NationStates Jolt Archive

This morning UAS forces under Comander-General al-Fatmud began moving north to the UAS border with the Iraqi princes. The glorious government has released the following statement:

"Ground forces, consisting primarily of tanks, infantry, and helicopters, under Commander-General al-Fatmud plan to cross the border into what was once Iraq later this afternoon with hopes of incorporating the Arab population there into our grand republic. It is no secret that famines and food shortages have troubled this great nation for years and something must be done. By bringing this tumultous region under our direct control we can decrease the number of starving in our empire while bringing more members of the great Arab race within our borders."

Also, this afternoon, several fighters and bombers were seen moving across the sky to the west. The government has issued a similiar explanation:

"We plan to conduct numerous, mostly aerial, attacks on the major cities of what was once Eygpt. This assualts will begin with Cairo and Alexandria, two important cities just outside our borders. We will also aim to take the fertile lands around the Nile for the same reasons as we plan to invade Iraq. We are wary that the UAS are becoming over-populated with non-Arabs, specifically Eygptians, and we are taking this into consideration in our invasion of Eygpt."

al-Fatmud sat gazing at the flat, dusty horizon. The sun was setting and the sky was orange. Troops fell into formation all around him and tanks kicked up dirt as they rolled onwards. Sunn, an Iraqi informant, had proven himself today. It was he who had told the UAS troops that the resistance was stocking weapons in this very village, right beneath their noses.

To the west flowed the Euphrates River. A source of life to humanity. al-Fatmud's army was now just a day outside of Baghdad. They had seen little more than small skirmishes since they took Al-Basrah two months earlier. Now, most of what was once southern Iraq was under Arab control.

Meanwhile, north of Baghdad, city-states who had not yet felt the impact of the invasion still bickered amongst themselves. None would come to Baghdad's aid in her hour of need.

"Set up camp!" Shouted al-Fatmud. "Tomorrow we'll make for Baghdad, have the SAMs ready to bombard the city."

A cheer went up from the army. Once Baghdad was down, few other Iraqi armies could oppose them.

As His Lord Charles Goodrich sat down for his daily afternoon tea, two black SUVs appeared outside his palace. They entered the gates and stopped at the front door. Many men in black suits got out of the SUV's and began to walk torwards the door. They flashed there badges to the guards who let them in. A Few minutes later they where in his office. A large man who seemed to be the leader began to talk " Reports of UAS Forces have invaded many parts of Iraq. They have now begun to attack Baghdad."

Lord Charles looked at them in astonishment. He told them to put the Military on standby.

Lord Charles Goodrich sent a message to General at-Fatmud reading:

Please stop this mindless man slaughter. All this becuase Arabs are not populating your cities. A non-violent way must be found.

Sincerly,
Lord Charles Goodirch

As His Lord Charles Goodrich sat down for his daily afternoon tea, two black SUVs appeared outside his palace. They entered the gates and stopped at the front door. Many men in black suits got out of the SUV's and began to walk torwards the door. They flashed there badges to the guards who let them in. A Few minutes later they where in his office. A large man who seemed to be the leader began to talk " Reports of UAS Forces have invaded many parts of Iraq. They have now begun to attack Baghdad."

Lord Charles looked at them in astonishment. He told them to put the Military on standby.

Lord Charles Goodrich sent a message to General at-Fatmud reading:

Please stop this mindless man slaughter. All this becuase Arabs are not populating your cities. A non-violent way must be found.

Sincerly,
Lord Charles Goodirch

President al-Malik scoffed as he set down the letter that had been forwarded from al-Fatmud on the front. It was from the British monarch.

"An absolute monarch wishes to tell me how to rule fairly and justly? How dare he try to tell me how to run my nation!"

al-Malik's foriegn minister nodded. "Ignore him, sir. He cannot touch us."

"The people of Gilbralter crush the Morroccans, the Japanese attack the Russians, but when the Arabs wish to reclaim their glory, it is unacceptable. The British are jealous of our wealth, they are afraid that we don't need Europeans. We are the first nation to thrive in centuries without the help of the white man. They fear this power. We have used no unjust tactics in our war in Iraq, we have killed no civilians, only soldiers. Tell the envious, hypocrit Goodrich he and the people he enslaves each day have no place in our part of the world any longer."

al-Fatmud, though upset by threatening letters sent by the British king, continued on his campaign. Baghdad had fallen, though not with ease. Several days of bombing, followed by two weeks of street fighting, followed by an uneasy period in which the Arab army took command. It was still neccessary to keep 60,000 troops posted in the city to keep things under control, but al-Fatmud was not there, in fact, he had left a week ago. He was marching north with 200,000 Arab troops, finishing the campaign. Word had arrived from Alexandria that morning that the Eygpt campaign was nearly complete, he was being pressured to finish up the war soon. He had a deadline now and he was determined to meet it. Each little warring state he passed through crumbled like the pages of an aged book in his hands. Now the Arab people were rewritting that book, making their race great again.

al-Fatmud stood on the outskirts of Mosul, the last major Iraqi city not under his direct control. Thousands had fled from other cities and the countryside as al-Fatmud's army progressed northwards. The people of Mosul were ready for him. To the Iraqis, this was their last hope.

However, many Iraqis had turned over to the Arab side without conflict. Happy to be governed by a merciful, stable nation, they lended their support in the campaign. But some refused. Brainwashed by their local warlords they clutched onto something that was no longer real. The entity of Iraq was gone. And the next day, al-Fatmud planned to erase it from the map.