NationStates Jolt Archive

Occupied South Calaveras
In the few years that had passed since the Second War, South Calaveras had come quite a long way. After the first few months, the insurgency died, and the TPFian corporations came in and began to rebuild the country. In addition, since much of the country was unemployed, the populace was hired in a number of Public Works Projects, such as building schools, parks, medical centers, universities, bridges,roads and other such things. It gave the people money and also improved communities. A couple of years later, the economy was back on its feet, growing rapidly. The quality of life had increased threefold from what it had been, and the days of communistic society were long gone from the minds of the people. They elected their own government, becoming a state, or colony of The Peoples Freedom. They studied in TPF, joined its military, moved there. In just a few short years, they had basically become full citizens. There was even talk of removing occupation law, but nothing had borne fruit quite yet. All was well.

(OOC: Check TGs.)

Gurriella Training Camp NC

50 RCA were began training for what might become a a revolution to bring back what was once known as the Southern part of NC, even as the plans were being draw, these men didnt even know what the mission would be until they were finished training.

2 months later the RCA were dressed in civilian clothing and given each a gold block about a foot long and 4 inchs wide, this would pay for weopons, since NC kashels would likely not work. the 50 men were put on planes and sent to Wanderjar as citizens, with no weopons on them they easily were able to take 2 planes from Wander jar to SC. The men stepped off the plane some frowning at what had become of there comrades from the second war.

The men walked towards the local black market, a disgusting place, weopons being passed back and forth, RCA leader Vladimir Checkov approached the arms dealer: Comra...:he stopped: Sir, may we purchase 10 RPG-7's 5 dragonov sniper rifles, and 35 AK-47's?: he opend his jacket exposing a gold bar.

The North Calveran operatives were taking a bit of a risk by going into a black market such as this. They were a hold-over from the days of communistic society, where they used to sell goods that were normally restricted or unavailable. After the war, they had turned into a front for crime, selling weapons, fake ID's, and the like to the regular criminal as well as more organized groups. Because of this, they were under survallience most of the time and some of the arms dealers were undercover agents or informants. Luckily for the operatives, they would not be spotted and the man they were buying weapons for was genuine.

The man's name was Roy, he was a former party member who had used his influence to sell the proles restricted goods. Now, he was an arms dealer. His bodyguards, two burly men armed with submachine guns, stood by.
" We don't have any AK's. Only DR-89's. As for RPG's, I sold out of those months ago. The only place you can get them is by bribing an official or breaking into an arms depot."

Vladimir: fine, i will take those as replacements, and i will take 10 anti-vehicle mines in place of the rpg's.: he handed the gold brick to the man.

" Sure thing." One of his bodyguards moved to go get the weapons, and within a few minutes all the rifles and mines were in the hands of the operatives.
" I gave you ten mags each for those rifles. Come back if you want more." He took the gold brick without a word. Gold was fairly valuable in TPF and SC and he could fetch a couple thousand for it.

The operatives made there way to the old November steel works factory, it was abandon, and would be an excellent place to set up a base of operations, the men slowly walked in, and began setting up a perimeter: Vladimir: Stay here comrades, im going back to get some things to help us.: he said as he walked back into the market, and meeting the freind that sold him the weopons: Do you have any labtops, security cameras?

This time, the survallience was set up and observing the market. They identified the man, and began to listen to his conversation. One of their informants, who ran the booth across from Roy's had told them about the large purchase. What concerned the Federal Police most was that they had also bought anti-vehicle mines, a rare buy for a common criminal. After the sale they would get agents to follow him.
Roy did have some laptops and security cameras, and he sold them to the man.

Vlad: Thanks freind: he took two labtops and 3 small cameras and started walking back to the factory.

He was followed by two men who kept there distance. Another team was in a car behind them, staying a block back, and a UAV was up above.

Vlad saw two men behind him as he closed in on the abandond factory, he took a sharp left and walked down the next street, into a coffee shop.

The men didn't go into the coffee shop, instead they waited outside. The car pulled up and they began to watch his actions through a camera. If he talked to anyone else they would pick that man up for a chat. Meanwhile, they played the waiting game, which was what a lot of intelligence activities was about.

The coffee was good, not as good as from home, but good, Vlad slowly sipped it, he watched outside and smiled, he walked outside and made his way to a hotel, he got a room, room 32, and went inside.

" What do we want to do? He went to a hotel, has a room by himself. He could be meeting somebody."
" I don't think so. He may have spotted us."
" Possibly. Its obvious he isn't going back to where ever he is suppose to be going."
" I agree. Let's take him in, ask what he is up to. Make sure the hotel has the room stay occupied, in case he has a contact coming."

A Federal Police Tactical team soon arrived. Snipers set up across the street, staring into his room. A squad in full combat gear moved through the hotel lobby. They moved quickly upstairs, and went quietly to the door. Using a shotgun, they blew the door open, tossing flash bang grenades. They then handcuffed the suspect, and put a black hood over his face.

Under the mask Vlad grinned: What did i do sir?

He was being rapidly rushed down the stairs to the waiting white van. The tactical team didn't bother to answer, that was not their job. He was thrown into the back of the white van, where he was injected with a syringe, making him pass out. He awoke in a room. It was white, with a table in the center, and a mirror to the left. He sat tied to a chair, facing two men. Vlad was thirsty, he had been knocked out for a full twenty-four hours and had had no water or food.

Vlad: How about some dam food and drink, you guys sort of caught me at a bad time.

One of the men leaned forward, he wore sunglasses, and had perfectly combed black hair, he licked his lips. Reaching down, he got a bottled water and sat it on the table near him and out of the range of Vlad's reach.
" We will give something to you when you give something to us. What are you here for?"

Vlad: I'm here as a tourist.

" Right. And thats why you went to a black market then?"
He took a vanilla folder and extracted several black-and-white photos. It showed him buying the laptops and security cameras. He slit it over for Vlad to see. " What would a tourist do with these?"

Vlad: There gifts for my sons, and the security cameras are for my own house, there are many robberies in my neighbor hood back home.

" Why would you buy security cameras in a black market in a foreign country? We ran your names through the Wanderjarian databases. Your ID is fake. You'd better start telling the truth."

Vlad: No sir, i live in the Shakal Empire, you can call my goverment up right now, they have me on file sir, i had to take a plane from Wanderjar to get here sir.

Tag. I want to see the conversations.

" Stop fucking lying."
A man came in and put him out.

In the next few weeks, he was given food at irregular hours, deprived of sleep and forced to listen to house music. He never saw what time of day it was, and he no other contact. He was occasionally beat, but the real effect came from the loudspeakers combined with his starvation and lack of sleep. Finally, he was brought back to the men. They hooked him up to a chair and some sort of machine. The men sat once, again, in chairs by the table.
" What are you doing here?"

In the next few weeks another 50 RCA were brought in from Wanderjar, they arrived at the factory, which by this time was heavily guarded-

Vlad was at the breaking point: For god's sake, call the Shakal Goverment, i dont know anything, who do you think i am!

" Please stop lying." The man got up, and pulled out a knife from his pocket, he walked over. Vlad's hand were tied down, his finger forced up.
" Now listen to me. Either you tell me the truth or I will cut your thumb off."

Vlad thought hard, he sweated and then in russian he said to the man: Holding me here and cutting off my finger will only make things worse.

The man understood Russian. He replied "Только для Вас." The knife began to come down, and it drew blood, he moved slowly, so he would feel the pain.

Vlad: Corporat Alliance......special forces.

Vlad had forgotten the machine that he was plugged into. It was a lie detector. The man looked back at the other man, who shook his head. He kept cutting. The thumb was only hanging on by a mere piece of skin.

Vlad: FUCK!: CPA! CPA!

The other man nodded. The cutting man stopped.
" What is the CPA. If you hurry and tell us we can save your thumb!"

Vlad: Communist Protection Agency, an organisation to help the world from blood thirsty thugs like you!

" And how does it do that?"

Vlad held his hand: We just teach children and some adults are ways, and hopefully, leading to revolution.

{{OOC: Mind if I get in this? You know a small group of irregular troops and some weapon supplies?}}

me too, I want to get in.

OOC:If they get in I want in too...

OOC: Are you guys at war? becaus eI would like to get into this.

OCC: wow, like five people want in, well this isnt a war, its an insurgency.

OOC: I can rp insurgency, I'll just send a couple special operation troops.

OOC: TAG.

Remember, I have a naval/airforce base in TPf controlled NC.

OOC: TAG.

Remember, I have a naval/airforce base in TPf controlled NC.


OOC: I think lots of nations have bases there. My base is in NC.

OOC: I don't really care who joins. Feel free.

OOC: I don't really care who joins. Feel free.

OOC: Thanks



IC: 20 Greal special operation troops trained for Guerrilla warfare walked out of a Greal military base, they all stopped when the their leader held up his hand.

"Check your weapons, now!"yelled the leader

All the soldiers looked ata their AK-47s and glock pistols and nodded when all their weapons were checked.

"Lets move!" said the leader

They quickly marched down to Southern NC under the cover of the darkness.

OOC: You'll have to find some other way to get them in. The DMZ is impenetrable, unless you tunnel under it.

{{OOC: Is NC still shapped like Korea?}}

OOC: You'll have to find some other way to get them in. The DMZ is impenetrable, unless you tunnel under it.


A small plane was waiting for them down south, 10 men boarded 1 aircraft whil the other 10 took a different plane. the planes took off very fast and began flow over to TPF from the sea, the planes were flying low, making them almost impossible to see on radar, the planes were about to reach TPF.


At the DMZ zone 30 other special operation troops were at there observing the defenses.

Vlad held his hand: We just teach children and some adults are ways, and hopefully, leading to revolution.

" Violent ways? Listen, you tell me what you are doing here or I'll finish off your thumb and the cut the other one off! Then it will be your balls! Understand?"

Vlad: No not violent unless it must be done.

" Then what were you doing buying guns? Where are they!" He moved the knife closer again, ready to finally sever the thumb.

Vlad: for exactly that reason, if it would become violent.

" Where are the guns!?"

Vlad: I dont know!, i gave them to my freinds, they have them know!: In truth he didnt know where the guns were.

" Where are you friends? And what nation are you from!"

OOC: I don't really care who joins. Feel free.

OOC: Is it fine if I stage some LeoMilitia terrorists in TPF?

Because, I've RPed it in a previous thread (if you want to see it) and was wondering if you find it fine. Just 1,000 terrorists in TPF.

OOC: If you can sneak them in. TPF is well versed in counter-terrorism.

Vlad told the truth: Im from the Shakal Empire!, and i dont know where my men are, if i was to be captured they would relocate.

" Well, you will help us find them. Understood? You know their tactics, where they are likely to hide."

Vlad: Highschools, Goverment buildings, most likely malls.

" Really, with weapons? Liar. We are done with you." With that, he pulled out a pistol, cocked it, and fired. Blood with brain matter and bones flew everywhere, soaking the man and the table.

Comrade Senski now commanded the gurrellas, 10 of the guerrillas would break into the news station and broadcast there own message, not only to SC but through any other TV network connected to SC, which was the ACA included. The group hid in the alleys slowly creeping up to the SC News station.

The news station wasn't really protected at all. The only had a few security guards, their worst weapon was pepper spray. On air, was Kate Michail and Johan Mon Strave. They were doing evening news, live on air. It was just a regular day at the news station.

With there new weapons, the men put on ski masks, and came into the back of the news station, one of the men locked the back door and put a land mine up against it so that if it was breached it would go off. Comrade Peter was in command of the small group, he walked into the office room where interns and such were working busly, sending and receiving reports: GET ON THE GROUND NOW!!!