NationStates Jolt Archive

Three years.

Three long years, in which I've fought, killed, suffered, found new friends, brothers... even fallen in love.

I saw that love destroyed. Watched her slim, fragile body, which I had held so tenderly in the quiet of the night, kissed, adored, worshipped. Her smiling face cracked open by a rifle round. Blood seeping from those perfect lips before my eyes, knowing there was nothing I could do, but still screaming, and screaming, and screaming.

I think I died with her that day. I like to think so.

My name is Gerhardt Straus. Before the war, I killed twelve men with my bare hands for personal gain. I remember their faces, names, national insurance details, home addresses and telephone numbers, their weekly routines and their children's birthdays. I can remember what they said as I killed them.

I have sixteen non-lethal gunshot wounds and nine stab wounds on my body. I lost the ring finger on my left hand in the summer of '05.

I am personally responsible for the deaths of six million human beings. I fully believe that without me, the resistance would never have succeeded to the extent that it has, nor prolonged the war to this point.

It began in the capital, Belsin. Most shit like this does. A premeditated, organised uprising by a communist faction dislodged the serving government of the time, killing half the politicians in the country in a single stroke and gaining control of the city. Vastly outnumbered by the armies of the State, the communists requested and received international military aid. Overpowered by a plethora of nations, from left-wing fanatics to misguided liberators, the country fell to the new government.

That was three years ago. A lot has happened since, most of which I'd be happier to forget. The resistance has a cell in every city, town, regiment and public office. We have weapons stockpiles, body armour, safe houses, forgers, doctors, armourers, improvised explosives, anti-tank mines and standard ration packs. Hell, I've seen main battle tanks in storage with my own eyes.

I don't fight for the old regime. They weren't worth the suffering I've gone through. I just want something... different. I want to get away from all these overbearing, power-hungry, backstabbing fucks that have been in charge all this time. The old government was no different to the communists in that respect.

I just want...

I...

I'm just tired of it all...

Nations of the world.

My name is Gerhardt Straus. I am the commander of forces resisting the communist government of the New Aryan State, and I ask that you listen to me in this, our greatest hour of need.

Ignore the lies of our false government. The resistance grows daily, and the end of the war is in sight. In twenty-eight days I will declare an independent republic, and the final stage will begin in earnest.

If you place any value at all upon the right for a people to govern themselves, or upon human life itself, please help us now.

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Kansiovian Response

We would love to help a young Nation against the filthy Communist opressors, however we would want to know what Government type are you establishing before we move in a help.

Signed,
President Attontov

I urge this New Aryan State to, with all haste, dispatch representatives of your faction to Pantera, to discuss Panteran intervention in your nation's troubles. Any such aid will, of course, be conditional upon being deemed fit to govern your own nation and to rule it wisely. Should you be judgedcapable of forming a wise and just government, you will be backed by all of the fury and strength of the Panteran nation, and of mighty Gholgoth.

Dayne the Evenstar
Lord Reaver of Pantera

Kansiov

The communist government has backing from an unknown source, which we believe funded the initial attacks. Many NAS citizens are forced to find employment in the armed forces and police force due to the state of the economy.

The resistance seeks to create a democratic state, with the citizens of the NAS free to govern themselves in security.

A representative of the resistance movement will be despatched within the hour. Viktor Lammert will enter Panteran airspace at approximately 18:30 UTC this evening. Coordinates attached.

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Offical Reply

We would be sending the following units,

Зимние Волки Squadron, which has 10 UF-11/PS.

Беркут Spetsnaz Regiment, about 2000 elite infantry, accompanied with about 30 T-90s from the 13th Tank Regiment.

More would come soon,

Signed,
Аттонтов
President Attontov

Pending further negotiations with the Republican Rebellion, the Lord Reaver has dispatched His Third Med-battlegroup to NAS waters, to ensure a peaceable transition of power. Once there, the Third Med will take up a position off the coast and begin fly-overs of the turmoil-ridden country.

A statement from the Lord Reaver on this matter was brief and to the point,"It is the duty of all right-minded nations to purge these Stalinist dogs wherever we may, to ensure and guarantee the peoples of the world a future free of Communist pogroms and opression. Glory to Pantera and Mighty Gholgoth, and Glory to the New Aryan Republic."

The Communist Party of NAS, and all other NAS reactionaries, have been warned that any hostile action against Panteran forces will result in their ruthless extermination. Pantera has been committed to the Republican cause, and will not be deterred.

Official Reply from the Templarian Shadow Council:
We sympathize with your plight, as we were also once under the reign of a communist oppressor. We would be willing to aid your revolt in any way possible.

Any and all assistance will be gratefully received.

OOC: *tagged*

0122 AM, 17th September
Ryol-Thorsgen Bridge, North New Aryan State
Near Kolsberg Military Base

The night was still, the road silent. The only light the distant floodlights of Kolsberg, where the 45th Panzerdivision - alarmingly loyal to the communist government - was stationed.

"Red then blue, you knucklehead!" growled Ingo, his voice muffled. The darkness was intimidating this far out of the city, and it grated on his nerves. "Wouldn't they just love it in the capital if we managed to blow ourselves up tonight?"

"I know what I'm doing, Moritz," whispered the younger man. "I went through four months of training to learn how to do this."

"Get it right, then."

---

The explosion ripped into the sky like a jagged wound, bleeding orange flame and screaming steel. A quarter of a million tonnes of iron and concrete, crashing down through mud and trees to finally leap into the gaping throat of the Ryol Gorge, where a six hundred metre drop extended for eighty-three miles.

Ingo Moritz and Manfred Lambert were far away, and the 45th Panzer would not reach the capital on the morning of the 17th.

Official Communique
Dyparaxa Research Corporation

The DRC is willing to support your revolution with military force. Only through stability can progress be made, and only through progress may the people be granted the freedom that is their due. To this end, pending your reply we would be willing to send in one of our fleets to aid you.

Kobayashi Maribu, Director

"Sir?"
Lucifer Anastos turned around, looking away from the view of the window.
"Yes? What is it?"
"There was an explosion on a bridge, outside of the Kolsberg Military base in the NAS. The Loyalist Government has lost a tank brigade, at least until another route is secured."
Anastos smiled. The way he smiled, his name suited him.
"Great. Prepare the 16th for Airborne Insertion on the 17th. We'll be going over the capital, so tell them to bring heavy guns." The servant nodded and left the room. Anastos adjusted his beret. He'd be joining them in the drop.

OOC: Sorry it took so long to get this started, this rp was something of a spur-of-the-moment idea. College has been tiring, and life has been busy.

0458 AM, 17th September
Holbrun, North New Aryan State
31 miles east of Belsin

"The coordinates have been sent, sir." said the technician, his laptop casting a turquoise haze over the darkened room in which he worked. "Our allies will have safe drop zones."

Gerhardt Straus saw her again, standing in the doorway. The back of her head was missing, white fragments of skull stuck to her auburn hair, slick with blood. Her face was creased in a silent giggle. Her mouth moved without sound as she toyed with the strap of her dress, in the way he remembered. His face burned red in the artificial light, and a single crystal tear dropped from his right cheek.

Straus hid his face, hating himself. He spoke the words that would be the death of thousands.

"In the name of the Republic," he wept, "order the attack."

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A thousand men stormed the steps of the Reichstag, shredding the handful of guards with a maelstrom of automatic fire. Their weapons were varied, from a hundred manufacturers and a score of nations, but the rebels had adopted the ubiquitous 5.56mm round early in the war to simplify supply. The fighting quickly progressed into the building, the black-uniformed guards slowly falling to spill bright blood on ancient stone floors. Undersecretaries, administrators and suited staff ran to and fro, their cries filling the halls as the rebels gunned them down without mercy.

Across the NAS, rebel cells raised the populace in a synchronised attack on every symbol of the communist government. Entire divisions mutinied, throwing the army into chaos and grounding the air force.

To the accompaniment of staccato rifle fire, the crackle of burning flesh and the dying screams of collaborators, the people spoke.

"We're heading in, usual deal. Get down, secure the area if needed, get the rendezvous point off the radio." Anastos' squad nodded and stood up.
"Green light!" The squad moved towards the end of the plane.
"3..." The squad checked their parachutes.
"2..." The squad checked their guns.
"1..." The squad jumped.

All around, a number of other airborne troops were headed downwards, guns readied.

(OOC: Am I landing near Belsin or somewhere else?)

OOC: Kolsberg is about 30 miles west of Belsin, and the Ryol Gorge is about halfway between it and the capital. Advise landing anywhere within 5 miles of Belsin city limits, though it's your choice as to where. Best to secure the capital before anything else, and then we'll have to destroy the 45th Div. before progressing.

OOC: Gotcha.

IC: Anastos hit the ground and indicated towards the lights and sounds of gunfire, coming from Belsin. The 16th began to move forward, Anastos and his squadron leading the group. They advanced slowly and carefully, trying not to be noticed.