NationStates Jolt Archive

Breaking News, The Peoples Freedom News Network, the State-run news organization

The camera pulled slowly over to a desk that three anchors occupied. One was a extremely attractive female, with beautiful eyes, large bosoms, and blond hair. She was, reassuringly, the highest-rated of the three. Another was a short man, he was of asian decent, and was actually a Questerian who had immigrated from that country in order to gain a career in TPF's somewhat less demanding media industry. Finally, there was a tall white man, with a mustache, he was Tim Brown, and was easily one of the most well-liked and professional newscasters in the country. This was only his second year at TPFNN, he had previously been an anchor for eight years at Q and N Cable Network. They all looked solemn, getting ready to speak into the camera.

" Hello, and welcome to this special-edition newscast." Said Victoria, the attractive blond. " The situation is critical as we continue to gain more information on these horrible events. I turn to Tim for these." As was her habit with more important news, Tim, and James, the asian, talked about it far more than she did. After a cough, Tim began.
" It is indeed a horrible situation, Victoria. We have received word that the semi-autonomous south western states have declared independence from the government."
" The Tolerance Party, which leads that part of the nation after the long, violent, and bloody war there, has apparently been overthrown. According to officials, police stations and military installations there have been under attack since early last night."
James broke in, " In just the last few hours, TPFNN has learned that a new organization calling itself the Global Jihad Movement has declared the government illegitimate, and has begun to attack various government offices. We are not sure how many fighters they have, or what weapons they are using, but it is a complete shock to see this happen in a region we thought was peaceful."
" Indeed is James, I think I can speak for the nation when I say that we are in deep shock. At this time TPFNN would like to bring in Major General Patromus, who leads the group of advisers from TPF responsible for the training of security forces. We have him on orbital radio. We apologize to our viewers for the delay and the occasional noises. General, can you hear us?" After a few seconds go by, a voice can clearly be heard, as well as the sounds of battle.
" I can hear you, Tim."
" Good, General! Can you tell us the situation?"
" I can. At around 11:00pm last night, we received reports of mobs of armed men running around the streets. Police were called to these various scenes, where they were fire upon, and fire-fights began-"
" Do we know what kind of weapons they are armed with, General?" interrupted James.
" At first they were armed with pistols and bolt-action rifles. After these initial enoucnters, we received reports of even more mobs of men, and that is when they began to assault police stations and party headquarters. They have been attacking the police, and now, the military, with assault rifles, and improvised explosives. We have seen and heard mortar shells go off, and we have unconfirmed reports that their have been car bomb attacks."
" These are unconfirmed?"
" That is correct. We have received reports stating that a number of the have gone off on the highways leading to the southwestern states, while we have also heard that they are being used against the police."
" Where are our advisers, General?"
" Some our in the midst of it. We have organized a number of Crisis Response Teams who are now helping the police to defend themselves. I, along with a group of them, are holed up in a police station where we are also trying to treat wounded."
" We heard that the 14th Mechanized and a brigade of combat engineers are being mobilized to rescue the prime ministers, is this correct?"
"I cannot confirm that. I can confirm that these enemies have attacked his residence, but they are being warded off by his own military guard assisted by own of our Crisis Response Teams. We also have groups of police and a few advisers attempting to hold off the attacks at parliament, but they may have to withdraw soon, as they are taking causalities and we can spare no reinforce-"
" It seems we have lost contact with the General, we will try to re-establish contact as this event continues to unfold, it looks like a rebellion or uprising of some sort."

OOC: Feel free to send in aid for the rebels. Even if nobody supports them, it will still turn into an Iraqi and Vietnam like situation. Like I said, feel free to send in forces, although large combat forces would have to overcome my fleets. But you could sneak in arms, material, money [via web] and troops via other means, such as submarines or carefully disused cargo ships.

-Evening Bump-

OOC: Just to clarify, the South Western states are part of your nation, right?

"Before I call this meeting to an end, let me reiterate the plan approved by the Proconsul last night:

We will begin immediate dispatch of military and humanitarian aid via customized supply ships as soon as possible, and with these ships will be Vetalian military advisers disguised as crew members meant to aid the rebels in their war against TPF. The conversion of the selected ships will take no more than two weeks and will be capable of, at a minimum, safely concealing up to 75 tons of military equipment with no chance of detection.

This may not seem like a significant amount, but it ensures that at least one tank or enough rifles to equip a division will make it safely through inspection with each delivery. And if they try to sink a humanitarian aid ship, they'll have an international scandal on their hands."

OOC: Just to clarify, the South Western states are part of your nation, right?

OOC: Correct, its a semi-autonomous region primarily made up of Muslims.

Prime Minister's Residence
Machine gun fire, rifle fire, and now even RPG fire had been bombarding the residence of the Prime Minister for around a full 24 hours, and the situation was getting worse as time went on. Sergeant Richter, who lead one of the squad's that formed the company-sized Crisis Response team, now found himself in charge of around forty men. The rest had either perished or had been wounded in the onslaught, and even now they were still tired and exhausted from firing. The GJM had surrounded the premises, and mutiple attempts for police and military forces to come and relieve them had failed. The Prime Minister's own elite guard had also taken heavy causalities, and everybody was getting demoralized from the continued lack of help. Calls to headquarters made by Richter and his superiors had yielded nothing, since they were effectively locked down in their own battles. Earlier, he had seen two Hind attack helicopters of the Islamic Defense Army, the friendly's, but they hadn't come to assist them or pick the prime minster up. The situation was growing desperate, and even as small arms fire rained around him, he begged for evac.

It was unbearably warm in the command center, not from dry heat, but from the humidity that came from the ocean. Assembled were a group of forty Romeo Operators, whom used to work for the military, but now they worked primarily as a Hostage Rescue Unit for the Federal Police. A Colonel walked into the room, and it went silent. A holographic projector began transmitting images.

" As you all know, the cluserfuck in the Southwest had finally reared its ugly head. Forces there have been battling the GJM for all of last night and all so far today, and the situation isn't getting any better at all. Your job will be to extract the Prime Minister and our team there from his residence, before they are overrun. The Home Guard is deploying the 13th Mechanized to go in there and stabilize, and then some Marines will join. So far the fighting has been going on in the capital city, but we are having reports of it breaking out elsewhere now, as well. We hope to stop this war before it expands. The Prime Minister leads the moderates, and without him it is likely that they will stay on our side. Thus, extracting him it of the utmost priority. You will be traveling in Eagles, as well as Little Birds. Corvus gunships will support. Any questions? Good. Good Luck, and Godspeed."

To: Ruler of The PeoplesFreedom

The conflict developing in your nation has caught my eye. While it appears you are able to quell such a misfortune alone, I extend the offer of the Empire of Akodai's aid in dealing with this situation. If you accept, Akodai will see to it that you receive all support that is within its power to give. It would sadden me to see a potential ally fall victim to anarchy.

Emperor Kaozu Tsugaishi of Akodai

Death General Kisame and an army of Death Watch soldiers have been assigned to assist the South Western States. These Death Watch soldiers, many of them being Muslims, felt that it was their right to aid any Muslims in distress. These Muslim-dominant States would soon be liberated...

Off the coast of TPF

The massive cargo ship moved quietly through the calm waters off the coast of one of the country's mid-sized ports. It appeared to be an ordinary supply ship, one laden with consumer goods and other supplies for distribution to stores around the country, but its hulls concealed a far more deadly cargo. The decision had been made to ship only the 75 tons capable of being concealed with near-perfect security in order to test the security measures used by TPF port inspectors.

The 150,000 pounds of equipment capacity were allocated as follows:

10,000 AK-74U assault rifles
10,000 GP-30 Underbarrel Grenade Launchers
10,000 PMM Marakov pistols
2,500 SV-98 Sniper Rifles
2,500 Saiga-12 shotguns
2,500 PP-19 Bizon submachine guns
500 Kornet E shoulder-fired anti-tank missile launchers

A second ship would arrive later in the week loaded entirely with ammunition for the weapons. For the time being, the Vetalians hoped that the rebels would be able to supply these fairly widespread weapons with their own supplies.

In addition, in a container of bulk paper labeled as a shipment to a office-supply warehouse, the Vetalian government had concealed roughly 1 million Solaris in cash, worth about 2 million dollars. The Solaris was a very hard currency well-suited to transactions that needed to be fast and without questions.

Captain Elendil Beowulf Strapped on his new Ares Custom Assualt rifle and sat down on the planes Bench seats. "Another day, another Government in chaos" Elendil said to no one in particular. "All part of the job boy" Yelled a booming voice. This paticular voice belonged to Major Jemaiah a Jamacian born soldier of the Oblivion2 army.

2 hours later:
The plane touched down on the runway of the nation of The Peoples Freedom.
Elendil steped out with his combat helmet on. He approched a military officer of The Peoples freedom and Barked "whose in charge here?"

A few hours Before the landing the Government Of Oblivion2 Decided to send a elite regiment of Soldiers Known as the 52nd Commando regiment. They where there unofficalily to aid the Government of The peoples Freedom. This regiment was to Be spearheaded by Captain Elendil Beowulf. Hopefully a commando Presence would Bring morale to the Troops of the Peoples freedom.

Major Cormick cocked his head at the new arrival. For a bunch of supposedly elite commandos, they didn't seems all that professional. Then again, anybody not up to the insane standard of The Peoples Freedom Officers Corps was frowned upon by the officers.
" I'm in charge here." He said, crisply, hiding his emotions and disgust and giving a perfect salute, holding it there to be returned. He hope they hurried, his combat engineering battalion needed to get rolling, and fast, before the situation spiraled out of control.

Captain Elendil Returned the Salute. "Sorry for any intrusions sir but my Government has been monitoring your situation for some time now and they sent me and my men here to lend a hand. I don't suppose you would need one?.and If i'm not mistaken your prime minister is under attack. I think me and my boys can remedy that for you Major!"

Back at Oblivion2 the 32nd infantry battalion was awaiting orders to bring much needed troops to the battle.....

Cormick nearly laughed at the soldier's toy soldier like manner. Regardless, they were here to help him, and he would at least respect that.
" Its not our prime minister. The South Western States are semi-autonomous, and while paying taxes and such, they are basically allowed to govern themselves. Its their prime minister that the GJM are trying to kill. I'm told we have a special operations team en route to extract him."

Off TPFian Waters
With TPF on increased security measures, most cargo ships were being searched. This had the unfortunate effect of slowing down business, but national security was important. Two Coast Guard Cutters, accompanied by a well-armed helicopter, moved to inspect a ventalian ship. Due to the near war with them, their ships had a special flag, and thus were always searched. The Cutters came up to the side of the ship, and men manned the myriad weapons systems while boarding parties board rubber boats to come for inspections. The Ship Master was alerted via radio. TPFian Coast Guards were some of the most through in the world, but that didn't mean weapons or cash or drugs or illegal goods didn't slip by them.

Obviously the major wasn't too impressed. "Ok then if you got a team on that then what are me and my men going to do in the mean time?" "Unless of course you want us to help out your so called special-ops team."

It was very hard for Cormick not to grimace at them. TPF's special forces teams were notorious for their religiously executed training and excellent combat record, having them insulted tipped his nerves slightly. He decided to let them know where they were at. They would be able to catch up to them in time.
" Alright, here's there radio frequency. Ask them to allow you to join them, although they wont much like it. Good Luck and Godspeed." He hustled away, precious time organizing his men already lost.

On Board

Seeing the patrols approach, the captain spoke in Vetalian naval argot, a slang language highly difficult to understand for non-native speakers, and even harder to understand for those without naval experience. "Alright, we've got a patrol coming on board. I want a double check on all compartments and all crew in their proper location before they board. Nobody have any weapons except service knives on them for any reason. If we fuck up, look forward to a decade in prison, maybe more. So don't fuck up."

Returning to English, he spoke "This is Vetalian ship Novgorod Star, VIC 33491-A. The ship is anchored and ready for inspection." The captain's voice was clear and strong, but it required a nearly Herculean effort to conceal his nervousness.

" Roger, VIC 33491-A. Please remove all crew to the top as requested. Any legal weapons imports are also to be brought up." Several of the Coast Guardsmen looked at each other. Normally, Ship Masters knew to do this, but they didn't think to much of it.

OOC: They're actually in the air, for clarification. If you didn't bring choppers, assume Cormick gave you some.

Elendil scrambled to the plane and moved his men into attention "Ok Boys this is it, we are offically part of this war, Vicks? I want you to take Eagle one and squad alpha with you, Squad beta is with me in Eagle 2, squad gamma i want you to do what ever our friend Major cormick wants if his daugther wants a pony you get the damned pony! Do I make my self clear!?" All the men replied insantly "yes captain" Elendil looked at his troops and said "All right then moveout"

Less than 10 minutes later Elendil and his two squads met up with the special forces team. Elendil inside of The Eagle one Assualt Helicopter Barked to the Spec-Ops team on there radio frequency "Who do I talk to kick some rebel ass?"

" Er.. I guess so." Laughed one of the Romeo operators.
" ETA, five minutes." Said one of the Eagle pilots. Two Little Birds pulled ahead, they would be securing the rooftop. Corvus gunships and two squads would secure the road and buildings. The last squad would land on the roof after the Little Birds and extract the prime minister. Then the rest of the Eagles would land, extracting the prime ministers guard and their own soldiers.

Elendil told his pilots to follow the little birds in formation closly and told his troopers to be ready for any rpg fire, a helicopters worst nightmare. Soon it would be the time to fight.

Then it happened it was all so sudden, an RPG was fired at eagle from behind, the helicopter went down, and for all captain elendil knew, he was alone in what could be hostile territory.

He checked all the bodies for life signs.... none, he was all alone, Elendil took Dog tags from all the corpses, hid behind what was left of a concrete wall and prepared for the worst. Elendil Radioed the little bird and said "Don't worry about me you take my other squad and extract the prime minister i'll hold off here, we can meet up later. Just give me some extraction coordinates and ill meet however there captain elendil out."

He loaded his ares assualt rifle put on his accuracy increasing battle helmet, checked his grenade launcher and waited.....

OOC: Im gonna be gone for 2 weeks strating on the 29th

" Sir, one of our allies heli's just went down. RPG fire."
" Well, crap, they must have not been moving fast enough. Are there any left alive?"
" They're not sure, sir."
" Alright, order one of the Little Birds back. Make sure they watch for that RPG gunner."

The Little Bird turned back towards the crash site. As they came closer they could see one man left alive, but a large number of enemy soldiers were closing in, far too many for him to handle. The leader of the 4-man team, Corporal Xavier, thought that their were too many even for his team to handle. Nonetheless, he ordered the Little Bird to land, and as it did he could hear bullets pinging off it, he ran to a concrete barrier some yards in front of the crash site, and began to open fire with his M-26 Special Forces Carbine, while his allies fired up with that and a marksmen rifle. AK-47's, FN FAL's and now the new DR-89's answered back.

On Board

The men were already on the deck and they had their weapons present for inspection when the coast guard approved. The captain signaled to the patrol that they were all present and ready for inspection, and waited for the coast guard to inspect their ship. The secret storage compartments had been double-checked and all signs of their presence concealed as best as possible behind a stack of empty shipping containers that were to be loaded upon arrival with goods from TPF for shipment to Vetalia.

Soon, the men were on the top of the ship, just as requested. The Coast Guard boarded the ships and began their strict search. Any box that was not labeled in the ship's manifest would be confiscated. They also went around questioning the crew, while more groups went down, randomly searching boxes and using metal detectors to search for hollow trap doors. As they continued to look, one of the detectors located one of the hidden containers. He called down the Ship Master to open the locked box and explain what it was.

On Board

"That's an insulated container for shipping perishables. It removes the need for refrigeration units on short trips, saving us money and storage room. Here, let me open it."

He unlocked the container, and it opened revealing tightly packed steel crates labeled Novagrad Fruit Cooperative: Perishable-Keep Refrigerated.

"There are 24 other containers on board like this built in to the hull. They carry three tons of perishable goods each, in this case fruit. We've got them listed under NFC on the manifest. The empty crates are going to be loaded with fertilizers and other supplies for the company on our return trip."

" Its on the manifest. I don't understand why you would have it packed like that, but alright."

They looked for another 20 minutes, found nothing, and departed with a thanks.

The ship, having passed inspection, continued its journey to the port. Once it got there, it would begin unloading equipment for shipment to the rebels.

Elendil Fought off as many rebels as possible fireing grendades from his launcher and taking expert aim on exposed enemies. As good as he was there were to many to handle on his own. Elendil caught sight of an allied little bird prepareing to assist. Elendil yelled in to his radio to the little bird "Red building third floor, RPG gunner, he's reloading, kill the Bastard!"

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