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For years now, Confederate Imperial Guards and Griffincrest Internal Security Forces had been enforcing the Sacrament Law (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=511477), banning Muslims from owning homes or businesses adforcing them into overcrowded work camps. In just three years, the former Muslim population of seventy million has been reduced to a mere thirteen million still living in hiding. Small resistence was not uncommon, but a major rebellion had not yet been encountered.

Early in the morning, just as the sun was rising over Paradise City, a black Imperial Guard truck rolled through the slum and stopped in front of a decrepit building, not dissimilar from most of the other buildings in the area. Several black clad Guardsmen stepped out and moved to the door as a group of drunks and drug addicts scrambled out of their way. A young Guard Corporal lifted his battering ram and prepared to knock in the door and drag the inhabitants of the building out, when suddenly, from a building across the street, a sniper let loose a bullet which found its mark, sending brain and skull pieces across the door and splattering down across the rest of the Guardsmens face.

This was the signal for the attack, and soon the narrow street was teeming with people as dozens of Muslims launched their ambush on the stunned Confederate soldiers. Reinforcements were called in by both sides and within only a half hour the ambush had become a full blown battle, with men rushing to both sides to assist their comrades. Air support was called in, and then things went from bad to worse.

A pair of Mi-24 helicopters each carrying a full crew along with eight Imperial Guards recieved a distress call from an Imperial Guard position on the verge of being overrun and began to make their moves to reinforce the position as well as provide fire support. Several blocks from the site of the pinned down Guards, however, an RPG screamed out from an alley way, slamming into the lead helicopter, blasting off its rear blade and sending it into a terrifying spiral to the ground. Seconds later, the second chopper was hit as well, sending it crashing in the middle of an outdoor market place. The survivors of each attempted to make a perimeter, but for the men in the marketplace, the task was impossible. The surviving Guardsmen were killed and their bodies dismembered and dragged about the streets, and the pilot taken hostage.

The men of the first helicopter were luckier. The survivors, four Guardsmen, a co-pilot, and a gunner, had managed to make their way into a building, and were now holed up, praying that reinforcements would arrive soon.

If this was not bad enough, slum gangs would take pot shots at forcesof both sides if their territory was crossed through, and a series of suicide bombs began to rip up the Paradise City bus and subway systems. A train car was destroyed, killing ten and wounding dozens, and a pair of commuter busses met a similar fate, with twenty nine killed and more injured.

The situation was reaching near a full rebellion, and the Senate was unhappy.

.Message from Toopoxia to the Blackhelm Confederacy

Dear ally, we see your City of Paradise and it is in flames, we offer you all the assistance of the Toopoxican armed forces that you require, should you need it, we cannot allow for any nation to fall to Muslim powers it will excite the Muslims amongst our own community and make the world situation more dire than it currently is, with honor.

Signed,
Lord General Smarz

"There she is guys," Hauptmann Kehrer said to Unteroffizer Ricthofen, "The Blackhelm border." The two Wanderjarian GSG-9 A-Teams and one Kilo Recon Team, all elite soldiers of the Wanderjarian military, and feared by all nations who had dared incur the wrath of the Emperor, now were about to cross into the country which had made them legends. A larger Saharan African nation bordered the Confederacy, one which was neutral in regards to the epic conflict between the NVA and the Confederate Forces, had been infiltrated via the Mediterreanean sea. They had arrived on Zodiac Boats in the night, then hijacked several cars and drove them through the desert and into the border.


Once across, they all took different paths. One A-Team would be inserting into Paradise City, to cause havoc and stir up the insurgency. They were all trained and experts in the art of guerrilla and insurgent warfare, and knew exactly what they were to do: create hell. The other team would seek out enemy airbases and other critical systems such as anti-aircraft emplacements, military communications centers, and sattelite control centers and neutralise them, creating a communications and intelligence tear which would cause the entire Blackhelm military to be in the dark. The Kilo Team, which was typically to be used for Reconnaissance purposes only, was going to serve a different function on this operation. This time, they would be killing the cities electricity and water plants, depriving the civillians of necessary componants of their life style and creating anarchy. This was an ideal situation, as the more chaos they wrought, the more devestated this nation would be, and the easier to bring down when the time was right.


And so, as the teams parted ways, they wished each other luck, donned their black Future Force Warrior suits, and readied their weapons and ammunitition. They'd be here for a long time, and they knew that men would die. But most likely, it would be Confederate men, and not Wanderjarians, who carried the majority of the butchers bill.


(OOC: I'll make posts about getting into Paradise City later, just giving them time to get there....)

The Wanderjarian A-Team ditched its vehicle in a back ally of Paradise city. The vehicle was an old van which they had located back on a farm shortly after crossing the border. They hotwired it and poured in.


Military patrols were heavy, and as such fifteen heavily armed and black clad Wanderjarian soldiers wearing the well known equipment of Wanderjar, especially in the Confederacy which had a slightly higher than normal watch out for GSG-9 operators. Hauptmann Kehrer led his team through the alley ways until they found a burned out abandoned building. The cover of darkness gave them a decent level of camoflague as they wore completely black suits, but a hapless Confederate soldier looking in the right place could compromise the entire operation....

"Alright team, this looks like a decent spot for a temporary operating center," He said. "We'll work out of here. Its so far back in the alleys and out of sight noone should expect it, and if some poor snot teenager feeling bad ass and lucky comes across us," he grinned, "Thats what sound suppressors are for." The rest of the team nodded and laughed in agreement.

"Alright, first order of business," Kehrer said, "The enemy is patrolling the streets pretty heavily. Ricthofen, got any C-4?"

"Aye sir."

"Hand it hear if you would," The Demolitions Unteroffizer handed over the small but deadly device. "Thanks mate. Alright, stick this bad boy in a garbage bag, filled with, imagine this, Garbage! And stick it in a gutter so its out enough to blow up something on the outside, but in enough to avoid suspicion. I think we need to place these little buggers all around the city, and give those Confederate arseholes some serious casualties. Kowalski, get your Dragonov on the roof tops and keep watch, Petrov, go with him. First Team will move out and begin placing charges along the roads. Those Kilo Team boys should be cutting the power soon. Once they do, we can move out."

"Right," First Team leader replied. The five men gathered the gear they would need for the mission.

"Sehr gut. Second Team will set up security here. Third team, rest. I will will personally be monitoring the enemies communications channels, and we'll all hopefully be hunky dorry."


The Kilo Team moved quietly, using the darkness as their veil. Tightly gripping their suppressed MP-5 SMGs, they advanced on the power plant which gave the grid for the entire city, or at least the one they knew about. Regrettably the facility would be guarded, at least lightly, by Griffencrest Operatives. As the GCC held a monopoly on Electrical Power throughout the Confederacy, the greatest Wanderjarian enemy would soon lose more men to the Empire.


Moving quickly from out of the forest, they dodged past several active search lights, narrowly evading them, and moving to the cover of a concrete wall which led to the entrance. At the entrance he noted a Griffencrest Soldier wielding a Kalashnikov Rifle, as well as another standing beside him with another unidentified weapon. The team leader raised his MP-5 and let out a long burst, which hit both men, killing them instantly. The team advanced forward, and stacked up along the entry. Slamming open the door, the poured in, clearing the room. All guards and workers alike were cut down by the hail of bullets which they fired. Further down the corridors, any enemy workers who were found would be cut down all the same.


They went from room to room looking for the control systems which they could destroy, then further bomb the actual generators and transformers as they left. Workers were seen working late shifts, monitoring systems etc, and were neutralised without remorse. Guards further in the installation put up resistance, however minor, and were equally neutralised. Prisoners could not be allowed, nor could any survivors. The entire operation would be for nought if it was known that GSG-9 was in the Confederacy. Nobody could know. Not yet anyhow.


They finally found a computer room with many panels and functionality systems which were critical to a power plant's purpose. A C-4 charge was planted on it, and they quickly exfiltrated the building. Once outside they planted several more charges on the transformers and the power grids. These charges were immediately blown once the team was out of range. The enemy was now without power in their Capital city.


The A-Team immediately reacted by going for their Night Vision Equipment. The 1st Team set out immediately, and amidst the riotous crowds of Muslims, which they avoided as the plague, they went from street to street, planting bombs at places where Military convoys would likely stop at or slow down enough to be caught by the explosion. Dozens of such IEDs were placed throughout the city, and after two and a half hours of planting them in areas where Blackhelm Convoys would be operating, they returned to the makeshift HQ. The teams would then donn their civillian clothing which they were instructed to wear, and would move out into the city, staying for days out amongst the populace as the crisis went on, monitoring the bombs locations, and waiting for the correct time to strike.


They would bleed, those Confederates. They would bleed.

A piece of the slum soon plunged into darkness, which to many esidents was not unusual, but to Griffincrest, it meant big problems. A Mercury was ordered to defend every single power station in the area around Paradise City and even more forces were sent to combat the Muslims, who were blamed for the attack. Gray AV-18 Luna VTOL gunships were soon filling the skies over the slums in support of the confederate Mi-24's, and several pieces of Griffincrest and Confederate armor were being called in to shut down the rebellion before itspread to othe cities.

RG-20 remote operated machine guns patrolled the city along with Confederate regulars in their humvees, and Imperial Guardsmen were doing constant battle with the insurgents. The Imperial Guardsmen were elite soldiers within the Confederacy, but there was never enough of them, often outnumbered nearly twelve to one. Finally, the Honor Guard, the Confederate special forces, were called in.

Honor Guard units silently and stealthily crept through alley ways, searching for anbody who was prviding the Muslims with these guns. It was strictly prohibited to do business of anykind with a Muslim, and the sale of guns was something that would just not be tolerated. Foreign powers were genrally thought to be in the area, although at the moment it was not confirmed who, Griffincrest had a general idea, although they neglected to inform the Confederate government. Still, the Honor Guard moved in search of foreigners and gun smugglers.

A massive Christian militia force was also now active in the slum, numbering several thousand strong. The men of the militia were even more ruthless than the Griffincrest or Confederate forces, attacking, burning, and raping at will. the drunken, enraged mob began pushing their way into the Muslim part of the slum using mostly Leafanistani AR-550's, or just rocks and sticks.

(OOC: Jumping to the conclusion that my message was accepted)

The PNS Raegus floated just outside of Paradise City, its sleek Midnight Blue exterior keeping it cloaked behind the rough waters, only the fires of the City itself highlighted the vessel in its splendor, 6 vehicles had left the vessel since its arrival, they had landed somewhere inside the city but away from the fires using the Griffencrest air forces as cover and deploying the 10 man team and backup.
IndentBattlefield Intelligence Operatives, they had been deployed somewhat out of their capacity, it was true that this was a battlefield but it was barely considered an enemy afterall it was in Griffencrest Territory, even if the rebellion succeeded they would be annihilated anyway, but the BIO's were not here for combat, they just needed to find out if there was any less than orthodox meddling going on.
IndentVery quickly the Recon soldiers had set forth ten of their rats to go deep in the slums and relay their information to the BIO's, the Toopoxicans would know soon if there was a problem in this operation, but for now they held their position, away from the flames and safe amongst Griffencrest forces.

Stowing away on a Griffencrest freighter- for the irony, purely for the irony- had been practically child's play. Literally, actually, in the case of the Fedaykin, who had been practicing stealth mission at age six. Getting off again had only been marginally more difficult. Swimming the mile to shore might have been more difficult if they hadn't been wearing insulating wetsuits, but might have beens were irrelevant.

Once on the beach, the twenty Fedaykin shed the wetsuits, underneath which were civilian clothing. They drifted into the cities in ones and twos, shortly before the power went out. None of the Fedaykin spoke any language besides their own Battle Tongue, which meant cooperating with the rebels wasn't really an option. Instead, their mission was to wreak havoc, and to hit targets of opportunity in the city.

They regrouped inside the city shortly after the power went out. Two of them were carrying disassembled SMAWs (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shoulder-Launched_Multipurpose_Assault_Weapon), and, after a quick check to make certain they weren't being observed, they reassembled them.

"Bridge straight ahead, one hundred meters," said Jarim, one of the rocketmen, in a combination of guttural speech and swift hand gestures. "I have the near left support." After a moment, both rockets lanced out. While they were still in the air, the Fedaykin were moving again, but not before dropping an anti-personnel mine roughly halfway between where the two rocketmen had been standing. That accomplished, they vanished into the city again, waiting for the next target.

The problems were now not only confined to the slum, as had been demonstrated with the assault on the bridge and power station, as well as the suicide bombings. There was now a general panic in the war rooms throughout the Confederacy, and more and more Confederate and Griffincrest troops were pouring into Paradise City, supporting the Christian militia's that had now formed the mainstay of the men fighting the insurgency.

The fighting in the slum was far too intense for the Griffincrest Corporation to be able to turn away from, and now noting that Honor Guard forces were in the area, Claudius Griffincrest authorized the deployment of his own special forces, the feared Bone Chillers. These men were not, however, all sent to the slums, as had the Honor Guard. Instead, a number of them were dispersed throughout the city in civilian clothing. Others were put on buildings along major roadways and other important areas, assisting in the hunt for any possible foreign interference.

It was no secret that the world hated Griffincrest, amd so every precaution was made to hunt down and destroy the enemy if the were in the Confederacy. Foreigners were not welcome within the Confederacy and if they tried to blend in with society, hopefully somebody would get suspicious.

The arrival of Toopoxican troops would also be a relief for the anti-Muslim forces, as it freed up the army for other manuevers. The Corporation was grateful indeed.

The Wanderjarian GSG-9 operators, now hiding beneath civillian clothing, watched, albeit from a distance, as military convoys rolled past their bomb sites. As one Mercury began turn on a corner, the operator smiled and removed a cellular phone from his pocket. Then, flipping the top up, he nonchalantly pressed the "Send" button, which activated the bomb just as the vehicle was driving less than a foot away from where the weapon lay sitting....



This occured all throughout the slums at that precise moment. Dozens of such bombs had been prepared, and the GSG-9 operators were watching them all. As soon as a Mercury drove past its kill zone, it was activated. This was the first step in the Guerrilla war against Blackhelm. Hopefully, the Muslim insurgents would pick up on this, and begin using the tactic themselves, thus allowing the GSG-9 troops to begin carrying out more typical operations.

SIC:

Shlusselkampf, Kampfers
Top Secret Military Base

The Kampferian base in Shlusselkampf was home to something even more deadly than the top secret weaponry stored there. The barracks housed a unique unit, known as the Spartans. These soldiers were the elite of the elite in the Kampferian Special Forces. Seperated from their parent's shortly after birth, they were raised for military life. They were fluent in many languages, and were most comfortable with a gun in their hands. There was a total of 100 men in the unit, no more, no less. Only 50 were allowed to be out of the country at a time, the other 50 would conduct missions inside the country. Today, a group of five was suiting up to move out. They had been breifed on the mission, which was to be in the Blackhelm Confederacy. To reduce suspisions, they had to be armed and equpped similarly to the insurgents. As such, the men were each armed with a weapon bearing no simmilance to Kampfers. Two were given silenced HK MP5's, one a Wanderjarian AK-74, one a RPG-7, and one a DRS-84 Sniper Rifle with a scope. All were trained in the creation of IED's, and all were given C-4 charges, as well as a claymore or two. The only true modern equipment they would have would be their earbud radios, connected only to them, and on a secure satellite uplink, which was devoted soley to them. Should the squad's die earbuds be removed, the satellite would self-destruct. Trained in the martial arts, they were excellent hand to hand fighters. Finally, they were given waterproof bags to place their equipment in for the insertion.

NPE Territorial Island
NPE Customs Checkpoint

The incoming ship was a natural gas transport from Maldorians. The customs officials watched as it docked against the harbor. They were to go onboard and check to make sure that the ship was not smuggling drugs,weapons, or other taxable items out of the NPE. The ships crew was ordered to be confined to quarters, as always in these situations. The officers walked onboard the ship, opened the hatch, and descended.

Meanwhile, 2 Kampferian Spartans snuck up to the ship. Holding a rag soaked in water that had been mixed with CR gas, the Spartans snuck into the cargo hatch behind the two officials. Walking up behind one, they swung the rag over his face, and grabbed him before he could fall. The gas incapacitated him immediately. They then snuck up behind the next man, and repeated the routine. Then, the spartans both crept off to opposite corners of the hold, and began rigging explosive charges on the containers of natural gas. The charges were hidden from plain view, turned towards walls, however, should any man be conspicuos enough to turn the container, he would have to examine the opposite side very closely to see the charges. The Spartans also hid a gps emitter in the corner. The Spartans both picked up an officer, and crept back out. They brought the officials back to their office, and laid them in the floor. They then pressed the switch that would relay an all clear message to the captain of the transport. Slowly, the ship moved out, not knowing that it carried doom with it.

Off the coast of Blackhelm Confederacy
Aboard the KS Shining

The Captain of the Shining and two extra men were the only ones who knew of the mission. He had maintained full stealth the whole trip. Nearly resting on the bottom of the ocean, the Captain waited. The Spartans aboard the Shining donned their wet suits over their clothing, as did the two other men. They picked up their scuba gear. They checked their waterproof bags one last time, to make sure that everything was packed. They strapped the bags to their back and picked up their aquascooters. The two men followed them to the hatch. They had been charged with returning the aquascooters.

Blackhelm Confederacy Seawall

The Maldorian natural gas transport ship pulled up to the seawall. As it slowed to a stop at the checkpoint, the sub picked up its GPS coordinates as at the seawall. One of the Spartans in the sub swallowed, then pressed a button for the remote detonater. The explosion of the ship was monstrous. It would be enough of a diversion.

Back aboard the Shining

The hatch behind the spartans was closed, and the one in front opened. There was no turning back now. The Spartans grabbed their aquascooters and moved out, keeping to the bottom. They needed to avoid all eyesight. The scootered on throught the hole in the seawall. Reaching a certain point they gave the two other men their scooters and scuba gear, and began to swim. The cover of a moonless night protected them from the onlookers gaze. The other men sefely rocketed back to the Shining. The Spartans climbed out of the ocean. Stripping their packs off, they pulled out the two silenced guns, and ran into the shadows. They would hide out for the rest of the night.

Farnsworth Villa, outside Paradise City

Senator Farnsworth the Third was in his office and running back and forth between his safe and his personal incinerator. He was upset this assault had come before he could convince a few close people in the Confederate government to be sympathetic to the Muslims.

Now the furious Confederate Press, the Daily Confederate, various Griffencrest owned television stations were churning out propaganda and travel warnings. He turned to his two bodyguards standing at the door to his office. They were two of ten who ensured no one would see the Senator burning whatever documents he had. He hired them privately from a Red Mafia Firm years ago and they were turning out to be better than he thought.

The incinerator made another 'Whoomp' as a bunch of five-six year old letters from a Muslim prisoner girl turned to ash. He held a picture of her, he looked at her skin, the young nineteen year old girl that grew up in a prison camp. How he orchestrated her escape, how he courted her all those years in the slum. And he thought about how she felt in his arms. His thoughts now turned toward the television, broadcasting footage of some sort of coordinated bombing attack, obviously linked to the Muslim prisoners.

He cursed the television, he cursed himself, and he let a single tear be shed. He put the picture into the incinerator very slowly, letting the vision of her green eyes bore into his mind. He then let go and another 'Whoomp' later, it was just a pile of gray ash. He continued to dump more documents, incriminating or not into the incinerator.

Then he felt a pressure in his chest, his arms burned, his fell to his knees. A bodyguard stopped him from falling to the ground. He watched as one cradled his head and another grinded up his medicine into a glass of water and put it to his lips. A few minutes later he could stand and shut his hidden safe, now empty except for a Otagian M26C Security Carbine, and Siapian CT-3 Plastic Pistol. He opened a drawer and put another Siapian CT-3 Plastic Pistol in his jacket pocket. He had to get to his office in the Senate.

The idiot box squawked another alert saying a bombing had been very close to the Senate and that travel there was restricted. He knew he had to get there. While nothing extremely incriminating was in there, there was a bouquet of flowers there from his Muslim lover, sent anonymously but obviously sprayed with her perfume. He had to throw them out, even the slightest trace might get him in trouble. He knew he shouldn't have taken the risk to get her out, but he couldn't not do it. She was too beautiful.

He called his bodyguards to bring his medicine and get to the Senate. He got into his bullet-resistant SUV and watched as his bodyguards and three lookalikes got into the SUVs in front of him and behind him. They were all heavily armed and they began the long drive to the Senate from his private villa. His bodyguard David dialed the police saying a motorcycle escort to protect the Senator may be necessary and appreciated. Senator Farnsworth III leaned into his leather seat between two bodyguards and opened a minifridge and took out a bottle of sparkling water. This incident was far too exciting for his blood.

Slum Rebellion

The insurgent, who was born into bondage, fired a pistol taken from a dead Confederate. He never had a name, his mother died in a childbirth, and was always called Stranger. He didn't care. He liked it. He wore it as a badge of honor.

Now he was fighting against a Christian Militia, with his brothers and sisters. He thought of himself as some sort of hero to his people. He knew he would triumph, that is why he couldn't die this way. Not now at least. It was too early. He fired his pistol again and caught the mob's attention. They rushed into the alley as they saw the two bodies there. He hid behind a row of dumpsters. He could hear the small offshoot cautiously advance. He looked at his magazine and saw only 3 rounds left. He looked into a mirror shard and saw a least 6. He knew it was grim, but he had no choice. He was going to be a hero.

He turned to the crowd and tossed a glass bottle first. He gave a loud war cry and fired his pistol wildly. When suddenly the door behind him was shredded by automatic weapon fire and the offshoot of the mob fell like wheat to a sickle. He turned around to face a green-eyed girl holding a blood stained AR-550. His thoughts turned to anger, as he realized his moment of glory, his jihad had evaporated before his eyes. He faced her and threw the pistol to the ground and screamed.

"You have stolen my jihad! I was about to die with honor!"

Tears welled up in his eyes, as he ran up to her and grabbed her.

"I was about to become a hero to my people!"

The girl moved rapidly, faster than he could see and hit him with the butt of the rifle, the strained composite material cracked slightly. The girl kicked him in the stomach and shouted back.

"You stupid child, this isn't some sort of glorious battle and 70 virgins waiting for you. This is war, this is survival."

He didn't move, he was overwhelmed at how a girl had beat him so thoroughly. He just stared at her feet when they moved again to kick him.

"Stand up stupid! Pick up that man's gun, and fight."

He sat up and clutched his stomach and stared up at her. He was defeated, he couldn't bear to fight anymore. He had lost his honor.

"What are you retarded?" She slapped him. He turned back toward her angrily.

"Don't you get it? Fight! Just fight!"

She then ran back into the building and back to the fight. And the Stranger picked up one of the fallen one's pistols and ran after her.