonian camp lit up as bright as day in the glow of the fire burning only 100m away. "Corporal Smith, relay a message to the President, tell him al-Nakba is history."

Meanwhile in Hudson
Pres. Preston was sitting in the dining room of the Presidential Mansion enjoying his dinner when an aide approached the table. "A report from Maj. Davis, CO of the 91st Special Forces Batallion: Enemy cave was spotted and engaged at 2135 tonight. All enemy forces were destroyed and weapons confiscated. al-Nakba is finished as a terrorist orginization in this country." The dinner guests started cheering loudly at the statement. The government had met the terrorist threat, and it had won. The nation was safe from terror for another day.

OOC: New rule, TG first before you decide to commit anti-al-Nakba actions. This is obscene how much stuff I have to keep track of.

OOC: Oh, and feel free to RP responses to attacks, but bear in mind that there will be stiff resistance. Make sure and tell me if you decide to interrogate anybody.

The helicopters shot Hellfire missiles at the machine guns on the ground. One helicopter was forced to make an emergency landing because it had been riddled with so many bullets.