NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Sorry, sorry, this is supposed to be closed to just NB, Maldy, and I.

Concord Dawn School of Engineering, Campus Commons

The crowd had been increasing in size for the last few hours now as thousands of university students chanted and sang songs of fellowship. Most of them were wearing Che Guevera shirts. The campus security had been overrun rapidly and the crowd was surging like mad. All of them were demanding action.

Finally a man stood up, and put on a beret with a red star. The students cheered, celebratory gunshots scared away the small police presence in this normally peaceful coastal town.

"Friends! Comrades! Countrymen!"

The crowd let loose another earthshaking cheer. The sound was deafening.

"Today we have gathered to announce a new era! Our nation has been soiled by Capitalist Exploiters and Neo-Imperialists!"

The crowd shouted angrily, they knew it to be true in their hearts.

"You all know of whom I speak! I speak of the Corporate Alliance!"

The crowd jeered at the name.

"And I also speak of the Neo Prussian Empire!"

Two effigies, one marked Griffencrest, the other marked NPE were brought to the improvised stage.

"Today, we burn these, and will burn many other things, and let loose a wave of terror that will bring down our corrupt government. And we shall leave the CA, and we shall leave the NPE, but we shall lead our nation into a glorious future, as comrades in arms!"

The crowd was fanatical, shouting all around. The students had brought their family guns, pistols, rifles, and shotguns were being fired into the air.

"AND OUR FIRST STEP TO FREEDOM, IS THE CONCORD DAWN MOTOR POOL! THAT TINY BASE WILL FALL TO THE STRENGTH OF THE PEOPLE!"

The students cheered and surged out of the Commons. They all poured into their cars, into school owned buses. All of them enraged. The man with the beret turned to his foreign friends and thanked them. Together they would lead a brand new future.

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INDENT"My god, man! Come over here, look at this." signaled one of the few Maldorian policemen stationed in the Concord Dawn School of Engineering Campus.

INDENTThe small town of Concord Dawn was never one to attract attention, yet when there was attention, the people of Concord Dawn had no idea of what was going on. The campus police usually had to deal with a few fights or lost articles of clothing, never an uprising. In many campus checkpoints, unsespecting guards were overrun by student- wielded weapons such as Remington shotguns and Glock's. The police forces didn't know what them 'em.

The remaining campus police made a run for it, dropping whatever they had and getting the hell out of there.

Abandon Vehicles/Weapons
3 Humvee's
53 AK-47's
24 Dragunov SVD's
77 Glock's
77 Frag Grenades

The 5 Lada Class Submarines were submerged and heading full speed towards their destination. They were in International Waters now having left the Northern Baltic only several hours ago. Their original mission had changed, but only the high ranking officers knew that their final destination would be to aid the Communist Maldorian students. Their original mission was to bring weapons and advisers to the DBLF, but these students had caused them to alter course. The Northern Baltic could not resist aiding yet another Communist revolution. Stored in the ships were dozens of Ak-74U's, SVD's, At-7's, RPG-29's, RPK-74 machine guns and FIM-92A Stingers along with a fair amount of extra ammunition. The advisers sat around reading the Qassam Rocket Manuals they were bringing along with them to teach the students the art of war and revolution. Some of the other books the ships were carrying were Revolution in the Revolution, The Little Red Book, and of course, the Communist Manifesto. Several of them grew tired and went to sleep. They only had a few more hours until they were in Maldorian waters.

INDENT"My god, man! Come over here, look at this." signaled one of the few Maldorian policemen stationed in the Concord Dawn School of Engineering Campus.

INDENTThe small town of Concord Dawn was never one to attract attention, yet when there was attention, the people of Concord Dawn had no idea of what was going on. The campus police usually had to deal with a few fights or lost articles of clothing, never an uprising. In many campus checkpoints, unsespecting guards were overrun by student- wielded weapons such as Remington shotguns and Glock's. The police forces didn't know what them 'em.

The remaining campus police made a run for it, dropping whatever they had and getting the hell out of there.

Abandon Vehicles/Weapons
3 Humvee's
53 AK-47's
24 Dragnov SD's
77 Glock's
77 Frag Grenades

The students fired at range, shooting at the fleeing policemen, then those with pistols and shotguns rushed forward, a massive human wave. It was during this that the crowd realized what they had done. They had taken down a small, but integral part of their country's oppressive hold on the citizens. A mass cheer erupted from the crowd and they fired their weapons.

The man on the beret was the one that first began to impose order. He knew that if this were to work, he'd have to organize them. He picked up his megaphone and started yelling again.

"All those with military experience step forward!"

A few dozen people stepped out of the crowd. They stood their nervously, they were already armed with pistols and shotguns, but it was time to get organized.

"These people are your equals, but not in strength or experience. In order to further our revolution, these men and women must become the tip of the spear. They will be our RED GUARD!"

The crowd cheered and uplifted the spirits of those that came forward. The man with the beret walked inside the police armory, and began handing out vests, assault rifles, grenades, and pistols. He also got one of his friends to bring out some more red berets he had been ordering online.

"Trust them with your lives my comrades!"

The crowd cheered the newly formed paramilitary group when one of the foreign advisers whispered in his ear.

"Countrymen! We have another operation, get the buses, and get the Humvees, we have a port to take!"

The newly upgunned mob got into the vehicles and were headed for the local marina. They expected little resistance when they poured through its gates, shooting and hooting.

OOC: Why are you attacking him? Your both in the CA

OOC: Why are you attacking him? Your both in the CA

OOC: :cool: Read the CA thread.

The Concord Dawn Marina was a tiny dockyard located due south of the Concord Dawn School of Engineering. There were relatively few guards, due to the fact that there is no crime. As the mobs broke through, Maldorians were cut down left and right from the oncoming fire. Policemen quickly pulled out their guns but were disposed of by the sheer number of enemies.

"Get out of here!" roared a cop while trying to evacuate as many Maldorians as possible. "Follow me and we'll ta-" his commands were cut short as the officer fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Maldorian citizens, having no idea of what to due, tried to fight back, using whatever they had ranging from golfclubs to Glock pistols. Small sailboats tried to carry people out of there but many of the sail's were shot and their cabin's burnt.

"Sir an attack on Concord Dawn from what appearing to be students! No more than 20 kids, though, sir. What are your orders?" questioned the messenger while bursting into The Mandalore's office.

"Ha ha! Send in a SWAT team, and have them go easy on them." The Mandalore replied. "I'm in a good mood."

The Concord Dawn Marina was a tiny dockyard located due south of the Concord Dawn School of Engineering. There were relatively few guards, due to the fact that there is no crime. As the mobs broke through, Maldorians were cut down left and right from the oncoming fire. Policemen quickly pulled out their guns but were disposed of by the sheer number of enemies.

"Get out of here!" roared a cop while trying to evacuate as many Maldorians as possible. "Follow me and we'll ta-" his commands were cut short as the officer fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Maldorian citizens, having no idea of what to due, tried to fight back, using whatever they had ranging from golfclubs to Glock pistols. Small sailboats tried to carry people out of there but many of the sail's were shot and their cabin's burnt.

"Sir an attack on Concord Dawn from what appearing to be students! No more than 20 kids, though, sir. What are your orders?" questioned the messenger while bursting into The Mandalore's office.

"Ha ha! Send in a SWAT team, and have them go easy on them." The Mandalore replied. "I'm in a good mood."

The Red Guard only took one casualty, a member of the unarmored had attempted to rush them with a shotgun and was hit in the crossfire. They had the advantage of surprise, numbers and superior armament. Those that didn't resist were kept alive and taken to the school's library for reeducation.

One of the boats that was filled with 'escapees' was commandeered by the local Red Guard commander. He said that it was only fair they get a funeral. So they put the bodies on board, stripped them of their guns and vests. They were loaded onto the boat and a Molotov was thrown on board. The flaming vessel sank after half an hour.

The surviving boats were all tied down and a few student guards were ordered to watch them.

Concord Dawn School of Engineering, Light Engineering Building

The man in the red beret, who was now being called Comrade Colonel, a title he despised because that elevated him, but he accepted because it rallied people around him, was talking with a sympathetic group of mechanical engineers.

"Why have you called me here."

The lead student, stepped forward, a tattered Little Red Book in his pocket and shook Comrade Colonel's hand. He lead him to the back of the room and showed him several PVC and Metal pipes with an aerosol can, a lighter, and valve hooked up to them.

Comrade Colonel stared at the odd devices and faced the Mech-E and asked what they were for.

The student smiled and lead him outside.

There a student had set it up on a bipod, as they fiddled with the bipod's height, Comrade Colonel started to realize what it was.

A student shoved an empty glass bottle inside and pushed the aerosol can's button. The inflammable gas poured into the chamber, and when he flicked the lighter, it ignited, sending the glass bottle soaring into the air, and finally it landed a few dozen meters downrange. It scared a few birds picking scraps of food away and Comrade Colonel was impressed.

He immediately promoted the lead Mech-E to 'Leader of Weapon's Research'. Just as he shook hands with the innovative student, he was called away to the nearby heavy engineering building. He was told they had fabricated some more useful implements.

Heavy Engineering

As he entered he suddenly was frightened. He was facing riot shields. The student leading him told him not to worry.

"See, these are our own, we made them out of layers of laminated Lucite, it is bullet resistant. And over here we made a bullet proof chest plate from steel, and some inserts for those with vests."

Comrade Colonel nodded and looked at the students, all beaming with excitement.

"All those here, you have done a great service to the revolution. I hereby create the 'Design team for Defensive Research'. Now gets continue churning these out."

As the clapping and cheering ended, the student lead him outside to view their greatest creation.

It was a pickup truck, the front and sides covered in Lucite and steel panels. Finally in the rear was one of the potato cannon mortars from Light engineering. Comrade Colonel was happy they were so well armed. He just didn't realize he'd have to act so soon.

The submarines surfaced in the harbor they raised a simple flag with a hammer and sickle on it. Several sailors opened the hatch on the lead submarine and pulled out binoculars. When they came closer, they called to the guards in the port to help them tie up the ship. The crew that was going ashore double checked to make sure they had nothing that would give away the fact that they were from the Northern Baltic. The crew got ready to go ashore and, if needed, eliminate the guards. Once the guards had helped them tie up the boat, someone would give word if the guards were Communists or not. The plan would develop from there.

The submarines surfaced in the harbor they raised a simple flag with a hammer and sickle on it. Several sailors opened the hatch on the lead submarine and pulled out binoculars. When they came closer, they called to the guards in the port to help them tie up the ship. The crew that was going ashore double checked to make sure they had nothing that would give away the face that they were from the Northern Baltic. The crew got ready to go ashore and, if needed, eliminate the guards. Once the guards had helped them tie up the boat, someone would give word if the guards were Communists or not. The plan would develop from there.

The students looked out to the sea and saw the flag. They raised their guns and one of them called their cell phone, wondering what to do. Comrade Colonel told them to welcome their foreign brethren. The students put down their guns and waved. One of them had a copy of Marx's Communist Manifesto and stared waving it.

The students were happy to tie down the submarine.

Maldorian Route 99 Highway

Maldorian cars were ordered to be driven off the highway to make room for the SWAT group. The armoured group roared down the now abandon highway with strict orders to reach the Concord Dawn School of Engineering and exterminate the 'rebels'. A M2 Bradley accompanied by two Humvee's were the lead elements in the group, followed by 2 M113 APC's, all of them loaded with a few SWAT members.

Motor Pool of the Concord Dawn School of Engineering

The SWAT vehicles slowly pulled up to the motor pool, keeping an open eye for enemy soldiers. As the SWAT members got out, they found, to their horror, not a motor pool, but rather a ravaged junkyard.

One of the SWAT units, casually wandering the motor pool, found a body of a Maldorian.

"Yo Chief get over here!" the unit signaled.

Captain Montross, known by his peers as Chief, quickly scanned the area in which the soldier pointed out. "Damnit! It's a guy." After quickly examining the corpse, Montross came to a conclusion. "This is a policeman. Damnit, someone tell The Mandalore. Let's split up to cover more ground and outflank these Rebels!" And with that, the SWAT broke up into small groups, leaving the vehicles in the motorpool guarded by a few soldiers...


To: The Mandalore

Sir, these Rebels have ravaged the motor pool, killing a police officer. We are spreading out to cover more ground. We will keep you informed.

-SWAT Team #041

Maldorian Route 99 Highway

Maldorian cars were ordered to be driven off the highway to make room for the SWAT group. The armoured group roared down the now abandon highway with strict orders to reach the Concord Dawn School of Engineering and exterminate the 'rebels'. A M2 Bradley accompanied by two Humvee's were the lead elements in the group, followed by 2 M113 APC's, all of them loaded with a few SWAT members.

Motor Pool of the Concord Dawn School of Engineering

The SWAT vehicles slowly pulled up to the motor pool, keeping an open eye for enemy soldiers. As the SWAT members got out, they found, to their horror, not a motor pool, but rather a ravaged junkyard.

One of the SWAT units, casually wandering the motor pool, found a body of a Maldorian.

"Yo Chief get over here!" the unit signaled.

Captain Montross, known by his peers as Chief, quickly scanned the area in which the soldier pointed out. "Damnit! It's a guy." After quickly examining the corpse, Montross came to a conclusion. "This is a policeman. Damnit, someone tell The Mandalore. Let's split up to cover more ground and outflank these Rebels!" And with that, the SWAT broke up into small groups, leaving the vehicles in the motorpool guarded by a few soldiers...

A student nearby ducked behind the building he was in. He went into a corner and started text messaging Comrade Colonel.

YO DOOD SWAT TEAM AT MOTR POOL BRING GUNS MAN

The student hugged his pistol and waited for help.

Nearby Concord Dawn University

Comrade Colonel's phone buzzed and he read the text message with trepidation. A Mandalorian SWAT team, that means the Mandalore himself was probably on direct connection to them. He had to wipe them out before they could make any real headway. He called the student back and told him to remain put. Help was on its way.

The Red Guard was organized and a significant contingent of regular rebels was organized. They were given the heavy steel chestplates to wear, and put on a bus that had been hastily fused with the Lucite and steel plate. The engine struggled to move but it was soon on its way.

Meanwhile the Red Guard were armed and ready to face down the SWAT team. The pickup trucks were loaded with small pipe bombs and more mortar teams. A few math students with maps got out with the mortar teams to calculate the trajectories. Their graphing calculators gave them a reading and they texted that they were ready. They got a text back to fire.

8 Mortar teams with Molotov cocktails and pipe bombs began to fire from 150 meters away onto the Motor Pool. Meanwhile the Red Guard's Humvees drove at the formation rapidly. They dismounted and began firing their weapons at the people. Grenades quickly were thrown at the vehicles as the students used their mob like tactics to overwhelm the SWAT team.

Meanwhile the student hiding in the building went to its top floor and began calling out mortar shots, trying to get them to land on the vehicles.

The students looked out to the sea and saw the flag. They raised their guns and one of them called their cell phone, wondering what to do. Comrade Colonel told them to welcome their foreign brethren. The students put down their guns and waved. One of them had a copy of Marx's Communist Manifesto and stared waving it.

The students were happy to tie down the submarine.

The sailor called down to the lower deck. "They're Communists." The advisers nodded their heads and began bringing the weapons and boxes of books onto the deck. The weapons were:
350 Ak-74U
100 RPK-74
75 SVD
50 At-7
75 RPG-29
30 FIM-92A
500 Desert Eagle Pistols
There were also plenty of ammunition and spare rockets to go along with the weapons. The advisers grabbed their An-94's once the books were unloaded and were ready to help put the weapons on trucks or wherever else they were needed.

"Damnit! Get down" Was the command from Montross as the SWAT team suddenly took heavy fire from the Rebels.

A few of the soldiers stood up to fling a sting grenade, but were immediately gunned down. Montross pulled out his M9 pistol and fired percise shots at the Rebels making sure to get down when reloading.

The SWAT units had lost ground quickly and kept losing ground and men. Using their smoke grenades, they flung them, creating confusion, hopefully giving the isolated SWAT members enough time to pull back.

After the intial round of mortar fire, one of the Humvee erupted into a fiery explosion, quickly burning anyone in the truck. The other vehicles backed up only to his the Rebel Humvees, now dropping off Rebels. The Maldorian armored vehicles were surrounded and they knew it. The remaining M2 Bradley began laying waste to the Rebels with its chain gun. That is, until grenades were flung at the M2 Bradley, causing it to explode. One of the gunners quickly jumped out of the burning vehicle only to get his legs caught on fire.

"Damnit! Get down" Was the command from Montross as the SWAT team suddenly took heavy fire from the Rebels.

A few of the soldiers stood up to fling a sting grenade, but were immediately gunned down. Montross pulled out his M9 pistol and fired percise shots at the Rebels making sure to get down when reloading.

The SWAT units had lost ground quickly and kept losing ground and men. Using their smoke grenades, they flung them, creating confusion, hopefully giving the isolated SWAT members enough time to pull back.

After the intial round of mortar fire, one of the Humvee erupted into a fiery explosion, quickly burning anyone in the truck. The other vehicles backed up only to his the Rebel Humvees, now dropping off Rebels. The Maldorian armored vehicles were surrounded and they knew it. The remaining M2 Bradley began laying waste to the Rebels with its chain gun. That is, until grenades were flung at the M2 Bradley, causing it to explode. One of the gunners quickly jumped out of the burning vehicle only to get his legs caught on fire.

The students began taking casaulties, and it seemed to be serious. The smoke was creating trouble, and the Lucite riot shields could only take ricocheted or small caliber shots at range. They lost one of their Humvees to Chaingun fire and the Red Guard pulled back to a position they could hold.

The student calling out mortar rounds told them to change entirely to Molotov Cocktails. The teams responded in kind and soon the flaming bottles were falling all around the SWAT team. They were to create a sea of fire. The initial crashes added fuel to the student's righteous fire, and now the student militia with their improvised steel vests decided now the time was to charge.

They were about to lead a charge when a few students from the docks came running up the hill. They were covered in sweat and carrying RPG-29s. They shouted as they fired their rockets into the armored personnel carriers in the rear. One of the two was shot while standing up. Another sacrifice for the rebellion.

They pressed their attack. Someone else picking up the RPG-29 and reloading.

The Northern Baltic advisers were pushing several pick-up trucks full of weapons up the hill when they began hearing the shots and seeing the smoke. They left the pick-up trucks in an alley and ran up to the students telling them where the rest of the weapons were. The weapons and their ammunition were marked, so the students would have an easy time finding what's what. The Northern Baltic advisers switched on their thermal sights and began opening fire on the SWAT team members using their An-94 assault rifles. A few of the advisers armed themselves with the SVD sniper rifles and two took up positions on the roof of a nearby apartment building. One of them carried a FIM-92A in case the local SWAT team sent a helicopter. Three of the advisers went up to some of the important looking students in the red berets and told them where the weapons they had brought were.

The Northern Baltic advisers were pushing several pick-up trucks full of weapons up the hill when they began hearing the shots and seeing the smoke. They left the pick-up trucks in an alley and ran up to the students telling them where the rest of the weapons were. The weapons and their ammunition were marked, so the students would have an easy time finding what's what. The Northern Baltic advisers switched on their thermal sights and began opening fire on the SWAT team members using their An-94 assault rifles. A few of the advisers armed themselves with the SVD sniper rifles and two took up positions on the roof of a nearby apartment building. One of them carried a FIM-92A in case the local SWAT team sent a helicopter. Three of the advisers went up to some of the important looking students in the red berets and told them where the weapons they had brought were.

One of the Red Beret's brought over a man in a Black Beret, who quickly thanked them and asked a simple question.

"Take me to your leader, we have much to talk about."

The man looked around and pointed his finger to a man that was ordering several of the advisers to take cover behind a wall, using a machete as a substitute for his finger.

"Sergeant. This man wants to talk with you." The explosion of a Molotov mortar round sent the students and most of the advisers ducking for cover, but the Sergeant stood there as if nothing had happened.

"What would you like to discuss?", asked the Sergeant in a polite manner.

The man looked around and pointed his finger to a man that was ordering several of the advisers to take cover behind a wall, using a machete as a substitute for his finger.

"Sergeant. This man wants to talk with you." The explosion of a Molotov mortar round sent the students and most of the advisers ducking for cover, but the Sergeant stood there as if nothing had happened.

"What would you like to discuss?", asked the Sergeant in a polite manner.

The man in the black beret was none other than Comrade Colonel and he grabbed the Sergeant's hands and thanked him.

"You sir, have saved our rebellion, we have a chance at last!"

He then took out his copy of the Communist Manifesto and launched into a small tirade about the important points before one of his Red Guard interrupted him with a small cough. Comrade Colonel realized he was ranting and asked the man for help.

"We have unbelievers tied to some chairs in the Library of this University, I need your men to help me convince them. They have been tricked by the oppressive Mandalore to believe in him, as if he were a God. We need you to talk some sense into them. Then we need help. As you can see we are armed, but not well trained. Only my Red Guard can maintain anything, and everyone needs to be brought up to speed. Oh and I must thank the foreign adviser you sent he..."

Comrade Colonel turned around to see nothing, the man had disappeared, when his dorm room was searched an hour later, it was empty, as if he had never been there.

OOC: Signing off for a while.

The students began taking casaulties, and it seemed to be serious. The smoke was creating trouble, and the Lucite riot shields could only take ricocheted or small caliber shots at range. They lost one of their Humvees to Chaingun fire and the Red Guard pulled back to a position they could hold.

The student calling out mortar rounds told them to change entirely to Molotov Cocktails. The teams responded in kind and soon the flaming bottles were falling all around the SWAT team. They were to create a sea of fire. The initial crashes added fuel to the student's righteous fire, and now the student militia with their improvised steel vests decided now the time was to charge.

They were about to lead a charge when a few students from the docks came running up the hill. They were covered in sweat and carrying RPG-29s. They shouted as they fired their rockets into the armored personnel carriers in the rear. One of the two was shot while standing up. Another sacrifice for the rebellion.

They pressed their attack. Someone else picking up the RPG-29 and reloading.

The SWAT team, already having lost 75% of their group, pulled back to the motor pool only to find many of the vehicles destroyed. Only a M113 APC and a Humvee remained intact. SWAT units hopped into the two vehicles and sped off, the Humvee skidding into a building after the impact of a nearby motor. With only three SWAT units and a vehicle left, things were looking grimm.

"Write a message to The Mandalore! QUICKLY!"

To: The Mandalore.
We already lost most of our forces....We only have a few men left.
What do you wan------

The M113 soon was caught in a huge flame from a moltov cocktail as the SWAT soldiers tried to jump out. The one at the laptop immediately caught on fire. Fortunately, some of the message was sent.

Montross and the other remaining SWAT member made a run for it, flinging sting grenades to attempt to hold off the Rebels. They had no idea where they were going, they just wanted to get out of there.

Do not fear Comrade, we have brought many copies of books to help you in your reeducation process. We have also brought a few speeches made by various Communist leaders for you to analyze. He produced a small notebook from his pocket and handed the notebook to him. That is where the speeches are. I copied them down by myself on the submarine voyage here. I am not the best debater, but take one of our heavy weapons men. He should be right over there..." he pointed at a rather large man teaching a few students how to fire their RPK-74's. "He's been a party member for forever and is one of the best debaters I know."

Meanwhile, the two snipers on the roof spotted the fleeing SWAT team members. They began opening firing, aiming for head shots. One of the two snipers established radio contact with two squads. The first squad was laying down suppressive fire on the SWAT team members and would have probably shot them already if it wasn't for all those damn sting grenades. The second squad was attempting to flank the SWAT team members and cut off their escape.